The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis

The next morning, Eduardo was free to roam about his room. He wore a long black pants and a turtle neck to cover the hickies and bite marks on his neck.

From the window, he watched Marcello leaving the house. He clenched his fist, remembering what he did to him last night. The touch, the kiss, the hickies and also, the bite.

He even started to doubt his body, wondering why he was reacting to every one of Marcello's touch.

If he were in his real body, his cock wouldn't have stood at a mere touch.

Maybe the owner of this body was gay.

"Bye babe!"

He snapped back to reality and saw Marcello waving at him as he was about to enter the car. Eduardo pulled the curtain close, biting his lower lips. He sat on the bed, waiting for Marcello to leave the house. The sound of the car engines leaving the compound penetrated into his ear. He rushed again and peeped through the curtains and saw the compound was empty.

Marcello has left the house!

With a relieved look on his face, Eduardo pulled the door open and was about to find Nadia and the other guards.

But they found him instead. Nadia rushed to Eduardo and wrapped her small hands around him.

"Eduardo, I thought that man did something to you. I was so worried sick" she cried into his huge chest. Her guards behind her just stared at Eduardo as if they were looking for proof of him being a fuckboy.

"I'm fine, lady Nadia. I'm glad you're also fine" Eduardo replied.

"Let's leave from here! Let's run away, Eduardo" she grabbed his hand. Eduardo, knowing it's impossible held her back.

"We can't. I mean, he just left and there are so many of his men around. What if he hurts us as we run away?" He asked her.

"He won't find us. We'll go back to Russia and tell my father that I don't want to get married to him. He'll agree with me. My father would do whatever I want"

Eduardo wished it's possible, but he knew it's not. No one can run away from Marcello including him.

"Come with me, Eduardo. Please!" She held his hands tighter. Eduardo looked around again and swallowed his lower lips, thinking of what to do.

"We'll leave later. If the guards finds out we're gone, Marcello will come for us. He should cover a long distance before we leave" Eduardo explained. He doesn't know where Marcello was headed, but he's sure it would be a far place.

"I'll go pack my bags. You should do the same. We'll meet at the garden in two hours. Don't forget" she rubbed his palms and left for her room.

The other two guards got closer to Eduardo. With a mocking smile on their faces, they asked.

"Is it true? You became a fuckboy"

How the fuck did they find out?

"What are you talking about?" Eduardo frowned deeply.

The other one poked Eduardo on his chest.

"I guess we'll find out later. If you're a fuckboy or not"

They both left and Eduardo rushed into his room. He slammed the door shut and rushed to the window. He took off the turtle neck and stared at the bite mark and hickies.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! There's no way that bastard won't come after me once he finds out I'm gone.

He stared at his reflection on the mirror. He didn't want to leave since he's yet to get his revenge. Returning to Russia would ruin his plan entirely.

For the first time, he prayed that Marcello come for him before they escaped.

He started to pack his clothes and changed into a black shirt and grey pants. He brushed his dark brown hair to the back and covered the most visible hickey with a plaster.

———

It's been two hours since Marcello left the manor. He's in a party held by his father. There were a lot of important guests but he didn't feel comfortable at all. He just stood, staring at the small aquarium at the corner of the hall.

He never attends events or parties but he had to attend this because it was held by his father.

Come and meet new people, son. They are our family lackeies.

Those were his father's words through the phone.

He sighed deeply and he heard a familiar voice, coupled with a slow footsteps from behind. With a glass of champagne in his hands, he tilt his head to see his father. His father looked like the other version of him.

Black hair, huge body and a handsome face with wrinkle at the side of his face. In his black hair, there are white hairs that could be seen, thanks to his old age.

"Bored?" His father questioned.

"Yes" he replied quickly, hoping to leave.

"You're going to be the Mafia soon. You should socialise with this people even if they are bunch of nobodies. I heard you already claim the Matteo company. Look over there, his son is present at the party. He agreed to whatever we wanted, requesting that we do not kill him. At leas, he's wiser than his father" His father laughed.

Marcello was silent. His eye were fixed on the blue fish in the aquarium. It reminded him of Carlo and also, his new pet... Eddy.

He snapped back to reality when his father placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I heard you got yourself a new pet. Your wife to be bodyguard?"

"He looked cute so I had to take him in. More like a stray wet cat with blue eyes"

"What about getting married? If you don't get married soon, I may hand this title over to your cousin. He's visiting in a few weeks time"

Marcello heard that and turned to stare at his after. He heard the same thing from Mario but chose to neglect it. But, hearing it from his father made him so upset.

"Father, I'll get married. Give me some time. Don't fucking hand over my title to anyone or I'll kill him" he frowned.

"Only if you get married, son" his father tapped his shoulder thrice.

Marcello shifted his gaze from his father and stared at one of his men walking closer to him.

"Young master, miss Nadia has ran away from the manor" he relayed the news. Marcello's lips curved into a smile as he faced my father.

"Listen at that father. I lost another wife. I didn't even touch this one and she ran away like a scared cat" he shrugged like he didn't care. Secretly, he was excited that she left. He wasn't interested in getting married anyway.

Finally! She's gone

"...and I'm afraid he left with them. Your...your new toy" he stuttered.