The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis-Chapter 193: Marcello Is Dead!

Quiet.

Too quiet.

That’s how it had been ever since Fabio entered the house uninvited. Eduardo didn’t seem shocked to see him, but a lot of questions were running through his mind.

’Why is he here?’

’How did he even get this location?’

Fabio’s eyes narrowed as Eduardo didn’t even spare him a glance when after smashing the apple in his hand. His heart was racing in his chest as his cheek flushed red. He was standing in front of Eduardo after so many weeks. He missed him so much. He missed running his fingers around his skin. He missed kissing every bit of his body, marking him like he owned him. He missed watching him moan and groan under the influence of APHRO-16. Overall, he missed Eduardo.

His fingers tightened around the strap of his bag. Inside was everything he needed: the syringe, the documents, the photo of Eduardo that he’d been carrying like a precious gem, and a knife wrapped in cloth; maybe it was for self-defence. He wasn’t sure. He just had to take something sharp.

"Eddy..." He called his name, taking a step closer. "Aren’t you going to look at me?"

No reply.

Eduardo’s darkened blue eyes flicked around, taking in the simple yet elegant interior of the space. The smashed pieces of apple had stained his pants and the rest was littered all over the floor.

Fabio licked his lips, heart fluttering with an excitement he couldn’t hide. He walked deeper into the kitchen, just to stay close to Eduardo.

"Hey!" Eduardo’s voice echoed. "Don’t even think of stepping closer to me,"

Fabio smiled, but it wasn’t a friendly smile. It was the smile of a man who believed the world owed him something.

"Why? But I came to see you," he said as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "It’s been too long."

Eduardo’s eyes hardened.

"You shouldn’t be here. How did you even get here?"

"Is that what you should be worried about?" Fabio said, stepping closer. "Don’t you think you’re being too mean to me? You didn’t even look for me ever since that day you threw me to my... Mother? You didn’t even say anything to me,"

"There’s nothing more to say," Eduardo replied coldly. "You lost your job because you crossed the line."

"I crossed the line because I love you," Fabio said, his voice cracking slightly, his eyes glossy. "You have no idea what it felt like being cast aside like trash. Like I never mattered."

"You never mattered to me. You drugged me," Eduardo snapped. "You treated me like a goddamn toy and here you are..."

Fabio’s jaw clenched. He interrupted Eduardo as his eyes grew darker. As if Eduardo could see death looming inside those eyes of his.

"You think it was that simple? You think I wanted to hurt you? I just... I didn’t want to lose you again. I wanted to be with you and only you. And now, with that Diabolo bastard around..."

Before he could finish, five figures emerged from the hallway behind him, tall, dressed in black, each one carrying a weapon. Swords, guns, knives. Their presence was quiet but overwhelming.

The shadow guards that arrived with him into the country. They were all standing behind Fabio like Fabio was their leader.

Well, of course, he was. He used to be the head of the security guards. Even before that, when he was the prince of the Ivanov family, they all worked for him.

That explained everything.

Eduardo froze. His blood ran cold.

"Fabio... what the hell is this?"

"They’re here for a reason," Fabio said calmly as if discussing the weather. He reached into his bag and pulled out the syringe, twirling it between his fingers. "I came to finish what I started."

"And what is it?" He asked.

"To kill Marcello. If your lover is gone, you’ll finally look my way, right? You’ll belong to me, even if I have to force every last APHRO-16 into your body,"

Eduardo laughed, but it was dry and nervous.

"You’re wasting your time. Marcello’s not here."

As if summoned by the universe itself, the back door swung open, and in walked Marcello, carrying a crate of drinks. He kicked the door shut behind him and froze when he saw Fabio standing in the middle of the room, flanked by the shadow guards.

"...Fabio?" Marcello blinked in surprise.

Fabio’s eyes lit up with a wicked grin.

"Ah, speak of the devil."

"What’s going on...?"

"Just leave now, Marcy. Turn around and fucking go!" Eduardo yelled. He touched behind him and he realised he left his gun in his box. He thought he didn’t need it since the guards were there to protect him. The vacation house was well hidden. There’s no way anyone would come here for him.

That was why he didn’t even bother to take it out. But, now, he was regretting his decision. He never predicted Fabio’s sudden arrival.

"Wait, Eddy... You should..."

Marcello didn’t finish the sentence. Fabio turned, grabbed a gun from one of the guards, and...

BANG!

BANG!

Two bullets hit Marcello in the chest.

The crate dropped with a loud crash. Bottles shattered, rolling across the floor. Marcello stumbled backwards, blood blooming through his shirt as he collapsed near the doorway.

"Marcello!" Eduardo screamed, rushing forward.

He fell to his knees beside Marcello, pressing his hands to the wounds. Blood seeped through his fingers, warm and fast.

"Hey! Stay with me! Don’t close your eyes! Don’t you fucking close them!" Eduardo cried, panic filling his voice, his hands shaking.

Marcello choked, struggling to breathe. "Eddy... run..."

Eduardo felt weak watching him get shot in front of him. He suddenly remembered the scene where his family members got shot one after the other in front of him. He watched in horror how they died. Even if the person who killed them was the same person getting shot in front of him, he didn’t mind. He had forgiven Marcello already, a long time ago.

He didn’t want the same thing to happen again.

"Babe..." Marcello coughed. "Don’t cry now. You should leave. Run... As fast as you can,"

But before Eduardo could respond, Fabio appeared behind him.

"Sorry, Eddy," he whispered.

Eduardo barely turned before he felt the prick of the syringe in his neck. The world spun violently. His vision blurred, and the weight of his body became too much.

"What did you..." Eduardo asked, almost in a whisper.

"...inject inside you?" Fabio completed his sentence. "Don’t worry, sweetheart. It’s not APHRO-16. But, it has the same properties, except that it doesn’t have the aphrodisiac properties. It’s just something to keep you awake till we leave the country,"

"You fucking..." Eduardo fell on his knees. He was finding it difficult to control his body.

He slumped into Fabio’s arms.

Fabio held him close, eyes closed, taking in the scent of his hair, the warmth of his body. His fingers went into his hair, feeling its softness. He let out a satisfied moan before looking up at the guards.

"Make sure that bastard is really dead," he said coldly, nodding toward Marcello.

Two of them walked over to Marcello’s bleeding form while Fabio lifted Eduardo’s limp body from the ground and threw his hand onto his shoulder like a prize.

With a grin on his face, he turned toward the exit. "Finally... you’re mine."

And just like that, he walked out the door with a faint echo of a sickening laugh that would haunt that vacation house forever.

He found a car parked outside the house and shoved Eduardo into the backseat. Before he could close the door, the sound of repeated gunshots echoed through the air. Eduardo lay there like a lifeless corpse, unable to move.

"Hear that? That’s the sound of Marcello’s death. I like it," he laughed and slammed the door shut.

Fabio mounted the driver’s seat and drove off immediately.

Where Eduardo lay, tears rolled down his cheek.

MARCELLO IS DEAD.