The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis-Chapter 172: The Unwanted Guest!

Morning came quickly and Marcello and the others found their way to the airport. They were heading back to Italy.

Eduardo wasn’t able to show up but he promised that he would visit Italy to strike a business deal with the Diabolo company.

Eduardo, on the other hand, was with Luca in the gym, for his morning routine. He was sweating profusely as he punched the sandbag, with blue gloves in his hand.

"Watching him is so cool..." Maya sneered.

"I... I agree with you," Luca responded with a short nod.

Maya folded her hands, tilting her head to look at Luca.

"You agree with me? Do you also have eyes for my husband?"

"Yes... Huh? Wait, no! He’s my boss, and there’s no way I can have whatever you’re thinking. Don’t be crazy!" Luca spoke with his fist clenched.

Maya smirked and looked back at Eduardo. She had been watching him when there was no need to. She had no interest in him at first. All she wanted to do was play the fake wife or fiancée, yet... she wanted to become the real one.

’How did it become like this? I have to leave once that Nadia girl becomes someone he can look at but I don’t want to.’ she bit her finger.

"Hey!"

She heard his voice and snapped out of her thoughts. The sudden image of his face right in front of hers made her flinch and her heart started to beat rapidly.

"Can you not do that?" She asked.

He pulled her towel from her neck and wiped the sweat off his face.

"Do what? You seem like you’re deep in thoughts" he shrugged, shoving a lock of her hair from her face. She felt his sweaty cold hands on her face and flinched.

Her nipples hardened under her tank top and she exchanged glances with him. He wore an innocent look on his face. He has no motive to grab her and make love to her on the gym floor.

But she wanted it to happen.

She wouldn’t mind if she was assaulted by this gay man.

’Fuck! What a weird kink!’

She shook her head.

"You should go take a shower and stop thinking. I have two guests today and I’ll need you to be there," he said.

She tilted her to the side.

"You need me for today? What would you like me to do?"

"You’re my woman, just follow my lead. It seems like my grandfather would be bringing a wife for me; I just need to show him I have you" he smiled, and her heart raced again.

It’s like he was playing games with her but he doesn’t realise it.

’Have me? I know it’s all pretence, but is it wrong for me to want him in real life? Would he even accept a ruthless assassin like me as a real wife?’

She wondered deeply and turned around.

"Fine, I better go prepare. Send your butler to me once the guest arrives" she waved, walking away.

Eduardo stood there, clueless.

"I better go take a shower"

"Master?" Luca called him and he replied with a short hum.

"Have you ever taken Maya for a date?" He asked.

"Do I need to?" Eduardo asked.

"If you want the world to know that you’re in love with your woman, that’s the right thing to do"

Eduardo rubbed his chin. He never thought he had to go on dates with Maya.

"I thought she wouldn’t care since assassins lack emotions"

"Maya is different. I guess..." He scratched the back of his head. Eduardo took one last glance at him as they approached the gym door.

"Do you have any idea who she is?" He asked and Luca shook his head.

"She is the infamous Flirty Demoness." He smirked.

Luca’s eyes widened as if he turned into a statue.

"You mean that assassin famous for ripping men’s hearts out and bursting their brains?" Luca asked and he nodded again.

Luca’s statue began to crumble. He remembered speaking informally to her and also calling her names and laughing at her.

"She isn’t going to burst my brain, would she?"

Eduardo tapped his shoulder, and with a calm smile, he assured Luca...

"Don’t worry, you’re safe" he said, leaving the gym.

Luca heaved a breath of relief. It took him a few seconds to understand Eduardo’s words.

"I have a brain! Master!"

"Yeah. Yeah. Clear my schedule for Friday. I’ll be taking my woman on a date" he waved his hand dismissively.

Luca smiled, agreeing. He was supposed to be upset and hoping for his sister to become the madam of the Ivanov family instead, but he doesn’t want his sister to be involved with anything Mafia-related.

He hoped that he would change his family name and become a normal business family rather than a mafia family. It was the same reason his parents lost their lives.

He would do anything to keep his sister safe.

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A few hours later, their first guest arrived. It was her grandfather with a young lady that looked like a princess. She wore a tight long sleeveless dress, exposing her curves. Her hair was braided and decorated with real flowers. Her face was so smooth, but she still used makeup. Her round eyes made her look more like a doll.

Immediately she entered the mansion, Mr Vladimir smiled at her.

"You love the way the interior is. Amazing, isn’t it?"

"My husband’s house is so pretty, sir," she said.

"Haha! Of course, it is" he laughed.

Luca looked at both of them before clearing his throat.

"I’ll lead you to the waiting room. This way..." He said, leading them to a room with less decorations than the lobby on the second floor.

He had no motive to take care of them like a proper guest.

"What is this place?"

"Master will be here with you shortly. Be patient!" He ignored the question and left, closing the door behind.

Luca went back to Eduardo’s room to inform him of their arrival.

He didn’t even knock on the door and burst in.

He froze, seeing what Eduardo was wearing. His jaw almost fell.

"You’re not wearing that to see the prime minister’s daughter, are you?" He asked.

"What? It’s not that bad. It’s just a style I stole from my man"

"Your man?" Luca asked.

Eduardo smirked and adjusted his wet blonde hair to cover his face. He was dressing like Marcello.

Half-buttoned shirt. Tight leather pants. Huge gold chain around his neck. Fingers filled with diamond rings. A pierced ear with dangling earrings and wet blonde hair.

"Does it look bad?"

"No! You look literally perfect like... K-pop singers. I doubt she would get annoyed with your dressing!" Luca tried to explain, but Eduardo didn’t listen.

"Go get Maya. Hurry! The drama is about to start" He grinned as he rushed down the stairs. The maids saw him and started to murmur into each other’s ears.

He could hear the laughter. He nodded his head, pleased that he was being mocked. He thought that they were mocking his dress, but instead... They were mumbling about how insanely handsome he was.

"Is that the Master?"

"Did you take a picture? I wonder how much it would sell for!"

"He’s so fucking hot! How I wish to be in the mistress’ position! In fact, I don’t mind being the second wife!"

Eduardo walked towards the kitchen. The chefs who were standing by the door saw him and also started to murmur. He made his way to the small cell close to the kitchen and picked up a bottle of alcohol. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"This has just ten per cent. It should do" he said and winked at the ladies. Their cheeks flushed red as they pretended to faint.

He finally went to the waiting room to meet his unwanted guests.

The moment he pushed the door opened and staggered inside. Sofia sprung up, a huge smile appearing on her cheek.

"Hi! I mean, greetings! I’m Sofia Perillo, your fiancée" she introduced, when she wasn’t even asked. He ignored them and fell on the couch, his legs spread apart as he panted hard. His gaze fell on his grandfather.

"Oi! Old man, did you happen to bring a toy for me?" He asked.

"What is this insolence behaviour?! She’s your fiancée and the daughter of the prime minister, you will treat her with respect!" Mr Vladimir yelled.

His expression changed to confusion. He tilted his head childishly.

"Respect? What is that? Can I eat it?"

"Uhm, I know you’re not aware of it, but I’m your..."

"Fiancée. Fiancée. Fiancée. That’s all you’ve been talking about ever since I got here" he finally looked at her.

She exchanged glances with Mr Vladimir, who was looking furious.

"What is going on? You..."

"Miss Sofia, don’t mind my grandson. He’s just being childish. He’s yours and yours alone. We must head back to your father and make arrangements for your wedding..."

"Wedding?" A voice came from the door and a beautiful lady walked in. She was so seductive and hot. Her make-up was simple, but her face screamed beauty!

"Are you going to be wedded to my husband?" She asked again, her hips thrusting to the side as she folded her hands.