The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis-Chapter 188: Planning For The Vacation! 2

The morning air was quiet but tense. Eduardo dressed in plain clothes... dark jeans, a hoodie, and a cap pulled low. His sharp features were half-hidden behind tinted shades as he slipped out of the manor unnoticed. The car Luca arranged was waiting by the back gate, and within minutes, they were on the highway heading to the airport.

His father already knew about his short vacation. He just didn’t want too much attention when leaving the country, especially when he had just found out he had a fan club filled with girls.

The drive was quiet. David sat in the front, his fingers drumming against the door absentmindedly. Luca, acting every bit the perfect secretary in a tailored coat and crisp tie, typed away on his tablet. Eduardo sat in the back, watching the city blur past. His mind drifted between the thoughts of Marcello and Maya.

He just wanted something to think about and the vacation happened to be on his mind. He hoped everything went well.

At the private terminal, the plane waited. They passed through security smoothly. Luca must have made it possible for them to go without being searched. His guards had weapons on them, so they had to avoid being searched.

No reporters or stalkers were taking pictures of them. Five of the shadow guards were behind him. But as they boarded, Eduardo noticed David’s steps were slower than usual, his gaze more distant.

"You okay? Still sick?" Eduardo asked casually, his voice low as they entered the plane.

David looked back, startled.

"No, Master. I’m fine,"

Eduardo didn’t press further. He knew something was off, but David wasn’t ready to talk. And he didn’t have the energy to dig, not today. He just wanted to focus on his flight and meeting Marcello. Besides, he doesn’t want to concern himself with David’s personal business.

’Did he have a fight with a lover? Is he still concerned about Viola?’ he wondered.

Once the plane took off, Eduardo leaned into the seat, closed his eyes, and let the hum of the engine carry him away. The flight wasn’t that long. It was roughly three and a half hours from Russia to Italy. But every second felt stretched by anticipation. He was back to his original country. The same country where he was born and where he died.

He opened his eyes midway, glancing across at Luca, who was still typing on the tablet.

"What exactly are you busy with?"

Luca looked up.

"Your schedule?" He replied, without certainty. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"It’s not that jam-packed," Eduardo replied, with a grin.

"Yeah... not that jam-packed. It’s just filled with the time you have to spend with your... Marcello," Luca faked a smile as he rolled her eyes.

Eduardo smirked.

"Someone sounds... Sad. Jealous."

Luca sighed and looked out the window. He didn’t have time to spend with his childish boss.

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When they landed at the Italian airstrip, the sun had just begun its descent, casting a golden glow over the distant hills. The air was warmer than in Russia. It was cold over there in Italy... Winter was approaching after all.

As they descended from the plane, a black SUV awaited on the tarmac. The guards loaded the bags while Luca handled logistics. Eduardo breathed in deeply, grounding himself.

David stood to his side, silent.

"Let’s go," Eduardo said, walking toward the car. But as he passed, David faltered, just a half step, barely noticeable.

Eduardo turned slightly, catching it.

"David."

David straightened, eyes a little too wide. He blinked repeatedly, trying not to make anything noticeable.

"Yes, Master?"

"If something’s wrong, now’s the time to say it," Eduardo said, getting even more worried.

But David just forced a small smile.

"Everything’s fine, Master. Forgive me,"

Eduardo nodded, even though he didn’t believe him.

He looked at Luca who was also wearing the same confused expression on his face. It was really obvious that David was hiding something.

They all got in the car, heading toward the secluded vacation house Luca had prepared. Eduardo had chosen it after searching the internet. He wanted somewhere quiet, far from the city, far from spies and stalkers. And also where the camera was.

And behind Eduardo, in the far back seat, David sat stiffly, gripping his phone tightly. The screen was still dark, but his mind screamed with the weight of a message he hadn’t yet sent.

He couldn’t do it. Not yet.

The SUV curved through forest roads, tyres crunching over gravel as they approached the hidden estate. The Italian countryside embraced them—lush hills, vines coiled around olive trees, and wildflowers nodding in the neighbourhood. No signs. No neighbours. Just the steady hum of insects and the occasional bird flitting between branches.

Then, like a mirage, the vacation house appeared.

It wasn’t large, but it was breathtaking. Built in old stone and dark wood, it sat nestled in a dip between two hills, wrapped in ivy and shadow. The roof slanted elegantly with rustic terracotta tiles, and tall windows reflected the late afternoon sun. A wide veranda overlooked the valley, its railings carved with weathered details—an ode to some forgotten artisan’s hands.

"It looks abandoned," Luca remarked from the front seat.

"That’s the point," Eduardo replied, stepping out.

The scent of lavender and aged earth greeted him. Birds chirped overhead, and the warm breeze carried the scent of lemon trees from a nearby grove. Inside, the house was just as charming—cool, airy, and quiet. The floors creaked faintly beneath his steps, and the scent of polished wood lingered in the halls.

It was safe. Untouched. Perfect.

Just the way he liked it.

Everyone liked it, except David. He clenched his phone, staring at the building. It was so hidden. It was the perfect place for Fabio to execute his plan.

"Why would he pick this kind of place? Ugh!" He grunted.

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Not long after they arrived, Eduardo stood by the kitchen counter, sipping a glass of water, when he heard the hum of another engine in the distance. He stepped out onto the veranda just as a black motorcycle appeared on the dirt path. The rider cut the engine, pulled off his helmet—and there he was.

Marcello.

His hair was wind-blown, dark curls falling over his forehead, and a grin tugged at his lips the moment he spotted Eduardo. He didn’t bother locking the bike or grabbing anything. He walked straight toward the house.

Eduardo met him halfway.

"Finally," Marcello said, pulling him into a kiss that was deep and unhurried, laced with longing.

"Wai-" Eduardo tried to break the kiss and speak, but Marcello’s grip was too tight. His kiss was aggressive as he bit his lips and sucked his tongue.

"You missed me that much?" Eduardo murmured when they finally broke apart.

"You have no idea," Marcello replied, his voice low, already tugging Eduardo toward the house.

They barely made it to the living room. Marcello pushed him against the wall, their mouths colliding again, hands sliding beneath the fabric, gripping, pulling, claiming. Eduardo groaned into the kiss, his fingers bunching into Marcello’s shirt, his mind rapidly dissolving beneath the touch.

Marcello’s mouth travelled down his neck, hot and open. "We’re alone, right?" he muttered against his skin.

"Yeah," Eduardo breathed, barely holding on. "But...wait-"

Marcello was already tugging at his waistband, eyes hazy with hunger. Eduardo exhaled a shaky laugh, pushing his chest lightly.

"Marcy, hey. Relax you horny dog!"

Marcello blinked, chest heaving, lips parted.

"We have time. Enough time." Eduardo said, brushing a thumb across his cheek. "No one’s rushing us. I just got here, you just got here... Let’s not burn through it all in ten minutes."

Marcello stared at him for a second before breaking into a crooked smile.

"You’re right. Fuck, I just missed you."

"I can tell, your horny behaviour is proof of that already," Eduardo teased, finally easing into a smaller kiss... softer this time. "Let’s take a shower. Eat something. Then we can do whatever we want."

Marcello grinned, still holding onto his hand.

"Okay. But don’t blame me if I pin you to the kitchen counter before we even make it to the bedroom."

"I’d blame you and probably be the one to pin you down," Eduardo replied with a wink.

Hand in hand, they walked deeper into the house, laughter echoing off the stone walls.

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David watched them from the other room. He swallowed hard, watching them till they disappeared. It wasn’t his first time seeing Eduardo intimate with another man, but he felt jealous and a bit relieved.

When Fabio used to drug him, he didn’t feel anything when he touched Eduardo. There were no emotions in his eyes, just the feeling of being controlled by the drug.

But this time, it was different. When he was with Marcello, he was different from when he was with Fabio. He stared at the screen of his phone and gazed at the last message sent by Fabio.

"No matter how hard I try... He’ll still find this place. I better build up my own plan," he said to himself.