The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis

Marcello's lips covered Carlo's lips as he was unconscious. He forced his tongue into his mouth, sucking and biting Carlo's lips. His hands slipped into his body, rubbing his chest and also, pinching his red nipples.

Carlo didn't still move an inch. Marcello broke the kiss and unbuttoned Carlo's shirt. He kissed every corner of his chest, as if he were leaving marks on his body.

But, he was careful not to leave any trace on his body so Carlo won't know what happened while he was unconscious. He won't be able to thrust into him, because he would feel the pain.

He wanted to leave this sight stuck in his memory forever. He kissed his way down to his trouser and pulled it from Carlo's legs. He was left with his brief shorts and also a cute tattoo of his name on his waist.

"Hmm..." Marcello moaned and pulled down his brief also till he was totally bare down there.

Carlo's cock came to view. It was dead. Marcello took it in his hands and sniffed it. Another moan escaped from his lips.

It was the first time Marcello had grabbed another man's dick. He was the type that would sit and order others to ride him or suck him, but it was different this time.

He wanted Carlo so bad that he shoved his cock into his mouth. It wasn't big, and it wasn't small. It had a cute size and a cute smell that Marcello kept thrusting it into his mouth over and over again.

It took a long time before Carlo's dick got a little harder which made things easy for Marcello.

While he was sucking Carlo, he slipped his hand into his own pants and brought out his own huge cock.

He started to fap it, still on his knees in front of Carlo. He moaned with the cock still in his mouth. He took it out of his mouth. With the saliva and precum that came out, he fapped both cock at the same time.

He even kissed Carlo's balls and bit his lower lips. Again, he kissed Carlo, breathing and moaning fast.

Carlo was the first to come while Marcello stood up and shoot out his semen over Carlo's body.

He heaved a breath of relief and tilt his head back. He fell on the couch, biting his lower lips. His dead eyes looked at Carlo's naked body once again.

Just after that, he barged out of the lounge wearing his suit like nothing happened. He already wiped Carlo clean with the napkin in the lounge.

His men standing outside got closer, wanting to help Marcello carry Carlo, but Marcello growled at them. They got the silent message and cleared the way. He carried Carlo himself to the car, allowed him sit on his lap till he drove off to his own house.

The butler wondered why Marcello brought his own best friend like that and unconscious, especially the head butler. He knew of Marcello's obsession with Carlo and also the fact that Carlo had no interest in Marcello.

"Young master, welcome back home. You're with..."

"Prepare a hot bath. I'll wash him myself" Marcello ignored his greetings as he ordered him. He also walked past the butler, with Carlo in his hands.

"Huh?" The butler asked, wearing a confused look.

'Wash him himself? What's going on between the young master and the son of the Morano family? He'd better not ruin my plans'

#Present!

"And that's how I washed him off. By the time he woke up the next morning, he didn't know what happened. I couldn't get that cute face off my mind so I did it again and another time..." As Marcello was about to end his words, something flew past his face and crashed on the wall. He felt something warm trickling down the cheek. Touching it with his fingers and staring at it, he saw it was blood.

Where did that come from?

Who threw it?

'I should have known that neck tie isn't strong enough to hold him'

"You disgusting piece of shit! How could you..." Eduardo growled angrily, his face squeezed up in anger. He had freed himself from the tie and grabbed the ceramic flower vase close to the bed.

Marcello was reminiscing about the past, telling Eduardo the story of how he did what he wanted for the first time with Carlo. He was drowned in his story that he didn't realise it quickly when Carlo threw the flower vase at him.

"You really wish to end my life, don't you?" Marcello questioned, throwing the cigarette butt on the floor.

"Trust me, that's my wish" Eduardo gave a simple response.

Marcello nodded his head. He walked to the drawer and brought out another chain. It was heavy that Marcello dragged it across the floor till he got to the bed.

"I don't know why the love story between Carlo and I annoy you so much. It's not like you know about him. Or do you? If you're one of the people who fell in love with my Carlo, I'll blow your brains right here and right now" he grabbed Eduardo's hands and this time, he chained it to the bed with a key.

"Get your hands off me!" Eduardo struggled with the chain.

"Don't be too hasty. I won't touch you...well, not yet. I'll make you suffer just a bit for making me bleed, Eddy" He replied and got off the bed.

Eduardo was surprised. He thought Marcello was going to force himself on him again but he was calm.

"I'll see you again when you've calmed down. Then, I'll punish you for causing me to bleed, babe" he pointed to the cut on his face and walked out of the room. Till he slammed the door close, Eduardo wasn't sure about Marcello's decision. When he saw that Marcello didn't return, he sighed deeply and rested on the bed with his hands locked on both side. He felt uncomfortable but there was nothing he could do.

If he were Carlo, the son of a Mafia, of course, he would have been able to avoid all of this. But he's nothing but a slave.

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Meanwhile, back in Russia.

Somewhere located in a huge ass manor...

A woman with blonde hair was resting close to a pool, under a shade. She was having her peace of mind until she received a call on her phone. She reached for the phone and answered the call.

"Hello, who is this?" Her calm, yet firm voice resounded.

"Ma'am, your son has escaped our clutches. We apologize" A middle aged man's voice echoed from the other line.

The woman sat up and looked around to make sure no one was listening. She took off the sunglasses on her face and asked again.

"Where has he escaped to?"

"Italy, ma'am"

"Italy? Bring him back immediately! And also, don't you dare refer to him as my son. Eduardo is nothing but a slave! You have one week to bring him back to Russia. Or else, you and your family will be done for, Rossi" she threatened, blinking her familiar light blue eyes.