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Betrayed and butchered by his treacherous best friend, Carlo's soul was consumed by an insatiable thirst for vengeance. Reincarnated into the body of Eduardo, a lowly servant, he vowed to dismantle the ruthless Mafia empire of Marcello Diabolo, the monster who orchestrated his brutal demise.

But plans went awry upon meeting Marcello.

"You're mine, Eduardo. Why don't you spread your legs for me" 

Eduardo's resolve wavered as Marcello's seductive pull intensified.

"Run, and I'll catch you. You'll never escape my bed" Marcello warned.

"I need you inside me, not once, not twice, do it until I break"

Torn between revenge and desire, Eduardo's secret threatened to expose him. Would Marcello's obsession endure, or would Eduardo succumb to his enemy's passion?

Will Eduardo's quest for vengeance consume him, or will Marcello's fiery passion reduce his resolve to ashes?"

The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis

The next morning, Marcello opened his eyes slowly as he turned to the other side of the bed. He sat up and saw Eduardo on the other side of the bed.

He slowly slipped his finger through his messy dried hair before standing. He grabbed his robe from the ground and wrapped it around his body.

'Ah! Eddy slept here'

He grinned and walked to the balcony. A yawn escaped his lips as he stretched his hand, walking naked to the balcony.

His eyes met with the empty compound. His men were supposed to be outside, groaning and yelling as they did their morning training, but they were nowhere to be found.

'Did I wake up too early?' He asked himself.

He looked back into the room and saw that Eduardo was still asleep. There was a short knock on the door soon after. He groaned in frustration and walked to the door to answer who it was.

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