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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

Eduardo was only going to conclude that Marcello was the one who murdered the Rossis, just to get his slave papers. He doesn't feel guilty about that. He doesn't care much about them anyway, since he wasn't the real Eduardo. He wasn't the one they bullied or treated harshly.

If the real Eduardo was alive, of course, he would be happy to hear that the Rossis were dead. However, the only person he wished to survive that fire was Nadia.

Eduardo threw his legs off the bed and slipped them into his slippers. He walked out of the room and started to bang on Marcello's door.

It took him a few seconds to realise that he wasn't at home.

"Fuck!" He cursed and rushed downstairs. He felt the guards glare on his body, but, he ignored them.

He wanted to be sure of Marcello's reasons for killing the Rossis. Did he take revenge on his behalf, or did he do it just because of the slave papers?

I Didn't Kill The Rossis!