Nadia's father who had just finished making a phone call in secret, walked towards his daughter who have been crying ever since she arrived from Italy.
Her mother tried to console her while her brother just leaned on the wall as usual, trying to picture and imagine everything the guard explained to them.
"Pfftt"
He suddenly burst into laughter and all gaze travelled to him.
"Luca, now isn't the time to laugh. Didn't you see that your sister barely escaped death?!" Their mother questioned, with a frown on her face.
Luca covered his mouth and kept on laughing. As if it wasn't enough, he strolled towards his crying sister and crouched to her level.
"So, Eduardo is gone. And you lost him to a man who was supposed to be your husband. How cute!" He mocked. Nadia raised her head and waved her hand, wanting to hit her brother but, he dodged it quickly. She picked up a couch pillow and threw it at him.
"Go away! Eduardo was supposed to return with me. You have to help me get him back, father!" She cried.
Her father, Rossi, stood there silently. Of course, he has no choice but to do what his daughter wants. But it wasn't for her but for the person he just finished speaking to on the phone.
The anonymous woman has eyes and ears everywhere. She's the most powerful being in Russia. She's also a walking bomb who's ready to destroy anyone who failed to carry out her orders and also, those who are ready to betray her.
"I'll bring him back. Stop crying now and go to your room"
Nadia heard her father's and sat up, wiping the tears off her face. Her make up has been ruined because of her tears. She has been crying ever since what happened at the airport.
It couldn't leave her head. The scene where Marcello kissed Eduardo right in front of everyone, without giving any fuck about the people who were watching him. Not even her!
'I'm sure Eduardo is forced to do those things. There's no way Eduardo would love a man. He loves me!'
Nadia was hundred percent sure of that. She clenched her fist tight, staring at the thin air.
'Don't you worry, I'll come back for you, Eddy'
...
Nadia and the guard went to their quarters and it was left with the Rossi couple and their son, Luca.
Mr Rossi had already explained everything to his family. The call he had received and also, the order to bring Eduardo back to Russia.
Luca frowned deeply. He hid his balled fist in his other hand, clenching his jaw.
He was actually relieved that there was so sign of Eduardo in his estate anymore. His sister was so obsessed with him that she couldn't do anything without talking about him. At school, among her friends, during events. It's always Eduardo.
Eduardo and more Eduardo. Now, his parents were going to send him to find a way to bring back Eduardo.
He could vividly remember the first time he had met Eduardo. He was about six when he arrived into the Rossi house. His father had introduced him as a slave but he never acted like one. He was more like a prince than a slave. It took him months to get use to his new life as a slave.
Luca hated him. He was more handsome, stronger and always being compared to him. Most of all, his sister fell in love with him because Eduardo saved her life countless number of times. Whether it was from dog attack or kidnapping, anything at all.
Luca was convinced that Eduardo was doing all this, just to return to where he came from. But, it was said that he had forgotten about his past and also, his family.
"Can't we just leave him over there, father? Bringing him back would only distract Nadia" he tried to discourage his father, but his father didn't accept his suggestion.
"It's an order. Eduardo must be brought back to Russia at all cost" he said.
"Fuck!" Luca sprung up and angrily kicked the side table close to where he was seated.
"Luca!" His father yelled his name.
"Calm down honey" his wife tried to calm him down but Luca had already walked to the door.
"Find someone else to fetch him back. I'm your son, not your dog, father" he hissed and left the living room.
His father tried to call him back again but, his mother stopped him.
"Let him be. Give him some time to be alone. Luca shouldn't be your concern now. That monster, the Diabolo heir, should be the one you must focus on" she advised. He nodded his head slowly, agreeing with his wife. He took her hands in his and exhaled deeply.
"If we don't bring him back, our family will be wiped off. There are other families that can be replaced with ours. We must do this and succeed"
"Yes honey..." She breath out.
____
Marcello left Eduardo's room few hours ago. Now, he's in his room, seated on the chair. He had his bathrobe wrapped around his body, his hair was dripping wet, a huge cigar in his finger and his gaze was stuck outside the window.
He wasn't listening to the men who were speaking to him, because he was busy thinking about Eduardo and also, Carlo.
Carlo was the person on his mind that he has been trying to forget ever since he killed him. He finally forgot him, well, not fully... But, thanks to Eduardo, he had to reminisce about their old days together.
"I'm sure he's not listening, Mario. Don't waste your breath" The butler spoke.
"Viktor, can you give him a punch on my behalf?" Mario asked the old butler. The man shook his head and stared at the distracted Marcello.
"Mario..." Marcello's voice was suddenly heard. Mario, his faithful assistant moved closer to his master.
"I want you to starve him for a whole week. Once he's tired, he'll have to beg me before he can eat"
"Huh?" Mario had question mark around his head, wondering what Marcello was talking about.
Viktor understood what he was saying. It was about Eduardo... Again.
"Master has a new toy in the mistress' room. He's talking about that" he explained.
"That?" Marcello finally diverted his gaze to them. Viktor saw it and flinched.
"Forgive me, young master"
"He has a name, which every one must address him as. Eduardo. Anyone who dares to call him fuckboy will have to feed himself to the Brunos" he ordered.
They both lowered their heads. Mario, after tapping the screen of his tablet, parted his lips to speak again.
"Young master, your next fiancee is..."
"Another one? Don't they hear the rumours about what I do the past ones? Why do they keep sending them over?" He interrupted, frowning.
"They want a chance to collaborate with the Diabolo family. That's the reason for sending their daughters"
"I see..." He turned his face away again and Mario continued.
"This one is from Italy. She'll be arriving in two weeks, young master"
Marcello waved his hands like he didn't care. Mario then continued with his report...
"Videos about what you did circulated the internet for three minutes but, we've brought everything down. Please, be more careful young master. It's expensive to shut the news"
"Just give them whatever they want"
Mario sighed. He was done with his today's report. He was going to head over to Eduardo's room and pay him a visit. It was going to be his first time seeing the Eduardo everyone has been talking about and also, the person that made Marcello go all the way to airport to bring back.
He's reminded of Carlo. Mario took one last glance at Marcello, seated on the chair like a prince that he is. His robe seemed out of place, showing off his laps and muscular chest.
Of course, Mario took this job just to get close to Marcello. He had met him in the club in the past and knew he liked men, so he wanted a chance. But, it's been three years and he hasn't gotten any chance at all.
"I'll be off now, young master" he lowered his head and left the room.
It was just the butler and Marcello. The room still had the smell of cigar and the smoke was starting to spread.
"Young master, you don't seem to be well. Do you want me to call some people over?"
"There's no need for that. I have Eduardo now"
"But young master... You don't even know about his background. We can't even trust him yet. The only information we got is that he's a slave and..."
"Don't cross the line, Viktor. Say one more word about Eduardo again and I'll put a bullet through your skull" he threatened.
Viktor remained quiet and lowered his head.
"I made a mistake, forgive me young master"
"Leave!"
Viktor slowly turned around and left the room. He slammed the door close and leaned on it. He adjusted his one eyed glass, took it in his hands before clenching his fist. The glass shattered, piercing his palm and also, causing him to bleed.
"I knew that person was bad news when I set my eyes on him" he grumbled, with his clenched jaw, showing off how angry he was.