IN ITALY...
That morning, Marcello wanted to pay a visit to his father. No, he was already on his way to his father's estate.
Mario was on the passenger's seat, holding a bunch of files. Marcello took one glance at the message he sent to Eduardo last night. It was unread.
"Is he busy? I wonder what he's doing," he said.
"Do you want me to send a few men over to Russia?" Mario asked.
"No need. I can't plant any spy around him. I trust Eduardo," he said with a smile.
Mario nodded and turned away. Normally, he would have been jealous of Eduardo or his boss, but the feeling he had developed for Eduardo disappeared after he left Italy.
When he found out he wasn't a mere slave, but an heir to a Mafia family. There's no way he could be with Eduardo.
He never even stood a chance in the first place.
"Understood, boss," he responded.
