Wade crouched behind a wall, a gun strapped to his side. He looked opposite to where his friend and assistant, Mark was and motioned for him to follow him.
"Are you sure this is the correct place? I hope we don't get our brains blasted off," Mark grumbled while loading bullets into his gun.
"What are you talking about? We have the advantage of sneak attack here," Wade said rather arrogantly.
"Your fighting skills are better than mine. No wonder you can boast," Mark replied matter of factly.
Wade ushered Mark and two more men dressed in police uniforms to follow him into the building.
Within seconds, gunshots were fired, bullets whizzed through the air in a deadly fight.
The air smelt of gunpowder and the metallic scent of blood was noticeable. In the dark night, the place was eerily quiet except for a nightclub that was blaring lights and music in the distance.
Wade would have much preferred to put his feet up by the fireplace and munch on a bag of Lays but unfortunately, something terrible happened.
"If it wasn't for proving myself to that old man, I wouldn't be here," Wade mumbled under his breath, thinking back to when he gave up the position of CEO to become a mere police officer.
Suddenly a bullet whizzed narrowly missed his head and hit the metal bar behind him.
"Chief, we have been detected!" One police officer called out.
"Well, shit. We have a rat," Wade smiled calmly. He counted one to three before he came out of his hiding spot and spun around, putting bullets into the legs of the people who were approaching them silently.
Cries and groans were heard as Wade calmly took them all down in a flash. Mark was struggling to keep up with him.
"Whenever it comes to busting criminals, the boss sure has extra energy," Mark mumbled under his breath.
"Did you see our man?!" Wade yelled.
"There's too much bullet! I can't find him!" Mark yelled back.
"Wade!" Mark cried out and pointed to one of their men who got shot in the leg.
"Cover me!" Wade dodged an oncoming bullet, grabbed the injured officer by the collar and quickly pulled him to safety.
Many minutes later, the sound of a siren could be heard from outside the building. The gang members were stunned and shocked! The building had been surrounded by the police in a matter of seconds.
"Put your weapon down. You have been surrounded. Any attempt to fight back would be seen as a threat and shall be taken care of immediately!" A man thundered on a loudspeaker. The gang members had no choice but to drop their weapons and put their hands up.
Wade walked towards the man with the loudspeaker as many cops rushed out from their vehicles and quickly apprehended the criminals.
"Wade!"
"Sargent Baxter! Good to see you!" Wade smiled gleefully.
"These are small criminals. But nevertheless, good job! Where is the suspect that was caught on camera?" Baxter asked, giving him a questioning look.
"Oh, yes.... Now I remember," With that, Wade quickly ran off in the opposite direction. He was too caught up with catching the criminals that he had forgotten about the main reason he was here.
Wade ran to the backdoor as quickly as he could, the wind pounced on his face as he kicked the metal door open.
He lifted the gun to his eye and fired a bullet, shooting accurately at a sports car's tyre. The sportscar made a sudden turn and crashed into the bush.
In the next second, a gun was pointed at the driver. Wade casually wiped his sweat with his sleeve and grinned.
"Sir, come with me. I have some questions for you," He placed a hand onto the man's shoulders.
"S...sir, please I don't know anything! I'm not involved!"
"We have evidence. You are charged for the missing case of Edward Mattson, CEO of Mattson group. You have the rights to remain silent and the rights to a lawyer,"
In the police station.
"These guys are from the Domino Gang. They may be a small gang but I heard that they had a powerful figure backing them up," Mark spoke to Baxter as they stood in front of the interrogation room where the suspect sat without saying a word.
"Where's the suspect?" Wade walked into the police station and asked. A few female cops drooled at the sight of his handsome appearance and muscular arms.
Mark pointed to the interrogation room. "He's not saying anything,"
"Boss, you have a visitor," one female officer said and smiled sweetly at Wade.
"I'm jealous. Why do you have to be so popular with girls?" Mark said enviously with a sulking expression.
"What can I say, I'm charming," Wade laughed and went to his office where a middle aged man was waiting for him.
The man, upon seeing him striding towards him. The man was dressed in an exquisite suit and carried an aura of a nobility.
"Father," Wade greeted him as politely as he could.
"Well, what have you found after running around with a bunch of insolent people you called your trusted partners?" His father, Henry spoke with disdain.
Wade smiled as if he didn't hear him insult his comrades. "We have found the suspect who was with your business partner before he went missing. I believe this case will come to end soon,"
"Heh! Come to an end? Do you think it's that easy, Wade? You have three days! Three days! If Edward Mattson doesn't come to the meeting, the deal between the two companies will be forfeited and the loss will be huge! Can you take responsibility for that?! " Henry sneered, eyes burning with rage.
Apparently the father and son were estranged and often at loggerheads with each other. Henry wanted Wade to take over the company and become the next CEO, but Wade refused and chose to become a cop. Thus choosing to start his own career by doing a low paying job. Because of that, Henry was taunted and mocked by his friends and business rivals for having a useless son.
And by doing so, Wade had failed his father's expectations and caused the old man to swallow his pride.
"Your grandfather is looking for you!" Henry said angrily before he left.
Why was his grandfather looking for him?
Suddenly, Mark burst through his office door, panic written in his eyes before Wade had time to think about his grandfather.
"Boss, the suspect....."
"Boss, the suspect is dead!" "Dead!?" Wade quickly rushed to the interrogation room where a doctor tried to perform an emergency rescue. "An ambulance is on the way!" A female officer shouted from behind. Everyone was panicking, doing their best to save the suspect. However, after two minutes, the doctor sighed and shook his head at them. The doctor wiped his sweat and said, "Looks like he died of a heart attack. I'm sorry, Wade,""A heart attack? How did this happen?! Aren't you all on watch!?" Wade turned to the cops who were on duty, furious.The young cops swallowed and glanced at the floor wordlessly. "Chief, our rescue response was very fast. Doctor Howard was here within seconds yet he couldn't save the suspect," Mark tried to intercede for the young cops. He motioned for them to retreat. Whenever the chief was angry, the whole room would be swept into a glacier, cold and scary. "I'm not angry over that. Our lead have been cut off again!" Wade was close to gnashing his te
Somehow, Wade felt like his actions were being watched. He looked around, scanning the nightclub but couldn't find anything. No one dares to walk into Castello like it was a supermarket. Castello was where crime and murder were a common thing. You could never know what tomorrow brings.Even the FBI didn't dare to do anything against the Mafia. Ever since Wade took office, he had dedicated all his time to wiping out criminals.Maybe he was overthinking. As soon as he stepped into the nightclub, there was a strange uneasy feeling in his chest. Mark struck up a conversation with a girl and they began talking happily. The real reason Wade wanted to come here was because he was looking for someone. The previous chief had gave him information that they had a spy in Castello whom he could contact to help find Edward Mattson. The spy had sent an anonymous text message to meet him in this nightclub. Wade figured that it would be better to meet with this spy than go straight to the pharmacy.
"Uh…." Wade was speechless. Was this guy flirting with him?Mark came to his side and nudged Wade from behind, reminding him of their mission. "Thank you for saving my friend. We need to go. It's very late," Mark made up an excuse and tried to signal to Wade with his eyes. Something was wrong. Wade took heed of it and thanked the man again before heading to the door. "You're welcome. Come back again next time. What's your name?" The man asked, his eyes scanning Wade up and down lazily. "Wade," "Wade…." The way his name sounded off this mysterious man's lips sent a tingle up Wade's body. "Nice name. I could say it all day," the man chuckled, his dark eyes gazing at him intensely.Wade laughed awkwardly. No one had ever said such a thing to him. This man was probably just fooling around with him. Once they were out, Wade asked Mark about his findings. "The whole bar is creeping with crazy criminals. We were lucky we didn't get killed! That cute girl said she saw Edward Mattson f
"Ahhh! Who the hell are yo-" Wade jumped in fright. But when he saw the person who said it, he calmed down. When he saw the man looking at him with a smug expression, Wade quickly made an excuse. "I'm lost. S…so I'm looking for the exit,""Didn't you leave here hours ago? Why are you back again… ?" The man closed in on Wade, pausing in his sentence to scan Wade's clothing. "In a waiter's uniform?"Wade knew that his excuse has failed. What was he going to say? Was his identity blown? "Missed me that much?" The mysterious man smirked. "I..I..," Wade stuttered. With the way the man was looking at him, it looked as if he wanted to eat Wade up. "Why don't you guess what's my purpose here?" Wade decided to play it smart. From the looks of it, the mysterious man wasn't a simple person either. He could enter the highest floor of the nightclub and mingle with people like John Brandon, Wade began to suspect his identity. "Oh, let me guess then. Is there a prize if I guess it correctly?"
"My name is Vincenzo Luciano,"Luciano??!! T..that Luciano??!! He was actually the world's….Wade felt goosebumps crawling up his skin. Vincenzo Luciano, the world's most powerful and wanted criminal, the enigmatic Mafia King, the one who has many gangs working under him, the one whom the FBI and Interpol don't dare to touch, that Vincenzo Luciano?Double shit! Wade only knew one thing at this moment. He was screwed! In his head, Wade was cursing himself for being stupid and clumsy. How could he not know that was Vincenzo Luciano?! This Luciano guy was the one the previous police chief and FBI had been trying to catch. So this was the big criminal that everyone failed to catch? If he could catch him and put him behind bars, then at least half the world would be rid of crime. The man laughed, amusement in his dark eyes. "Officer, you have fallen into my trap. Whatcha gonna do?" Vincenzo continue to let his fingers trailed down Wade's back.Wade shivered, his stomach squeezing on it
The whole place was plunged into darkness. Wade could still hear the panicky cries of the bar goers, chaotic footsteps and what seemed like people knocking over furniture. What was more important was that he couldn't hear him. He couldn't hear Vincenzo Luciano. His eyes slowly adjusted to the dark, squinting as he tried to detect Vincenzo. However in the next second just as he detected him, Wade's mouth was covered by a large hand and he was pulled into the darkness, until his back hit the wall. Wade gasped. He pulled the hand away from his mouth and scolded, "Hey! Luciano, no games here! If you want to fight, let's do it fair and square. Attacking me in the dark, what kind of gentleman are you?"By now, Wade's eyes have fully adjusted to the dark. He saw Vincenzo Luciano standing in front of him. Wade was cautious, on high alert. What was Vincenzo up to and who was the one shooting in the bar? "Fair and square? You lot aren't what you preach. Hypocrite," Vincenzo said in a low vo
"So you liked to be cuffed," Vincenzo smirked. Why did that sound so weird and something like those seen in BDSM practices? Wade wanted to punch that smirk off his face. "You have weird ideas. Behind you!" Wade snatched up a bottle and flung it at an assassin who was creeping up behind Vincenzo. "You saved me. I didn't expect that," Vincenzo gave the knocked out assassin a casual glance as if it wasn't a threat at all. "No, you did it on purpose. You probably want me to save your ass so that you'll claim I'm your accomplice and send me to jail, won't it?" "You think too lowly of me," Wade didn't enjoy how their conversation always ended up going in circles. What a smarty pants, Wade snorted inwardly. "Then why don't you kill me, put an end to me? I've seen you and I'm not going to let criminals go scot-free in front of my eyes," Wade said."Killing you is too easy. I rather....," Vincenzo walked towards Wade. This time Wade didn't retreat. He stood his ground and glared straig
"Sure," Wade smiled, brushing aside his hair. The wind blew around them, parting Vincenzo's hair to one side that it fell over his face in a messy style. The look he had, however, made Wade felt like he couldn't take his eyes off the man standing before him. Wade had a sudden urge to reach out and brush the hair off Vincenzo's forehead.But Wade resisted that stupid impulsive urge and turned to leave, forcing his eyes to look away from that bastard."In jail," Wade added and strode off, disappearing into the dark. He watched as the police officer disappeared from sight, admiring his figure. He wasn't mistaken. It was him. After Wade left, Vincenzo wiped the corner of his lips and looked down at his fingers. There was some blood but he didn't mind. He chuckled to himself. That police chief was the most interesting one he had ever met. The next morning, Wade woke up from his short sleep and checked his phone. Mark had sent him some text messages about the case. He had gotten all the
Shit! He checked his ass and found that they didn't do anything last night. Phew, what a relief. He was almost paranoid of it but a small part of him wished to feel Vincenzo in him again. However what shocked him the most when he woke up was that his entire apartment had been cleaned out. What the fuck??!! Did Vincenzo do this? "Shit!" Wade felt like he was in someone else's room. What a freak, coming in here, accompanying him to drink and then cleaning his apartment out. What was his motive? Annoying shit, Wade cursed. Luckily he didn't have anything confidential to criminals in his apartment. Or who knows what might happen?There was a sticky note stuck to his fridge. You're the annoying shit who can't take care of himselfHuh? Vincenzo had anticipated what he would say hence he wrote this. Wade chuckled, shaking his head as he left the note there and walked off into the kitchen. Then he realized that the bullet was missing. He sighed, realizing that he gave it to Vincenzo las
"Why are you laughing? Shut up, asshole," Wade snapped."Don't worry," Vincenzo approached Wade, closing the distance between them. Wade moved backwards cautiously, eyes hazy and gazing up at him."What do y..you want?""I won't fuck you until you come to your senses. As much as I would like to see my cum spilling out of your tight ass, I rather you to be sober. That way, you can't deny that you like me in you, touching and fucking you no one can," Vincenzo's voice was low and husky, his warm breath tickling Wade's cheeks. Hearing the dirty words spoken to his ears, Wade shut his eyes, trying to squeeze out all the indecent thoughts he had been thinking about the past few days. He can't, he shouldn't, he wouldn't. But Vincenzo was pushing him to the edge, forcing him with that overwhelming scent of his. His stupid cologne that probably cost millions. Vincenzo caressed Wade's cheeks, his fingers trailed down to his neck where he found himself stroking it, forcing himself not to kiss
Vincenzo stood up to his full height and towered over Wade. "I didn't kill him," he said, gazing into his blue eyes. Silence erupted between them. It was broken by the ringing of the phone. Mark was calling him. Somehow, he believed Vincenzo. He didn't know why, but he felt it. Oh great, now he was starting to believe in criminals. "I need to go. Thanks... Uh... for the breakfast," Wade uttered.He felt like it was rude of him to just walk off without thanking him for the meal. Vincenzo watched Wade leave, staring at his firm ass with a smirk."What's up, Mark?" "Another case. Dead. Shot three times. The body's in the morgue," Mark said."These are the bullets found at the crime scene," Jenna showed him pictures of the bullets. Wade's eyes froze and he stiffened. Those were the same bullets as the one that killed Edward Mattson. They didn't get to do a proper autopsy on Edward Mattson because the higher ups took away his body and God knows where they buried it. "These seem like
"Eat first," Vincenzo said. He watched Wade eat the tarts and pastries. He didn't know that watching him eat could make his heart flutter like this. "Why are you looking at me?" Wade glared at him. Is there something on my face?" "There is,""You're pulling my leg," Wade said, thinking that he knew what Vincenzo was up to. However in the next second, Vincenzo's hand was close to his face. Wade moved back, his heart slamming in his chest as he tried to avoid him. "Don't move," Vincenzo said in a deep frightening voice. Wade froze. What the fuck was he up to? He looked straight into his eyes, mesmerized by the misty clear pupils that were gazing back at him. Vincenzo wiped his cheek, his fingers brushing gently against it. "See? Cream," Vincenzo lifted his finger to his face, showing proof that he was helping to wipe the cream away. Wade shuddered, strange electricity coursing through his body. He quickly pulled his gaze away from Vincenzo, afraid that he would fall deeper into
"Get the fuck out of my head!" Wade yelled."Excuse me?" The waiter looked at him, wide-eyed."Nothing. Having a bad day," Wade gave a weak smile and took out his phone.He saw he had a new text message from an unsaved contact.He tapped it open and read it.I have photos of you last night .Wade's eyes almost popped out as he yelled. What the fuck!?Last night? He and Vincenzo... His face burned red and he slammed a fist on the table.Damn you, Vincenzo! The only one able to take photos of him was the Mafia King himself. He was trying to blackmail him!Wade typed back, tapping furiously onto the screen.Where the fuck are you and what do you want?To see you.A reply came alm
Sunlight poured into the room, assaulting him from above. "What the fuck?" Wade groaned and wiped the sleep out of his eyes. Where in the world was he? He looked around the place, sat up and proceeded to get off the unknown bed. A sudden full pain shot through his body and Wade hissed. "Fuck, this..." He found his ass sore and when he looked between his thighs, he had the shock of his life!"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What the..." Wade couldn't stop cursing. He sprang off the bed and rushed to a mirror. There were teeth marks trailing along his inner thighs. All over his body, neck, shoulders and even his back, it was littered with hickies and marks, evidence of last night's wildness. Suddenly the events from yesterday came rushing back to his head. How he took Vincenzo's cock into his mouth and how he begged him to fuck him. Wade really wanted to punch a hole in the ground and hide his head. He actually kissed and fucked Vincenzo Luciano?! Damnit! How could he do such a thing?! He just fu
Wade's stomach tensed, gasping and whimpering lightly. Vincenzo had never expected that he would actually fuck the cop who wanted to put him behind bars. He inserted a fourth finger into Wade's tight hole, applying pressure on his prostate, caressing it lightly before he pulled out. He repeated the motion over and over again, until Wade became impatient. "Please..." Wade's voice was low and needy. His head was foggy and all he could think about was the pleasure, that oddly pleasant feeling.However, Vincenzo had other ideas. He wanted to hear him beg, to see him break under him and admit that he liked it when he fucked him. He smirked, watching in amusement as the cop was reduced to nothing but a desperate needy man. "You're really fucking tight. Haven't done it in a while, huh?" He didn't want Wade to cum so fast so he pulled his fingers out of his hole, inserting them at the entrance only, watching Wade's back muscle tensed. Wade's hole clenched around his fingers desperately. H
Wade's senses were suddenly filled with a familiar scent of sandalwood and earthly perfume. He looked up and saw him again. Jesus, why the fuck is he hallucinating about Vincenzo over and over again? What has been wrong with him recently? Okay, so yeah, Vincenzo was sexy. He kinda admitted that he was attracted to him, but only because he was mysterious to him and he was just trying to do his fucking job. However, the man in front of him wasn't a figment of his hallucination. Vincenzo looked at Wade who had been staring at him continuously. He sniffed the alcohol from Wade's breath and frowned, catching a glimpse at the line of whiskey bottles near him. "You're drunk," Vincenzo said. "Hahaha. My imagination is talking to me. Oh god," Wade laughed. It was an oddly pleasant sound to Vincenzo's ears. Vincenzo reached down and pinched Wade's chin, forcing him to look in his eyes. "You think I'm your imagination?" Vincenzo raised an eyebrow, studying him. Wade's cheeks were flushed
"Must be the work of some criminal. Look at the multiple bullet holes in his body. Someone must have been real angry with him," Mark shook his head. The docks have been cordoned off with police swarming the area. The manager and the workers were taken into custody and interrogated. "Well, you found him. Good job," the old police chief, Hampton came up behind and patted him on the shoulder."Yeah, thanks," Wade watched as the forensics and police covered the scene. Even though he found what his father demanded, the killer was still on the loose. Wade still didn't feel at ease or satisfied as if something was wrong. He wonder what his father will do after the secret behind Edward Mattson was revealed. That afternoon, Wade went back to the house. He rang the doorbell.The butler greeted him warmly, smiling brightly, his grey hair reflecting under the sunlight."Where's my dad?" "In the study room. He's been quiet the whole day. Let me prepare some food for you. You haven't been back