Chapter 11 Wanting to touch his tattoo

Wade quickly pulled his hand away from him and sipped his coffee, no longer sparing Luciano a glance. 

Damnit! What is wrong with me?! Why did I... I almost do such a thing?! Wade scolded himself. 

What the fuck was he thinking when he looked into Vincenzo's eyes just now? Hell no, Vincenzo will be the last one on earth he'll ever think of bedding. 

How could he feel that way towards him? He was a man for god's sake! 

While Wade was battling with his mind, Vincenzo sneaked a glance at him, amusement in his eyes. 

"You still haven't answered my question," Vincenzo said. 

Wade took a deep breath and exhaled. "Why are you interested in my answer? I just want to bring justice to his family since they pleaded to me," 

"Justice..." Vincenzo scoffed at the word. "Do you really believe in justice?"

"Of course! One day, Luciano, I'm going to burst your ass and kick it to jail," Wade said. 

"Then I'll be waiting for you to burst my ass, Wade," Vincenzo tilted his head to one side, his neck and tattoo showing. 

Wade turned away from him and focused his gaze back to his cup. 

"Is an empty cup more interesting than me?" Vincenzo said pointedly. 

That was when Wade looked down and saw that he had drunk his coffee up. Geez, he must have been so preoccupied by Luciano that he gulped everything down. 

"Staring at empty cups helps me to think better," Wade told him.

Vincenzo chuckled, flexing his hand. 

"Excuse me, you couldn't be interested in-"

"In you?" Vincenzo finished the sentence for him. "I am interested in you," he admitted it blatantly. 

Wade's face flushed a little. Damnit! He opened his mouth to say something but Vincenzo beat him to it. 

"I'm interested in anything that's new and fun to me. You, Wade, are a fun and interesting person. I like you," 

It sounded like some kind of love confession or a high school girl confessing her love to her crush. However, Wade didn't fall for it easily. Nevertheless, it didn't stop his heart from accelerating. 

The files said that Vincenzo Luciano was a psychopath with mental illness and likes to prey on people. This could be one of it. 

"Well, I don't like you," Wade said. 

"Sir, what would you like to drink?" The waitress fidgeted with the notepad like a teenage girl. 

Their conversation was interrupted by the same waitress who blushed when Vincenzo walked in. 

Vincenzo didn't need to call for service because the waitress from earlier was standing by the side, ready to take his order. Her eyes never leave him for a second. She also glanced at Wade, eyeing him from head to toe. 

Two handsome men! What a wonderful day! She was in luck today!

Her eyes greedily looked at him, all the while acting shy with flushed cheeks when Vincenzo made eye contact with her. 

"Black coffee, no sugar," Vincenzo's voice was pleasantly husky. It was obvious that the girl was affected very much by that charming voice, just as Wade was but he kept himself under better control. He didn't spare Vincenzo a glance. 

"Right away, s...sir," she stuttered and hurried off to the kitchen. 

"Stop flirting in front of me. If you want to bang her, do it in the storeroom, will you?"Wade said, annoyed. Seriously, why was he getting annoyed because of this? Wade didn't know what in the world was he upset with. 

"What's wrong with me flirting with pretty girls? It doesn't concern you. Unless you're my boyfriend," Vincenzo said.

Wade almost choked on his saliva. Boyfriend??!! Luciano flirted with men and women?! Is he bisexual?! Wade asserted him, wide-eyed. 

"God, I thought it was a taboo in Mafia gangs to like someone of the same sex orientation," 

"Well, I like my grandfather and he's a man,"

"Damn, you are a jerk. Don't twist and turn my words. You're annoying," Wade shook his head. 

Vincenzo laughed. A hearty laughter that somehow lifted Wade's mood.

He couldn't help but sneak a look at the Mafia King who laughed, Adam apple bobbing slightly, the tattoo on his neck moving along. 

"Fine. I can arrange for Alvin Martinez to talk with you. But I don't do favours for free," Vincenzo propped his chin up on his palm, staring at Wade with a very charming smile.

"What do you want in return? I have to see if it's something ridiculous or wicked as you are," Wade said, all the while trying not to look at his neck and lips. 

"I'll let you know when the time comes. Don't worry. I won't ask you to jump into the ocean or kill someone, neither will I ask you to do something against your morals. Fair?" 

"Alright," Wade received a text message from Mark who reminded him to meet the contact on the rooftop tonight. 

"I've got to go," Wade slid off the stool and headed to the door. 

"I'll see you around," Vincenzo had a faint smirk dancing on his lips. 

Wade didn't reply, pulling the door open and getting into his car. Vincenzo watched him, his eyes never leaving the sight of the man until he was out of sight. 

Vincenzo flexed his empty hand once again, missing the feeling of Wade's hand in his. 

A man dressed in black walked into the café and went up to Vincenzo. 

"Boss, there's someone who wants to see you," 

"Who?" 

"Your sister," the assistant replied. The assistant glanced discreetly at him, noticing that he was in a good mood. 

Upon hearing that it was his sister, his good mood was smashed to pieces. Vincenzo scoffed. The assistant felt a little sorry for breaking the boss' mood, he scooted back slowly. 

Dealing with family matters was very troublesome. All wanted to curry favour with him and get power and money. 

What does his sister want now?

At 11.55 pm, Wade stood on the rooftop. The contact never mentioned which rooftop it was but based on the clues that Mark's gotten, it should have been the highest rooftop in the area.