Chapter 13 The boss carries a man

A knife danced between his fingers as Vincenzo played with it casually, casting a bored glance at his desk. 

Honestly his sister was a pain in the ass. All she wanted was his attention because some guy she was chasing was afraid of her. Who wouldn't? They were all part of the infamous Luciano family, a crime family that kills and do dangerous things for a living, the family behind one of the largest gangs in the world. 

The guy was just some hot dude she met at one of their family owned clubs. He saw the guy's picture and wondered how she found him attractive. Nothing about the guy seems attractive to him, apart from the fact that he had a beautiful muscular body and greyish blue eyes. He had to listen to her whining and complaining before Alvin called for an emergency.

Nothing of the guy she was crushing on could compare to him. It has been only 24 hours yet he couldn't get that face out of his head. That police officer's face kept appearing in front of him whether he shut his eyes or not. And his pink damn lips, and seemingly harmless blue eyes, Vincenzo felt a sudden urge to see him again. 

But he told himself that he won't get involved with him, not ever since knowing that he became an officer, his mutual enemy who stood on the opposite side of law. 

He was only curious and wanted to test him when they met again after ten years. As expected, the other man didn't recognize him. The boy had grown up to become a man, a man who would catch him and maybe even try to kill him.

In ten years time, the boy who saved his life back then had grown up to become the one who would hurt him the most.

"Boss, it's time," Alvin Martinez walked into the room. "On the rooftop," 

"Hmm...,"

They got into a car as black as night and sped off towards the highest building in the city. Thirty minutes later, they arrived at the entrance of the building. 

"Chopper or....?" He asked tacitly. 

"Elevator," Vincenzo said, voice low.

"Right. A chopper would reveal ourselves," Alvin nodded. 

The fifteen minute ride to the highest floor was filled with silence. Alvin glanced from the corner of his eyes at his boss. Since young, the both of them had never spoken much to each other apart from work related matters. At some point, Alvin wished that they were closer to each other, perhaps like brothers then he would have another friend to talk to. The atmosphere felt awkward and stuff for Alvin. 

To reach the rooftop, they have to take three flights of stairs. As soon as they reached the top, their ears were greeted by the sound of bullets bouncing off metal. 

Vincenzo rushed up the remaining stairs, two at a time and cautiously opened the door. A gush of wind greeted him as well as the sight of the person who has been appearing in his head.

The reason why they were here was because one of their reconnaissance drones picked up the track of one of Gordon's men. If they could find his men and torture him, they could get ahold of his location. 

But who would have expected him to meet Wade who was injured? 

Vincenzo pulled out his gun, fired a good two shots, killing and injuring the person who hurted Wade. 

He made a run, a dash, leaping over the metal rail that blocked his way and reached out his arm. 

He quickly caught the young police chief by the waist, almost mesmerized by his misty blue pupils, and the wet pink lips that his eyes seemed charmed to.

His lips moved, incorrigible but Vincenzo thought he heard him say his name, his surname to be exact. 

"I'm here," Vincenzo murmured softly, pushing away stray hair from his sweaty forehead. 

"Chase," he said coldly to the man behind him. 

"Aye," Alvin ran after the injured shooter who limped down the stairs and onto the fire escape, a bloody trail evidence of his route.

On the way, he was wondering who was the man the boss held in his arms. The way he carefully hugged his waist, touched him and looked at him... Alvin couldn't tell what it was exactly but Vincenzo just seemed... So different? 

For a second, Alvin thought he saw Vincenzo looking soft and gentle at the man. 

The shooter reached the bottom, limping all the way to a car. Alvin pulled his gun out and fired at the car, missing the man but hitting the tyres and leaving him no route to escape to. 

"Motherfucker!" The shooter cursed, holding his injured leg and pointed his gun at Alvin. 

Alvin ducked behind the old rusty mailbox just as the man fired. He plucked a smoke pellet from his waistband and tossed it at him. 

"Aahhh! Shit!" He cursed and fire until his gun was empty. 

Alvin ran out from behind the mailbox, snatching the opportunity to capture him when something, like an arrow shot passed his nose. It hit the shooter in the head, sending him crashing to the ground with blood pouring out from his head.

Alvin looked up at the direction from where that shot came from. 

Someone had silenced him. He hid behind the mailbox until he was sure that whoever killed the shooter was gone. Then he came out and checked the body, pulling the mask down to his chin.

Some unknown dude. He will have to ask Jackson to do facial recognition. He examined the bullet in his skull, small, fatal and modified. It wasn't a normal bullet that could be bought in the market. Precisely, Alvin thought that this looked like one of their cargo that contained magazines that was stolen recently. 

"Fuck, our guns and ammo are being sold to someone who's attacking us," Alvin cursed under his breath. He turned back to where he left Vincenzo. To his surprise, his boss was carrying the man. 

Vincenzo Luciano never carries anyone, not even a woman, Alvin said inwardly.