Chapter 14 Eat you up for breakfast

Wade didn't know how long he had been asleep, he blinked and his eyes opened. He was in a room, his thigh was bandaged. A faint red patch could be seen underneath the white bandages. Sunlight poured into the room from the windows, illuminating his surroundings.

The room he was in seemed like a house or a VVIP hospital ward. He sprang up from his bed and looked left and right. 

You're up," a low deadpan voice said next to his ear.

"Ahh! Shit! You scared me! Y-you!" Wade had a hand over his chest dramatically as he looked in surprise at the man.

Vincenzo was seated by his bedside, with what seemed like a half smile half smirk on his face. He chuckled.

"Breakfast is over there. Wash up carefully and eat," Vincenzo said and stood up. His suit was crumpled more than usual and his sexy reddish brown hair was slightly out of place. In one word, he looked tired as if he didn't sleep for the night.

Wade observed his surroundings, noticing no guns or dangerous weapons and no prison bars. He must have been locked in a luxurious prison by this bastard, he thought. 

"Where am I and... breakfast? Are you that kind? I think you must have added a special spice named poison," Wade said sarcastically. He gazed at Vincenzo, 

"Welcome to hell, Wade," Vincenzo gestured to the room, watching with amusement as Wade's eyes widened.

"Poison? Do you dare to eat it then?" Vincenzo had a sly smile on his face, taking joy in watching the young police chief stare cautiously at the table laden with food. 

"Of course I dare. What's there to be afraid of? When the time comes, I'll bring you down with me," he resumed his playful way of speaking and smiled charmingly at Vincenzo. At the same time, he noticed Vincenzo's hand was wrapped in a bandage. 

Did something happen when he blacked out? Then he remembered the contents of what unfolded last night and sprang off the bed.

"Wait, you saved me? You stayed up all night and tended to my wound?" 

"Don't be ridiculous. I rather break your leg than fix it," Vincenzo was at the door, turning the knob.

"Then why aren't you breaking it?" He asked. 

He watched as Vincenzo turned around, strode past him, grabbed the tray off the table and turned back towards the door. 

"What are you doing? Isn't that my breakfast?" Wade asked, dumfounded.

"Who made it for you? Where did it come from? And on whose money? So how is it yours?" Vincenzo scoffed and opened the door with one hand.

Wade had to admit that the Mafia King looked kinda silly as he balanced the tray in one hand while the other fumbled with the door knob.

"I've changed my mind. Have breakfast with me,"

"W-what?" Wade glanced at him, askance.

From his tone, it was more of a command than a request. 

Have breakfast with the world's most wanted man? How very exciting, Wade thought.

"Sure," Wade himself didn't know what tricks he was playing. What the hell Vincenzo Luciano was up to? Kill him? Steal something from him? But he had nothing valuable. 

Trick and use him for some purpose? Was that even possible? Oh, frame him? That seemed the most likely. With a psychopath like him sitting opposite him, it was normal for people like him to take joy in other people's plight. 

Wade washed up, striding towards the bathroom. He nearly tripped over the carpet when he came face to face with the shiny tiles. 

Holy shit! The bathroom was more luxurious than any he had seen before! Mafias were surely rich from making money doing illegal activities that the FBI couldn't trace.

Next he went to the walk-in closet where he found multiple clothes and suits in there. He tested one on, it was just the right size. All the clothes here were his size, the shoes too. Did Vincenzo measure his size even though he was unconscious? Creepy.

Wade realized that he has been calling him by his first name instead of his last name like when they first met.

"Vincenzo," Wade sounded the name off his lips. 

There was a sexy edge to it. Italian or Spanish, Wade found himself liking the name more and more. He thought about Vincenzo's origins and background. Not much was found in the files about his background or history. All he knew was that the Lucianos have been expanding their business in the country since the 70s.

"Sir," A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. 

"The boss wants you to have breakfast with him," 

"Alright," Wade pulled open the door and glanced at the girl in front of him. 

She bowed slightly to him. The girl had short curly hair, brown eyes and wore a maid uniform. 

"This way to the dining room, please," she led him down the confusing twist and turns of halls, passed some paintings hanging on the wall that looked like antiques stolen from the museum, a marble spiral staircase, and finally they stood in front of two large double doors. 

Wade began to wonder where the hell he was. 

The other maids pass by Wade and eyed him by the corner of their eyes. Two servants who looked like bodyguards at the same time, pushed open the large double doors for Wade. The first thing he saw when he walked in was Vincenzo Luciano, wiping his utensils on a paper napkin. 

The shiny silver utensils reflected onto Wade's body. 

"Looks like you're gonna murder someone with your knife and fork," Wade retorted. 

The maid from earlier was astonished at the way he spoke but she kept her mouth shut and expression neutral. How could he talk to the fearsome boss in that tone? And what was that look on the boss' face? He didn't seem angry and neither was he emitting a murderous aura. 

"And eat you up for breakfast? That would be delicious," Vincenzo smiled.