Chapter 17 Accompany me

What was going on? Vincenzo wasn't here yet he kept thinking about him, especially the way he touched him earlier.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Wade cursed and puffed out angry air. He wanted to punch himself to get the ridiculous thought out of his head. 

"Are you okay?" Alvin glanced at him questioningly. The man seated in front of him him was acting strange and muttering some words to himself. 

"What? No, yeah, I'm fine," Wade shook it off with a smile. "Uh, so, um.. back to the question. What's your relationship with Edward Mattson? Why were the two of you in contact? You do know who he is, right?" 

"The billionaire businessman who deals with technology and weapons," To be honest, Alvin didn't know if he should be saying this or not, but Vincenzo didn't tell him to lie. So he answered as honestly as he could. 

When it comes to weapons and businessman being spotted with a top Mafia member, Wade could guess how Edward Mattson got his extra pocket money from. 

"I've seen him that night. He approached me and wanted to talk about some business proposal. Said needed my help to push it forward so that boss will approve of it. All we talked about was the proposal, told him can't make decisions and I'll get back to him soon. Then I left. Monty can testify for me because the boss called for me," Alvin said. 

Wade had gotten what he wanted. He thanked Alvin professionally and stood up. 

"Sure. Anytime," Alvin replied. 

Just as Wade was about to turn the doorknob, he stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder. "Hey, um... You and Vincenzo are close, right? Do you know if he has.. I dunno a habit of biting things?" 

"Biting things?" Alvin repeated. 

"Yeah, like fleshy meaty kind of stuff. Don't get me wrong. I heard some rumours that said he's a full fledged psychopath who eats raw meat," Wade realized how ambiguous his words may have sounded so he quickly changed it. 

Actually Wade wanted to ask if Vincenzo had a habit of bitting his partners in bed. Poor Wade's neck and collarbone had been bitten and marked as if he was some food for the alpha.

"Uh. No. Not that I know of any. Maybe you can ask him yourself. We are strictly business," Alvin said. 

What kind of question was this? Alvin looked dumbfounded. 

"Yeah, right. Thanks again," Wade said and left, walking out of the office. 

Alvin glanced at his watch and strode out the doors, pausing to pull the door on the left roughly. Maya who had been eavesdropping stumbled out from behind the door. 

She chuckled nervously, waving, "I..I was just passing by and accidentally heard it all," 

"Don't do that. It could have cost you your life," Alvin reprimanded her, giving her a stern look.

"Sorry, sir. Curiousity got the worst of me," Maya apologized and gazed at the ground, looking guilty, trying to hide a smile. 

"What are you smiling about?" Alvin asked. 

"Sir Martinez, did you not notice that man just now? I saw that the boss treated him specially. 

"How so?" Alvin had a surprised expression. 

"He asked him to have breakfast with him, in private," Maya said in a half whisper. "You know that the boss never have breakfast with anyone. He's usually all alone. This is a first. Are you suspecting the same thing as I am?" 

"Young lady, better keep your mouth to yourself. You could get yourself in terrible trouble," he pointed at her mouth and she quickly covered it with her hand, hiding her mischievous smile. 

Although Alvin Martinez was a scary and fearsome figure in the Mafia, Maya wasn't afraid of him. After getting to know him and the other side of him, she started to make small conversation with him. 

"Sir Martinez, do you think that boss is..." 

"Don't say anything. Keep your gossiping mouth to yourself," Alvin said and left. 

"Don't worry, sir," Maya nodded. Then she went to see what Wade was doing. 

Wade wandered around the large mansion. A painting caught his attention. He walked up to it, eyes scanning over it. This must have cost millions. Rich bastard, Wade snorted. 

When he comes here again, he'll definitely find some dirt on Vincenzo and expose him. No, he will never come here or see him again. They won't cross paths either, Wade told himself. They will only see each other in jail or in some fight to take one another down. That was the vision Wade had in his mind. 

He wondered how long was he going to stay here. He only had less than 24 hours to seal the case yet he can't find Mattson anywhere. He blamed it on the inability to move freely. 

"Fantastic art," Vincenzo appeared beside him. 

Damn the guy. He didn't even hear his footsteps. 

"The art sucks," Wade put on a nonchalant expression.

"This case seems important to you. My people are everywhere. Finding him won't be a problem,"

"I can find him myself. I don't need your help. I need to do this myself," he told Vincenzo with a manner of seriousness. 

"You want to leave?"

"Of course! Am I stupid to stay near a wolf with teeth?"

"You can leave but you need to..." Vincenzo's words trailed off.

"Need what? Don't leave your words hanging just to add suspense!" Wade said, annoyed. Recently he had been getting short tempered easily. Wade didn't know why he lost his temper so easily, especially when he was around this freaking bastard. 

"Please me," he said. 

"Please you? Like what happened earlier? Vincenzo, I'm not interested in you," 

Vincenzo twitched slightly. "What makes you think I'm interested in you? I was just playing with you. It's funny to see how you react when I squeeze your nipples," 

Wade's face flushed red. "Shut your fucking mouth up, Vincenzo," 

He was right; Vincenzo only wanted to treat him like a toy, to shame and embarrass him. 

"There are many ways to please me,"

"Oh, don't get started. I wished to annoy you," 

"Accompany me," Vincenzo looked serious. 

"What? Accompany you then you'll let me leave? What makes you think I can't get out of here on my own?"