Chapter 18 Furious over that kiss

"That's a good question," Vincenzo smiled at him. 

"You're gonna regret this," Wade smiled back at him, the corners of his lips curved.

"Then let's play a game instead of accompanying me. If you can win, you can go. But if you lose, you'll have to stay. Sounds fair?" 

Wade was still furious over the kiss and groping during breakfast. So this time he was determine to be winner and get the fuck out of this fucked up place. He couldn't wait to rub his victory in Vincenzo's shitty face. 

"Fine," he agreed. "What type of game? Truth or dare? Snooker? Race? Who pulls the gun and shoots the other dead first?"

"Those games are too lame," Vincenzo said.

"How about this? I'll set the rules," Wade suggested slyly. If he lets Vincenzo set it, he knew that Vincenzo would make things hard and play tricks. 

This time, he will make sure he has the upper hand. "So what do you say? Sounds fair?" Wade's lips spreaded into a smile.

"Fair enough," Vincenzo resist the urge to kiss that fucking dimple off his face. 

Wade would have loved to start a duel with him but it was a pity that his thigh reminded him not to act rashly. Every now and then, there would be a dull throbbing pain in his leg. 

His thigh stung a little from the bullet hole. He can't go far and neither can he run out of here. Nevertheless he was still determined to get the fuck out of this creepy bastard's place. 

How can he defeat Vincenzo? The motherfucker was bigger than him, no doubt his strength too, and he was an expert marksman too. Wade thought for a while before an idea suddenly came to him. 

"Sing a song. If it sounds melodious, you win," He casted a side glance at Vincenzo.

"A song?" It was obvious that Vincenzo didn't expect that. He gawked at Wade like he was playing the fool with him. 

"What? I can sing and I'm not joking. Refuse, you lose," Wade suppressed a smile as he watched Vincenzo frowned. "Don't forget, you said I could set the rules,"

Wade could sing well. He used to sing for the school's choir which was why he was confident of his voice. 

"Fine," Vincenzo didn't argue with him, knowing that he had fallen into Wade's trap. 

Vincenzo took a deep breath. Wade almost laughed at his serious face. Then Vincenzo's lips parted as a tune filled the air. 

That tune sounds a little familiar. Wade was surprised but his face revealed no hints. Where had he heard it before? However, it was off key and out of tune. 

"Okay. Stop! It's horrible, Vincenzo," Wade exaggerated to insult him on purpose, using his hands to cover his ears. 

He was surprised to see the sorry look on Vincenzo's face. 

"Then you sing?" Vincenzo looked innocent at this point. 

"Watch me," he proudly said. As Wade cleared his throat and sang the song, Vincenzo froze, something flickered across his pupils. His eyes never left Wade for one second until the song was over.

"How's that?" Wade was smug. 

Vincenzo stared at Wade. Wade returned his stare. 

"You can go," 

"Really?" Wade looked him up and down to see if he was joking or not. 

"You won," 

"You won't stop me?" 

"No one will dare to touch you without my permission," Vincenzo's eyes burnt fiercely. 

Wade didn't know why but he felt his stomach tightening, feeling a strange sense of assurance from his words. 

"Okay," Wade breathed out, turned and walked towards the door with caution. He didn't glance over his shoulders but he could feel Vincenzo's gaze burning his back.

Vincenzo didn't want this. He didn't want to get too close to this police chief. Yet his body and mind was telling him the opposite. He told himself that he would just say Hi and make sure Wade was doing fine. That fucking bullet hole in his leg must have been painful for him. 

Then he will leave or send him back, and have nothing to do with this cop. He didn't need to kill this young police chief whose position had no threats to him or the Mafia. It was just a passing thought that he would get over it. He didn't know what got over him when he saved Wade and brought him home. Yes, to one of his mansions he owned where he lived and worked. What was even more fucked up was that his people saw him personally carried Wade into his own room and cleaned the wound up. Yeah, he didn't trust anyone until the doctor arrived. 

Soon, there would be shitty rumours and gossip about this. They would be making rounds round the gang and Vincenzo didn't want any shit on his position, not especially when his half siblings were vying for his position. 

Make a mistake, they get shit on you, then BAAM, you're dead. Vincenzo knew the rules but because of this cop, he broke it. 

He knew that he was a fucking cop the moment he walked into the nightclub. But he wanted to play and screw around with him. 

But who would know that he would have a strong desire to see him again and again? Ever since their first meeting passed, Vincenzo crave to look into his eyes again, hear his voice and laughter. 

Wade made him feel energised in strange ways he never realized. Which was why he wanted to talk to him, joke with him, watch him smile and talk crappy shit back to 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.

In the end, Wade walked out through the front door. The guards didn't stop him as he passed them, caution in his steps. Vincenzo did keep his word. 

Wade thought back about how he won. Vincenzo... The way he looked at him... It looked as if…

Wade didn't know how to put it into words. Reluctance? Regret? Guilt?