"Must be the work of some criminal. Look at the multiple bullet holes in his body. Someone must have been real angry with him," Mark shook his head. The docks have been cordoned off with police swarming the area. The manager and the workers were taken into custody and interrogated. "Well, you found him. Good job," the old police chief, Hampton came up behind and patted him on the shoulder."Yeah, thanks," Wade watched as the forensics and police covered the scene. Even though he found what his father demanded, the killer was still on the loose. Wade still didn't feel at ease or satisfied as if something was wrong. He wonder what his father will do after the secret behind Edward Mattson was revealed. That afternoon, Wade went back to the house. He rang the doorbell.The butler greeted him warmly, smiling brightly, his grey hair reflecting under the sunlight."Where's my dad?" "In the study room. He's been quiet the whole day. Let me prepare some food for you. You haven't been back
Wade's senses were suddenly filled with a familiar scent of sandalwood and earthly perfume. He looked up and saw him again. Jesus, why the fuck is he hallucinating about Vincenzo over and over again? What has been wrong with him recently? Okay, so yeah, Vincenzo was sexy. He kinda admitted that he was attracted to him, but only because he was mysterious to him and he was just trying to do his fucking job. However, the man in front of him wasn't a figment of his hallucination. Vincenzo looked at Wade who had been staring at him continuously. He sniffed the alcohol from Wade's breath and frowned, catching a glimpse at the line of whiskey bottles near him. "You're drunk," Vincenzo said. "Hahaha. My imagination is talking to me. Oh god," Wade laughed. It was an oddly pleasant sound to Vincenzo's ears. Vincenzo reached down and pinched Wade's chin, forcing him to look in his eyes. "You think I'm your imagination?" Vincenzo raised an eyebrow, studying him. Wade's cheeks were flushed
Wade's stomach tensed, gasping and whimpering lightly. Vincenzo had never expected that he would actually fuck the cop who wanted to put him behind bars. He inserted a fourth finger into Wade's tight hole, applying pressure on his prostate, caressing it lightly before he pulled out. He repeated the motion over and over again, until Wade became impatient. "Please..." Wade's voice was low and needy. His head was foggy and all he could think about was the pleasure, that oddly pleasant feeling.However, Vincenzo had other ideas. He wanted to hear him beg, to see him break under him and admit that he liked it when he fucked him. He smirked, watching in amusement as the cop was reduced to nothing but a desperate needy man. "You're really fucking tight. Haven't done it in a while, huh?" He didn't want Wade to cum so fast so he pulled his fingers out of his hole, inserting them at the entrance only, watching Wade's back muscle tensed. Wade's hole clenched around his fingers desperately. H
Sunlight poured into the room, assaulting him from above. "What the fuck?" Wade groaned and wiped the sleep out of his eyes. Where in the world was he? He looked around the place, sat up and proceeded to get off the unknown bed. A sudden full pain shot through his body and Wade hissed. "Fuck, this..." He found his ass sore and when he looked between his thighs, he had the shock of his life!"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What the..." Wade couldn't stop cursing. He sprang off the bed and rushed to a mirror. There were teeth marks trailing along his inner thighs. All over his body, neck, shoulders and even his back, it was littered with hickies and marks, evidence of last night's wildness. Suddenly the events from yesterday came rushing back to his head. How he took Vincenzo's cock into his mouth and how he begged him to fuck him. Wade really wanted to punch a hole in the ground and hide his head. He actually kissed and fucked Vincenzo Luciano?! Damnit! How could he do such a thing?! He just fu
"Get the fuck out of my head!" Wade yelled."Excuse me?" The waiter looked at him, wide-eyed."Nothing. Having a bad day," Wade gave a weak smile and took out his phone.He saw he had a new text message from an unsaved contact.He tapped it open and read it.I have photos of you last night .Wade's eyes almost popped out as he yelled. What the fuck!?Last night? He and Vincenzo... His face burned red and he slammed a fist on the table.Damn you, Vincenzo! The only one able to take photos of him was the Mafia King himself. He was trying to blackmail him!Wade typed back, tapping furiously onto the screen.Where the fuck are you and what do you want?To see you.A reply came alm
"Eat first," Vincenzo said. He watched Wade eat the tarts and pastries. He didn't know that watching him eat could make his heart flutter like this. "Why are you looking at me?" Wade glared at him. Is there something on my face?" "There is,""You're pulling my leg," Wade said, thinking that he knew what Vincenzo was up to. However in the next second, Vincenzo's hand was close to his face. Wade moved back, his heart slamming in his chest as he tried to avoid him. "Don't move," Vincenzo said in a deep frightening voice. Wade froze. What the fuck was he up to? He looked straight into his eyes, mesmerized by the misty clear pupils that were gazing back at him. Vincenzo wiped his cheek, his fingers brushing gently against it. "See? Cream," Vincenzo lifted his finger to his face, showing proof that he was helping to wipe the cream away. Wade shuddered, strange electricity coursing through his body. He quickly pulled his gaze away from Vincenzo, afraid that he would fall deeper into
Vincenzo stood up to his full height and towered over Wade. "I didn't kill him," he said, gazing into his blue eyes. Silence erupted between them. It was broken by the ringing of the phone. Mark was calling him. Somehow, he believed Vincenzo. He didn't know why, but he felt it. Oh great, now he was starting to believe in criminals. "I need to go. Thanks... Uh... for the breakfast," Wade uttered.He felt like it was rude of him to just walk off without thanking him for the meal. Vincenzo watched Wade leave, staring at his firm ass with a smirk."What's up, Mark?" "Another case. Dead. Shot three times. The body's in the morgue," Mark said."These are the bullets found at the crime scene," Jenna showed him pictures of the bullets. Wade's eyes froze and he stiffened. Those were the same bullets as the one that killed Edward Mattson. They didn't get to do a proper autopsy on Edward Mattson because the higher ups took away his body and God knows where they buried it. "These seem like
"Why are you laughing? Shut up, asshole," Wade snapped."Don't worry," Vincenzo approached Wade, closing the distance between them. Wade moved backwards cautiously, eyes hazy and gazing up at him."What do y..you want?""I won't fuck you until you come to your senses. As much as I would like to see my cum spilling out of your tight ass, I rather you to be sober. That way, you can't deny that you like me in you, touching and fucking you no one can," Vincenzo's voice was low and husky, his warm breath tickling Wade's cheeks. Hearing the dirty words spoken to his ears, Wade shut his eyes, trying to squeeze out all the indecent thoughts he had been thinking about the past few days. He can't, he shouldn't, he wouldn't. But Vincenzo was pushing him to the edge, forcing him with that overwhelming scent of his. His stupid cologne that probably cost millions. Vincenzo caressed Wade's cheeks, his fingers trailed down to his neck where he found himself stroking it, forcing himself not to kiss
Wade lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Sunlight bathed the room through the windows. He got up and stalked over to pull the curtains shut, then threw himself back into bed. He glanced to his side and saw that Vincenzo was still asleep. After their intense fuck session the night before, they were both exhausted and had slept like logs. He thought about what had happened between them, how they had almost gotten into an argument that ended in angry sex.Perhaps Vincenzo was right. Thinking about the two people who had betrayed him, Wade began to reflect on his own life. No one was truly clean or pure. Everyone had scars and stains. Even he himself was riddled with them. What should he do? All his walls had been knocked down by Vincenzo.Lying in bed, breathing in the faint rustic scent of Vincenzo’s cologne, was one of the best things to wake up to. Wade turned and slowly wrapped his arms around Vincenzo. His eyes fell on the tattoos co
"Kidnapping a family member works best. Weaknesses. That's how we make our enemies fall to their knees and beg for mercy. We can't have something to lose if we want to stand in this position. The higher you are, the harder the fall," Vincenzo said, gesturing around himself.Wade didn’t like the truth of it. No wonder they were called monsters, devils, and heartless creatures."You're breaking families apart. I will never agree to that. What about Anna? Can't you let Anna and her kids go? Gordon's the one guilty, not them.""You're too softhearted, Wade. I used to think you were hardhearted when you rejected me and hid your feelings for me," Vincenzo brushed Wade’s cheeks gently with the back of his fingers."Everyone has a weakness, something or someone they're afraid to lose. I'm sure you don't have one, or you wouldn't be saying such things," Wade said. He turned and was about to leave
"Gordon, I want you to honestly answer all my questions," Wade said.Gordon's gaze searched Wade's, and then he nodded.Currently, they were seated in a rather empty room across from each other. Gordon had cleaned up; his hands and knuckles were bandaged, and there were a few plasters stuck across his face. Marianna had done a great job patching him up. Wade was grateful that Vincenzo hadn’t broken his skull."Ask away. As long as my kids and wife are safe," Gordon leaned back, relaxing a bit. Perhaps he saw that Wade didn’t have violence and bloodlust written in his eyes."I know that Bennett is working with Dominic Luciano. Dominic offered him something. He said 'benefits.' I want to know what those benefits are," Wade got straight to the point.As they spoke, Bennett was still in the office, conjuring who knows what kind of shady story about him. A day in the offic
Betraying the gang was a sin. The sinner would be scorned and detested by all members, beaten up, stabbed to death, smashed till the organs and face are unrecognizable. Not only that, their children and wives would be killed too to eliminate any chances of revenge their offspring might take.The rules were created by Dario Luciano, Vincenzo's grandfather. That's how the Lucianos commanded respect and order in the world of crime. Their path in the underworld was filled with blood, sweat and tears, built upon loyalty and trust."Take it out on me, Vincenzo. This is all my fault! It has nothing to do with my wife and children! Please..." Gordon swallowed, his heart in his throat, "Let them go. I understand those rules. I'm willing to do anything to repent but my kids and wife are innocent. They don't know! They don't know a single fucking thing about my job or what I do!"When Anna found out that Gordon was with the Mafia,
"Would you sleep with someone else? I thought you said that I am yours and you are mine. Besides, would you do women? Not one woman has been seen beside you," Wade snickered, as if he had something against Vincenzo."Fuck, how did you know?" Vincenzo was surprised by Wade's ability to see the truth."I'm a fucking cop, remember? I’ve got qualifications," Wade rolled his eyes."Qualifications to be mine," Vincenzo growled. That sound made Wade's heart skip a beat and race.Vincenzo liked how possessive Wade was getting over him, how he called him his.---"He's here. And he's demanded that we return Anna and the kids," Monty said."Did you really take his kids?"Vincenzo gave him a look. "Kids? My father may not have set this rule, but I remember I did. No hurting kids. Adults only.""Yeah, yeah. I get it. You're not your father.""Then where are they?""Yeah, where are they?" Vincenzo gave him a dumbfounded expression. But deep down, he knew where the kids were."What do you mean?" Ma
"Better shut the fuck up before my bullet enters your mouth," Vincenzo warned. Then he nodded to Alvin. Alvin nodded hack, turned and left in the car. "These two understand each other without saying anything. Sigh... Though they act like they were strangers," Marcello muttered. "Get to work," he pushed Marcello forward, urging him. Marcello began to pick the lock, pulling out a mini lock-picking kit. Vincenzo pressed a button on his watch, jamming all the cameras. One glance and they knew that Anna's little house was filled with cameras and security locks. "What with this woman? Is she hiding some kind of treasure in here?" Marcello grumbled. "We'll know once we enter," Vincenzo gave him a pat on the shoulder. Finally, the locks were open. Marcello would have loved to smash the windows and climb in, enjoying the crunch of broken glasses underneath his shoes. But he can't do that. They weren't here to attract attention to themselves. "Gordon could be working with Dominic," Marce
Vincenzo wanted to be the only one who claimed Wade as his, including his tongue. He was jealous over that mention of a tongue? Possessive bastard, Wade thought."Why don't you work as an FBI agent? With your qualifications, I'm sure you'll be able to enroll. The salary is higher too. You won't have to suffer.""Wait, work as an FBI agent? Won't I be catching your ass every day?""A crooked one," Vincenzo suggested with a naughty smirk."Oh god, just how dangerous is that?" Wade groaned. He knew what Vincenzo was up to. Instead of catching him or fighting him, Vincenzo was probably going to flirt or fuck him to death."I'm not taking your suggestions. You're such a bad influence," Wade harrumphed. "How's your arm?""Getting better. As long as you kiss me.""Don't start. I know your tricks.""I got you a little gift," Vincenzo said, pushing a box across the table. Then he sipped his wine, casting a sidelong glance at Wade."What's this? Another prank?" Wade looked at him suspiciously.
Wade's ears burned at those words. "Fuck, I've never been to one of those. I don't dare to step into one either. You seemed... like you've gone there before,"He pictured Vincenzo walking into a sex toy shop with someone else. A wave of jealousy washed over him. "Of course. I pictured buying those toys and sticking them into your tight ass, and a plug to keep my cum into your tight hole,"Wade's cheeks burned even more. His cock was starting to get hard just from hearing those dirty words. They walked into a sex shop. Wade didn't want to be seen together with Vincenzo, feeling shy all of a sudden. What the hell was he doing here anyway? He never sets foot into something as ridiculous as this. A woman in a black and white uniform walked up to them. "Hello! How can I help you and your....?" She peered behind Vincenzo's back. If he wasn't in public, Vincenzo would have jutted a knife in her neck for looking at his boyfriend. But he had to put on a nice expression in public. "We'll ta
Wade came home, carrying a few bags of groceries. He dumped everything into the fridge and went to search for Vincenzo."Hey, I’m going to cook dinner. Don’t blame me if you get diarrhea!" he called.Vincenzo emerged from upstairs, all dressed up in a suit. He fixed his tie and cuffs.Dressed like a businessman, Wade couldn’t keep his eyes off him. Even in proper clothing, Vincenzo was hot as fuck."Let’s skip the cooking. Go on a date,""Well, I’ve never been out on a proper date," Wade said, suddenly feeling nervous."Then it’s a first. Get dressed up. I’m not in the mood for diarrhea tonight,"Wade realized that he didn’t have many clothes. All he had were normal T-shirts and sweaters—nothing attractive or matching with Vincenzo. They were indeed worlds apart.H