"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 then unzipped his pants. All he had to do was fuck Moana and cum in her. All he needed was physical touch, someone to touch his cock like what Vincenzo did, then everything will be okay. Moana shimmered out of her dress and stood bare before him. She looked shyly at him. He kissed her again, and again and again. But that electric feeling wasn't there. Fuck, how can he feel it again?Her body was indeed gorgeous. However, his cock didn't jump and neither did his heart beat faster. He didn't get that feeling, that certain feeling he felt when Vincenzo fucking Luciano touched him, kissed him and looked at him. Moana wrapped her hands around his cock and began to give him a handjob. She teased his balls and gave him a coy smile. "Wade, I want you," she purred. Wade opened his mouth but no words came out. Why was it so hard to tell her that he wanted her as well?Meanwhile, Vincenzo drove up to the house which was filled with laughter and music. He surveyed the area from afar. No W
"Ah-ha! I know that look. You DO have someone on your mind. Quick, tell me. Which lucky girl is it?" Jessica looked eager to dig out information.Wade felt his tongue stiffened. How was he supposed to tell her that the person who was constantly on his mind wasn't a girl? "I..I.. um... Not sure about it yet,"Her face sank. She looked at him like he was an idiot. "Are you kidding me? You're already constantly thinking about her and you say that you're not sure? Wade, honey, let me ask you a few questions. Does your skin heat up whenever she's near?""Um.. yeah," Wade nodded. "Okay. Do you feel your heart race when she touches you and your cock ache to feel her?" "Yes," Wade gulped. It sounded all positive. Jesus fucking Christ. "Have you kissed before?"He nodded. "Have you, you know, fuck her in bed or whatever?" "It's her who takes the initiative," Wade gulped, his chest feeling stuffy. Jessica's eyes widened. "Wow, she must be so energetic. And you done it a few times? Damn,
Vincenzo walked up the stairs, towards Wade, slowly, exuding an imposing aura. Wade didn't reply. He tried his best to mask his feelings, he didn't want to wear them on his face like he fucking every time did, yet he knew that he did. They stood there, unmoving, inches away from each other. It took Wade a lot of self-control to turn his gaze away from Vincenzo. He couldn't look at him any longer. One more minute and he would be doing some shit that he was sure he didn't regret but wanted to regret. After Wade left and slammed the door shut, Vincenzo stood on the staircase in silence. The shadows shrouded him like he belonged, the devil he was, dark and dangerous, wicked and bloodthirsty. He glanced up at Wade's room for some time before he left. The sun poured in through the window, casting fabulous golden rays. Wade glanced at his phone screen. Time to get up and to work. He tip toed cautiously downstairs.After what happened last night, Wade felt like he shouldn't be seeing Vin
The next day, Wade dragged his legs to the kitchen. His ass felt a little sore but not like the first time when Vincenzo penetrated his ass with his cock. He saw a note attached to a magnet on the fridge. Francesca had written a list of things they should do together. He groaned. She was definitely going to boss him around. Great. The thought of spending more time with Vincenzo brought goosebumps to him. That bastard will definitely not make things easy, jumping at him at every chance he gets. Besides, Wade had to check in for work. In the living room, he heard Francesca whining and acting spoilt. "Come on! It's called family bonding time. You never spent any time with me since I returned," Francesca whined. "Do I need to?" Vincenzo replied. "Don't go to the house yet," she was saying when she spotted Wade heading to the door. "Wade, where are you going? It's still early. You haven't eaten breakfast yet,""It's okay. I'm going to work," "Work? Can I come with you then? Vincenzo
"Oh, I fucking dare. How about a fist?" "What?" Wade looked confused. Then he realized where Vincenzo was looking at. He pulled the pillow over his lap, holding it tighter. Fisting? Oh my god! Vincenzo was going to fist his ass?! He never experienced such thing before. Then Vincenzo smirked and turned to Francesca. "Go get me some sauce,""Isn't there enough?" Francesca shot Vincenzo an angry look."There isn't," "Fine. You're so terrible," she grumbled, then got up and went into the kitchen. Wade finally realized why Vincenzo made that excuse. It was so that he could fuck him! "Damn you, aren't you fucking shameless?! I'll going to break that finger if it dares to touch me one more time!" Wade warned. "Dear, if cumming when I touched you isn't-""I am not! I'm straight! That was just an accident, that was because you seduced me!" Wade denied it. He denied that he felt oddly safe and comfortable with him, he denied that whenever Vincenzo fucking touched him, he felt like a stran
Mark thought he saw someone similar to Wade walk around the corner and disappear down an aisle. He followed but there was no one there. He strained his neck, surveying his surroundings when a hand clamped down on his shoulder, making him jump in fright. "Hey, Mark! What's up?" Wade appeared behind him, smiling. "You scared me! Jesus!" Mark calmed down within seconds and replied, "Nothing. Thought I saw you with a girl or something,""Are you kidding me? How could there be a girl? Do I have time for that?" Wade shot him a skeptical look. Mark laughed. "Yeah, you're the workaholic kind of person and you're not the shopping kind. What makes you finally want to dive in for a proper meal? I told you last time it was unhealthy but you didn't give a shit,""Just having a lot of free time lately. How's it going?" Wade made a casual talk with Mark."Like shit and hell mixed together. The old chief is looking for you. Told me to inform you to come tomorrow,""Bennett again. Alright," Wade w
Wade was adamant about opening the door while Vincenzo stopped him. He shot Vincenzo a suspicious look."Hey, Vincenzo! What are you doing?! Are you fucking planning on leaving me out here in the cold?" Francesca pounded on the door, livid."Huh, the young lady out there knows your name. Can I know what's your relationship with her? You didn't leave her out there after fucking her?" Wade tried to sound like he was teasing him but his voice came out more serious than he expected. Shit, why did he care about that?He shouldn't be giving a fuck with whom Vincenzo goes or fucks with. Sensing his questionable gaze, Vincenzo still didn't let him open the door.It wasn't until Wade approached him and pretended to kiss him that Vincenzo lost it. They were too close. Vincenzo could feel the heat rushing through his entire body just as Wade took the initiative. However... Their lips didn't to
"If you're stressed in the future, come to me," Vincenzo said."And what? We talk? You're not my colleague. That's impossible. I'll be revealing police secrets to you. I can't possibly share everything with you,""About your problems, not work," Vincenzo chuckled."Can you fix them? It's useless even if I tell you anyway," Wade laughed like he was making the most ridiculous joke. He would probably wave it off and forget it the next day."Well, can the alcohol fix them?""At least for the night," he shrugged."I can fix them all day and night," Vincenzo bragged.Wade stared at him, taking in his gorgeous face and eyes."How?"Vincenzo walked closer to him until his space was filled with nothing but everything Vincenzo. He occupied his five senses. All he could think about wa
"Remind me again why the heck am I living with a psycho Mafia killer?" Wade took up the offer however hard he tried to make himself reluctant. But he didn't feel like he was reluctant."Maybe because I'm charming," Vincenzo said, opening the front door and leading Wade in."Yeah, right. You're real charming," he replied sarcastically. He tossed his suitcase to one side and his bags onto the couch. Vincenzo gazed at the messy bags."Going to drink again? It's weekends," "Better than wasting my time here with you," Wade said. Vincenzo's lips quirked up. "Then why are you here?" He asked as if he knew the answer yet he just wanted to hear Wade's. Yeah, why was he here anyway? Wade had no answer to that. "I'm feeling comfortable here, that's all," Wade put on a nonchalant look and said. How could he tell him that he... he... missed him? Wade had brought along a bottle of whiskey he bought from Walmart. He popped the cap open and brought it to his lips. Just as he was about to drink, t