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
Shit! He checked his ass and found that they didn't do anything last night. Phew, what a relief. He was almost paranoid of it but a small part of him wished to feel Vincenzo in him again. However what shocked him the most when he woke up was that his entire apartment had been cleaned out. What the fuck??!! Did Vincenzo do this? "Shit!" Wade felt like he was in someone else's room. What a freak, coming in here, accompanying him to drink and then cleaning his apartment out. What was his motive? Annoying shit, Wade cursed. Luckily he didn't have anything confidential to criminals in his apartment. Or who knows what might happen?There was a sticky note stuck to his fridge. You're the annoying shit who can't take care of himselfHuh? Vincenzo had anticipated what he would say hence he wrote this. Wade chuckled, shaking his head as he left the note there and walked off into the kitchen. Then he realized that the bullet was missing. He sighed, realizing that he gave it to Vincenzo las
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
After stitching Vincenzo up, Marianna gave some instructions on how to care for his wound. She made sure Wade jotted them down.Wade had a notepad and pen in his hands. He followed her back and forth while she spoke, as if she were giving a lecture in class."He has a tendency to split open his wounds before they heal. Keep an eye on your boyfriend. Oh, and," she pulled Wade to the side and whispered, "He likes—"She patted his shoulders and headed toward the door. "Don’t need to see me out. I know the door very well.""You seem close," Wade said. He watched her leave and decided he might like this doctor."She’s the gang doctor, coming over every now and then when one of us cracks a bone," Vincenzo explained."I’m going to order some takeout," Wade said.Perhaps one day he should learn how to cook. The food arrive
"Shit! What a perfect way to wipe out all the evidence," He was sure that by the next morning, there would be news claiming a gas spill or someone smoking at the factory had caused it to blow up. His gaze fell on Vincenzo's injured arm. Fuck, Vincenzo needed medical attention right away.Wade didn’t dare take him to the hospital for fear of being recognized. So he brought him back home and looked for the first aid kit."Where’s the damn kit?""I don’t know.""What?! You’re bleeding out here, and you don’t even know where it is?!""How would I know? I’ve never been shot many times before. I was always careful," Vincenzo shrugged weakly. Wade looked away from him, guilt creeping into his chest. Careful. Until he met me."I’m calling the doc," Wade said, frustration spilling out. His boyfriend was bleeding out, and yet he was so damn calm. Honestly, things like death freaked Wade out. They made him feel powerless and useless—a feeling he hated and despised."No.""Yes. We are calling the
Wade never expected that the man who had taught him this and that since the day he joined the police turned out to be the one behind all of this. Then what was the relationship between them? Did Bennett count it as nothing but a façade?Memories of him and Bennett laughing, celebrating, and drinking together resurfaced. Wade didn’t know what to make of it. Bennett was clean! Spotless! Wasn’t his record clear as day?! How could this have happened?As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he knew that he had been lied to and cheated by Bennett. He was used and made a fool of. Anger swelled in his chest, but he could only swallow it down. Now, his lover’s life was on the line. Benefits. What benefits did Dominic offer him?If Bennett was here, then their lives were in huge trouble. It was possible that Dominic was on the way.What did Bennett have to do with Gordon? Vincenzo wondered."What are you to Gordon?" Vincenzo asked.Bennett had a cocky look as he looked him over."Want to know? I
Wasn’t that Bennett’s voice? But what was he doing here? Undercover like him?Vincenzo froze. His hand tightened its hold on Wade’s, reluctant to let go. However, Wade pulled his hand out of Vincenzo’s."Who are you?" Wade asked, caution laced in his tone. Vincenzo gripped the knife hidden underneath his jacket."Wade?" Bennett was surprised. Wade turned around and came face-to-face with the old chief."Bennett, why are you here?!" From surprise to shock to happiness flashed across his eyes.Bennett’s eyes floated over to Vincenzo, and they widened in fear. He raised his gun at Vincenzo, scowling."Wait, no! He's with me. Bennett, please put your gun down," Wade stood between them, a hand reached out to calm Bennett down."Isn’t he in prison? What the fuck is he doing here?!" Bennett glared at Vincenzo.
"Isn't that true?" Wade cocked an eyebrow."Untrue," Vincenzo grabbed him and pressed him against the wall."Shit, what are you doing? Not here! Why can't you keep your hands to yourself?""Says the one who has been seducing me right from the start," Vincenzo breathed against Wade's cheeks and ears, causing his heart to jump wildly in his chest."Honeydew, I can order you around as much as I want, and you're gonna listen, is that clear?"Wade took a deep breath to calm his racing heart. Vincenzo always had some kind of magical effect on him. Every time he was near, it made him feel like he could drop everything he was doing and rush to him, hold him, hug him, and stay with him."In private, yes. But I'll bite, and you don't want to know how hard I can bite," Wade said, warning him.However, Vincenzo looked pleased. "Then bite me. Bite me
They crept together into the factory."Are we working together, or...""Don’t disturb me, or ruin my plans," Wade said."I think you’d better return," Vincenzo latched onto his wrist."Why?""It’s dangerous, I don’t want you to get hurt."Wade jerked his hand out of Vincenzo’s grip and glared at him."I’m doing this,""You don’t have to prove yourself to anyone anymore. I know you’re capable, baby. Your father doesn’t appreciate you, but I do,"Hearing that, tears stung his eyes. Wade took a deep breath."It’s not about proving myself to anyone. It’s about justice,""Are you sure?""We can work together," Wade nodded."Huh, pretty coming out of your