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
Wade didn't want Mark to know about what happened between him and Vincenzo so he quickly lied and asked him to get him a cup of coffee. Mark didn't suspect anything and did as he was told, leaving them alone. "Two people, gang members were killed and you happened to be around. Tell me that it wasn't a coincidence, Vincenzo,""You don't trust me that much, do you?" Vincenzo gazed at Wade."How am I supposed to trust someone like you?" Wade said. Those words somehow felt a little hurtful to Vincenzo. "To arrest me, you need evidence. Bring it out," the conversation between them turned sour. The sweetness and closeness they had last night vanished in the face of work and reality. Wade didn't have any evidence on him yet. If he throws Vincenzo in jail, maybe people might stop getting killed. But those two back there were criminals as well, they were probably part of his gang. "Your coffee, sir," the waiter placed the cup in front of him and walked off."I didn't order that,""I did. D
The team force surrounded the warehouse. Wade, at the center, gave the signal for his people to storm the place."Stop! Police! Drop your weapons!""Don't move! Hands in the air!"The warehouse staff broke into sprints but they were tackled to the ground in no time.It so happened that Wade and Vincenzo were both targeting the same warehouse. Wade walked off from his team members. He surveyed the area before he went up to the second floor. He went up to one of the crates. With a metal stick, he managed to pop the cover open. He peered inside. Indeed there were a lot of guns and bullets. He opened one of the boxes and checked the ammo. Freshly produced ammo. The smell of the factory was still there. These weren't the ones that Vincenzo told him were stolen from him.Some bastard was producing weapons. Next, they needed to find and stop the factory from producing
"Get to work. Find out the date and location of that party. Send it to me," Vincenzo walked back to his car after inspecting the warehouse. He didn't want to talk about it with Marcello anymore."Hey, come on, Enzo. Weren't we discussing just fine earlier on? Why are you leaving? Can I come too?" Marcello followed after him, pouting like a child."No, and don't call me Enzo," The car door shut in his face, narrowly missing Marcello's nose."Fuck you. You're just torturing yourself," Marcello muttered as he watched him speed off into the night.Vincenzo and Alvin decided to cover two areas. Alvin would deal with the authorities who were taking bribes from them, while he would deal with the other gangs, pacifying them.Currently, Vincenzo was seated around a big wooden table. Opposite him were the leaders, kingpins, dons and heads of other gangs, big a
Midnight, at the northwest port of New York, a roll of warehouses stood in the open, surrounded by cranes and cargo ships.A black Maybach drove to a stop. Vincenzo got out and strode towards Alvin who was waiting for him by the entrance."What happened?""Thirteen of our men shot, dead. The bullets are ours," Alvin jogged up to Vincenzo."But based on my calculations, they should have run out of the stolen ammo a long time ago. Gordon may have stolen your guns and ammo but it's not enough, considering all the crimes that happened recently. Manhattan, Chicago, LA, Vegas and Philadelphia, all had signs of our weapons," Alvin looked pale."Someone's fucking us over, reproducing our bullets. Framing and messing with us," Vincenzo took out a cigarette and puffed on it rather angrily."If this gets too big, the authorities will be forced to
"I heard that the gangs out there lost a lot too,""So are you saying that it is fair? They're criminals who killed, burnt and raped. We are the guardians of law. It's only right that they get their fucking lives screwed over,""Enough, guys. No fighting," Wade said. "Listen to me. I have a plan. Let's make sure it works, hmm?" Wade clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white as he listened to their discussions. How did these happen?"When you guys stepped into the place, they immediately opened fire, right? Like they know who is the officer and who's the undercover cop. We need to find this mole, asap," Wade's eyes floated to his colleagues around the table. They nodded in agreement.Three hours passed in the meeting room. Wade came up with a plan to cut loose ends and keep things from spreading. So from now on, information would rarely pass through them like it usually woul
Wade leaned his head against Vincenzo's chest, catching his breath. That was the most mind-blowing sex he ever had. What was he going to do now? Now that everything had turned out like this? Now that he knew how much he craved Vincenzo?"Happy birthday, amado," Vincenzo whispered lovingly to him. He kissed Wade's throat and jawline. Wade closed his eyes, relishing in the pleasure. A soft whimper escaped from his lips when Vincenzo bit his collarbone. Wade's body was marked thoroughly by Vincenzo, the signs of their intense lovemaking dotted his torso and inner thighs. There was even a bite mark near his right nipple."Now what are you planning to do?" Wade asked."You want to leave here?" Vincenzo asked."Of course. You ruined everything, my party, possibly my image and m-my... myself," Wade exhaled. Vincenzo forced him to admit his sexuality, that he liked men. No, liked Vincenzo. Wade never felt this way around other men. It was like he was made for Vincenzo. "Whoever dares laugh a
That was the best fucking handjob he has in his life no matter how much he hated to admit it.Then he slid his finger in, making Wade's knees shake and wobble. His sweat glistened in the moonlight, rolling down the curve of his back. This time he was sober. He was fully sober. A part of him demanded and screamed at him to fight back. Resist it.Don't let him take you like a toy. Don't let him fuck you like this. I need to-Another finger dived in, stretching Wade's ass. "Mmm... Fuck," Wade mumbled, tears clung to the corner of his eyes. The pain he felt when Vincenzo intruded into his hole vanished, replaced by pleasure. Damnit. Fuck. He wanted to resist it but he failed to. The moment Vincenzo touched him, every self-control was thrown out the window. "You're so fucking tight, so fucking full. Like your ass is meant to be fucked by me," The lust in Vincenzo's voice drove Wade to the edge. He just cum, so why did he feel like this again? Vincenzo must have wanted to break him beca
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