Chapter 23 Thought of him again

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 fucked his enemy! It was real! The Vincenzo last night wasn't a figment of his imagination. To think that he willingly agreed and accepted Vincenzo's cock into his ass, Wade's face burnt red with shame. 

So he fucked him and then dumped him here? Livid, Wade went into the shower to wash off the shameful memories of last night. How was he going to hide the marks from his colleagues? Wade touched his ass and hissed. He could still feel Vincenzo inside of him, fucking and stretching him, his warmth breath against his ear, his hands stroking his cock, his teeth grazing his skin and biting his nipples. 

Get it out of your head! Wade chided himself. Stop thinking about him! He found some clothes prepared for him, grabbed them off the hanger and wore them. 

"Damn you, Vincenzo. Just you wait how I -" 

A knock on the door interrupted him from his cursing. 

"Room service," 

Wade pulled the door open and snapped. "I didn't call for room service," 

"Mr. Luciano has ordered for breakfast to be brought up to your room," the man said politely, smiling. 

"Where is he?" Wade looked at the rolling cart with freshly baked bread on it and some bacon and eggs. His stomach protested in hunger. 

"He left, sir," The man noticed that he seemed hesitant, like there was a question stuck in the back of his head. So he took the initiative. 

"Sir, if there's anything you like to convey, you can leave a message. Mr. Luciano has prepared everything for you," 

Wade motioned for the man to enter. He scribbled something on a piece of paper, folded it and passed it to the man. The man nodded and left. 

Checking his phone, Wade had ten missed calls and a hundred messages from Jenna and Mark, all concerning the case. A red battery sign flashed over his screen. Great, he thought. Oh god, he was going to get questioned badly. How was he going to explain to them? 

Wade gobbled up his breakfast, took the elevator down as quick as he could and called an Uber. He stopped by a shop and bought a scarf to hide the hickies on his neck, then he rushed to the police station. 

"Where have you been all morning? I've called like mad. You're not the one who wakes up at 10am," Jenna looked at him suspiciously. 

Usually, Wade was an early bird and punctual. But thanks to a certain someone, he was exhausted as hell and hence he woke up late. 

"Nowhere. I was just sleeping it off," Wade replied. He quickly changed topics. "Forensics reports,"

"Here, and here," Jenna dumped a stack of files into his arms. 

Wade brought them to his office and began look through them. A few minutes later, there was a knock on his office and three men in suit followed by the old police chief walked in.

"Mr Harrington," the leader of the men, placed a hand over the files, obstructing Wade as he towered over him menacingly. 

"I want every single file and record on Edward Mattson. Now," There was a threatening edge in his voice. 

"What's going on? Who are you?" Wade stood up and faced the man head on. 

"Wade," the old police chief sighed and shook his head. Wade could see the fear in his eyes. 

"That's the end of it. The higher ups don't want you to investigate this case further. You have found him and given this family a response. Don't meddle in it anymore or you'll be in trouble," It was a warning. 

"Why? Is it because it's connected to the government?" Wade asked. 

"Chief," Mark elbowed him, trying to signal him to shut up. 

"When I ask someone to do something, they fucking do it without questioning. Am I clear?" The man towered over Wade with an imposing demeanor. 

Wade wasn't one to back down or cower. He returned the man's intimidating gaze with a fierce glare.

"He won't, sir. I'll make sure of that," the old chief said, interceding for Wade. He knew how stubborn he was. 

"Good. I hope I don't see him poking his nose into this," the man walked off, grabbing the files from under Wade's palm. His colleagues followed after him, throwing disdainful glances at the cops.

"That's it, Wade. Let's stop here. You did what you could and answered to your father," the old chief patted Wade on the shoulder.

Everyone present was looking at him like he was going to do something stupid. 

"Yeah. I know. Don't worry. I'm not going to do anything stupid. I know my boundaries," Wade said to reassure them. 

"That's good to hear," the old chief looked relieved. 

"I'm gonna get some coffee. You guys want some?" 

"Nope. I'm good," Mark said. 

Wade sat at the café downtown, he thought of the case. The government or someone there didn't want him to look further into it. But he no longer had permission to touch the case anymore. His father's harsh words floated back to his ears.

"You are useless! Do you think by being a cop you can make a difference? Your mother was foolish, just like you!"

He reached into his pocket and took out the bullet he took from the crime scene, and looked it over. 

As he thought of him again, he felt Vincenzo's lips over his skin, touching him and biting him.