Chapter 24 If I eat these up

"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 almost immediately. Wade knew that he was chatting to Vincenzo himself. 

Somehow Vincenzo had saved his number in his phone last night. Shit, he wonder if Vincenzo had gone through his phone. And how did he crack his password? The thoughts of it didn't settle well with Wade, having his privacy intruded upon without his knowledge. 

Go fucking get your eyes check out!

An address appeared on his screen. 

Wade downed his coffee angrily and strode to his car. Soon he arrived at the address Vincenzo gave him, a large mansion-like building. 

Bloodcurdling screams and wails bounced off the walls in what seemed like a cell and a torture room. 

A man was strapped to the chair, blood streaming down the cuts from what was left of his ears. His fingers were twisted at odd angles and his skin was flayed. The man was stubborn and had been tortured into a living death. 

He was one of Gordon's men who was spotted at the docks. 

"Sir.." Monty couldn't bear to look at the poor man. Even though he was part of the Mafia, he rarely did torture or interrogation work. 

This time, the boss personally came to interrogate Tony which meant that it was highly important. 

Tony's head was limp as if he was on the verge of death. He groaned, squinting his eyes as he glared at Vincenzo weakly. 

"Come on. Tell me, I might spare your mother's life," Vincenzo's dark eyes were cold and ruthless. He pulled a keychain out from his pocket and threw it at Tony's feet. Tony's eyes flashed with recognition. That was his mother's keychain, the one his father gave her when they were in high school together. 

He began to struggle frantically, chest heaving up and down. 

"Y-you... My mother... Is she..."

"Tell me what I want to know. 

"36 Boulevard Street. The rest I don't know!"

"Let's try again. I'm tired of going around in circles," 

"I really don't know anything!"

He sighed, lifted his hand and pressed the trigger. 

Bang! 

Tony's head flopped back, lifeless eyes staring at him, blood dripping from the single bullet hole in his head. Vincenzo watched the blood slide down the rest of his face, staining his clothes. The notification sound from his phone distracted him from staring at the bloody mess he created. 

When he saw the message, he chuckled. 

Ah, my little cop is awake, Vincenzo said inwardly. 

He typed a message, smiling while waiting for a response. As expected, a vulgar curse word popped up on his screen. 

Go fucking get your eyes checked out! 

Vincenzo laughed. This police chief was such a funny person. Perhaps he should get his eyes checked out. Getting under this cop's skin was so fun, not to mention the fact that he thought him fucking sexy to see his angry face. 

"Boss, it's done. The other man confessed after seeing what you did to his partner," Monty said, appearing a little pale. 

Vincenzo took the handkerchief Monty offered and wiped the blood off his cheeks. 

"Dispose of the body. 

"Yes, boss," Monty caught a glimpse of the message and saw his boss typing to someone. He was smiling so much that Monty was scared shit. 

"Monty,"

"Yes... B..boss?" Monty shivered. There was still a smile on Vincenzo's face. 

"Get me a new set of clothes and something to eat,"

"To eat?" Monty dug his ear, thinking that he heard it wrongly. 

"Never mind about the food. I'll get it myself," Vincenzo changed his mind quickly. He was holding Wade's message from the hotel in his hands. 

You fucking psychopath. 

Somehow that message seemed to make his day. 

"Okay," Monty get to it right away. He supplied him with the usual suit and overcoat he usually wore. 

Vincenzo got into his car and drove off. He stopped by a bakery and bought some tarts. 

Then he entered the place he messaged Wade about. He wanted to be the first one who get there. 

Not long later, Wade arrived, being led by a maid. He stormed over to Vincenzo who was lying casually in the resort. 

"What do you want in exchange for those photos?"

Vincenzo smiled at him. 

"You came,"

"Of course. You blackmailed me,"

"The things that you did and said," Vincenzo shook his head, taunting Wade. "I didn't force you. You did it yourself, remember?" 

"Shit, my mind wasn't clear and I didn't know that it was you!" Wade defended himself. Looking at Vincenzo now casually dressed in a white shirt, the top buttons popped open revealing his chiseled chest, which made Wade's cock twitch. 

"Eat,"

"What?" Wade frowned. 

"I don't like to repeat myself twice," 

Again, he was being demanding. Wade obeyed, muttering a curse under his breath. Why was his luck so bad ever since he met Vincenzo? Has it always been this bad? 

Wade peered at the food on the table, his stomach rumbled. He didn't have much for breakfast and neither could he afford to buy his lunch because it was hard to make a decent amount of money in New York. 

"How do you know I like tarts?" Wade asked. He didn't remember putting it anywhere. Things personal like this weren't recorded in files. 

"I happen to know,"

"If I eat these up, will you delete those photos?"