Chapter 25 Depends on my mood

"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 it and do something stupid. 

"Thanks," he muttered. He didn't dare to look at Vincenzo. If he looked at him again, that strange feeling would be there. No, that can't be. Why would he be afraid to look at Vincenzo? He shouldn't. This was the man he was going to put behind bars soon. Soon as he gets his hands on evidence that could kick his ass. 

He went back to eating and drinking. Every now and then, he would cast a side glance at Vincenzo discreetly. He wasn't staring at him anymore. Instead he was using his laptop, typing something. The look on his face, calm and relaxed made Wade feel as if they were friends instead of enemies. No, more than friends. A warm feeling stirred in his stomach. 

Once Wade ate finished, he motioned to Vincenzo. "Now delete those,"

"Depends on my mood," Vincenzo said without looking up. 

"What?! You clearly said that you would delete them if I eat them up. Wait, never mind. I should have known that people like you don't keep your words and promises. Who the fuck did I think I was dealing with?"

"I always keep my promises,"

Wade looked at him in disbelief. 

"Tell me a joke and make me laugh,"

"Are you serious?" Wade's eyes almost popped.

He gave him a serious look, closing his laptop and putting it aside. 

Joke, what joke can he tell him? Why was he doing his bidding? Wade didn't like how he was under his control. 

"You know what? I'm not good at jokes. I'm just going to snatch it from you," Wade got up and tried to snatch Vincenzo's phone. But he was faster, he grabbed it off the table and put it into the pocket near his chest. 

"It's in my pocket. Do you dare to touch it?" Vincenzo smirked. 

How he wished to punch that annoying smirk off his face. Then Wade pounced on Vincenzo, pulling at his coat and

He came face to face with Vincenzo, his heart started to run a marathon, his fingers froze as he fisted Vincenzo's white shirt. Wade just realized what had happened. He was in an ambiguous position, straddling Vincenzo. 

Their eyes locked, sparks igniting and something in Wade's stomach stirred. Wade's cheeks turned red slightly. He quickly released Vincenzo and returned to his seat, clearing his throat and sounding strict but his voice didn't sound like what he hoped for. 

"Vincenzo, I don't have time for games. You said you would keep your promise," 

"Alright," Vincenzo smoother his shirt. 

He tossed his phone to Wade. He picked it up and swiped at the screen. 

"What's the password to your phone?" Wade tried to demand nicely. 

"Wade," Vincenzo gazed at him. That intense gaze made Wade's heart raced so he quickly turned his attention back to the phone. 

"The password," he shoved the phone at his face, tone strict.

"The password is Wade," Vincenzo plopped one hand on his palm as he watched Wade's angry cute face. 

"What?! Why the fuck is the password my name?" Was this a joke? It was only a four letter word so he gave it a try. The phone unlocked. He glared at Vincenzo, hoping his gaze could kill him on spot. 

Wade checked through it and found that there were no photos at all. 

"Where are they? Did you hide them in your cloud or thumb drive or something?"

"In here," Vincenzo pointed at his chest, over the place where his heart laid. 

Wade rolled his eyes. "Asshole,"

He went through his phone briefly. There was nothing criminal about his phone. His gallery didn't even have many photos in it. But there was a photo of Vincenzo when he was much younger holding a teddy bear with a grumpy look, glaring at whoever was using his phone at that time like he was going to kill that person. 

"There's really no photos of last night. I was too absorbed in your ass and moans. How did I have the time to snap some photos?" His warm breath tickled against Wade's skin. 

Wade swallowed, the memories of last night were still fresh in his mind. He tried not to think of Vincenzo's hands on his skin, wrapping around his cock but it was so fucking hard. 

Then Wade remembered the bullet. He pulled it out and placed it on the table in front of him, helping to distract him from those wandering thoughts. 

"Is this yours?" 

Vincenzo casually glanced at it before he confirmed it, "I didn't know you liked to keep my things around you," 

"So this IS yours?"

Vincenzo gave him a confused look. 

"This was found near Edward Mattson's body. The autopsy report showed that this was the bullet that killed him,"

Vincenzo looked at the bullet again, picking it up and rolling it between his fingers. It was his. The one that was stolen along with the weapons. Gordon must have distributed it and sold them off to someone. Seeing his weapons and bullets circulate around wasn't a good sign. That traitor must be put to a stop. 

"What do you have to say?" Wade looked down at him.