Chapter 26 Kissable lips

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 some kind of special bullet that can pierce through metal. Highly dangerous," Jenna continued to say.

"I'm gonna grab a bite. Lend me those photos,"

Jenna passed the photos over with the files. Wade regained his composure and nodded. Then he walked out of the police station on the excuse of grabbing a bite for lunch. While no one was looking, Wade took the bullet out of his pocket and compared it to the photos. It was exactly the same. 

Vincenzo and Wade didn't see each other for a few days. Nevertheless, Vincenzo found himself wandering back to the nightclub where he first saw Wade. He has never been more restless than ever. 

He's not coming back, Vincenzo told himself inwardly. 

What they had between each other was similar to a one night stand. However, Vincenzo wanted to feel him again, to touch his skin, brush a finger across his kissable pink lips, gaze into those blue eyes, feel him, hear his voice and laughter. If this wasn't an obsession, then he had no idea what it was. 

Once again, the case they were currently investigating was stopped on orders of the higher ups. They took away the evidence and the body like the last time. Why? Wade was curious as hell. Could it be that these people were working together with the Mafia? 

If that's so, then those so-called good guys were no better than shit-ass bad guys, like those politicians. 

Frustrated, Wade found himself drinking again. He knew that he had a problem, tending to drink himself into a stupor whenever he was stressed, frustrated or angry. 

Wade on the other hand, also felt a strong urge to see Vincenzo again. He told himself repeatedly that he was only doing this because of the case. Yeah, yeah, yeah, for the case. But he was reaching a dead end. He wasn't allowed to investigate the case. Fuck them all, he cursed bitterly. 

However, he couldn't find Vincenzo. He wasn't at the bar where he last saw him. Could he be in Castello? Castello was a dangerous place yet Wade felt a strong urge to go there just to get a glimpse of him. 

Vincenzo couldn't find Gordon. After giving threats and warnings to his men to find the motherfucker, he was left all alone. He took out a cigarette and puffed on it a few times before tossing it away. He used to think that cigarettes were the best way to control his anger, but after meeting that cute cop, it seemed useless. His legs dragged him back to the bar on their own accord. His eyes skimmed the crowd until they landed on a familiar face.

"Why are you drinking again? Was that night not enough?" Vincenzo said, appearing beside Wade.

Wade looked up at him, chuckling. Never had he been so glad to see his annoying face again. 

"I'll stay away from you this time. You're not going to get into my pants, pervert,"

Vincenzo raised an eyebrow. "Who said I was going to get into your pants? What are you thinking about?" 

From the way he put it, it made it seem as if Wade was the one who was crazy about him. 

"Shut the fuck up," Wade told him. Luckily he wasn't entirely drunk this time.

"Stop drinking. I'll take you home," 

"Again?" Wade raised an eyebrow. 

"What are you hiding in your house that you're scared of? Dark secrets? Government files?" 

Actually Vincenzo already knew where Wade lived. He just wanted him to bring him there on his own accord. That way, it would seem like he rightfully entered Wade's house with his permission. Shit, he never cared about permission, usually barging into people's houses uninvited, yet he was doing the opposite for him. 

Wade laughed, teasing him. "Then you must be fair. If I let you come into my house, next time I'll be the one coming over to your house!"

"Fine with me," Vincenzo said, his lips curving up into a smile. 

Vincenzo drove him to his apartment. When Vincenzo walked into Wade's apartment, he was greeted by clothes overflowing out of drawers, unwashed dishes, packets of Lays strewn about and furniture out of place. 

Your house looks like a slump," Vincenzo was beyond shocked. 

"Yeah. Welcome to my slump. Like it? Who told you that cops were neat and tidy?" Wade laughed and tripped over his carpet, almost losing his footing. 

But a hand on his waist steadied the half drunk cop. Wade turned to look his shoulders at the person who steadied him, coming face to face with Vincenzo. 

"No,"

"No, what?" Wade spoke softly. Looking into those deep dark eyes made his blood stirred. 

"No, I don't like it. Do you want to rest?" Vincenzo sounded concerned. 

"Oh please, don't act like my mom. I don't need rest. It's them who need to rest!" Wade pointed outside the window, raising his voice. 

"Sounds like you had a bad day. Wanna talk about it?" 

"A police chief talking with a Mafia King about his work, how funny," 

"It could get funnier if you don't shut up and drink this up,"

Wade didn't see him go into the kitchen and poured a glass of water. Was he too drunk? He better not repeat what happened that night. 

He snatched the cup from Vincenzo and scooted away immediately. 

"What are you doing? Vincenzo eyed him, askance. 

"What does it look like? Avoiding you of course!" 

Ripples of laughter burst from Vincenzo's lips. He couldn't help but wonder what silly things this cop was thinking about.