Chapter 27 Sweet dreams amado

"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 him or bite him. However his self-control seemed to be breaking as Wade looked up at him with blue misty pupils, reaching a hand to touch his cheek. 

Does he know what he's doing? Vincenzo wondered. 

Feeling Vincenzo's large hand over his throat didn't threaten him. Instead it felt rather comforting and sexy. 

Wade pulled away from him, much to Vincenzo's disappointment but he hid it well. 

"I'm going to bed. Get out of here," Wade told him, sounding fierce. 

"Are you really going to bed or just trying to kick me out after inviting me over?" Vincenzo said. 

"You're fucking annoying," 

"You suck at lying,"

"I'm not a pathological liar," he shrugged, walking to his fridge to pull out a bottle of wine. "Roof," He then pointed outside his window.

The both of them sat on the roof of someone else's house, holding a bottle of wine. Wade gulped down almost half the bottle of wine.

"Hey, take it easy. No one's gonna snatch it from you,"

"I do what I like," Wade snorted. 

"You have a serious drinking problem. So, why don't you tell me what's bothering you?" Vincenzo offered.

Wade was silent for a while before he spoke up, gazing at him. 

"It's you," Wade admitted.

"Me? I'm bothering you? I feel so honoured," he chuckled.

Wade placed the bullet in his hands. Vincenzo noticed that he was serious. It was because of his bullet. The weapons that Gordon stole from him. 

"This... The higher ups won't let us investigate any cases relating to this bullet. It's yours, isn't it? Why are they working with criminals like you?"

"Believe it or not, I don't work for people. They work for me. Why do you hate criminals so much? It's not like we kill and terrorize people all day,"

"They killed my mom," Wade said solemnly.

Vincenzo looked at Wade who seemed like he was in despair. 

"But it's okay. I've gotten used to it,"

No he hasn't, he said inwardly. 

Vincenzo knew that by looking into his eyes. If not, why was he still talking about her? Wade tipped his head back and gulped down some wine. He sighed, a myriad of emotions flickering in his blue pupils. 

Vincenzo turned the bullet over in his hand, taking a close look at it before he pocketed it. 

"Your mother... Must have been a great cop," 

How ironic, Vincenzo told himself. He hated cops and authorities. But here he was, comforting him by saying things he usually wouldn't. 

"Yeah," Wade swallowed a lump forming in his throat. "She was,"

"What was she like?" Vincenzo asked. He grew up without a mother so he didn't know how that feels. Since young, he was envious that other kids have mothers while he had a cold hearted and crooked father who let his assistant send him to school. But it was not for long. 

His father didn't like him mixing with the normal kids. So Vincenzo was taken home to train and study as the next heir of the Mafia. There wasn't much love or care in the Luciano family, apart from his sister. 

"She used to cook the best dishes, and grill the best steaks and hamburgers. She makes everything seem so easy, always there for me and my lil sis. At Halloween parties, her costumes were the wackiest. Sigh... I missed her," There were tears in his eyes as he said these. 

Vincenzo's large hand covered Wade's, giving it a squeeze. It felt warm and comforting.

"She's a good mom," he said. 

"Mmm..." 

They accompanied one another, drinking and making idle chat until Wade became sleepy. 

"Can you stand?" Vincenzo held him up the shoulders, concern etched across his face. 

"No,"

He chuckled, warning him playfully. "Then I'm going to have to carry you down,"

"Go ahead. I'm heavy," Drunk Wade was much more accomodating and didn't care about his identity. 

Wade leaned against his shoulder, eyes shut peacefully. Vincenzo watched him sleep, finding Wade more gorgeous and cute. 

He carefully picked him up, bridal style and went back to his apartment. There, he took off his shoes and tucked him in bed carefully, afraid that he would wake him up. Once done, he watched Wade's chest go up and down in a peaceful slumber. 

He reached out and pushed a stray hair away from his forehead. For some strange reasons, Vincenzo leaned in and pressed a kiss on his forehead, inhaling his intoxicating scent. 

Last time at his apartment he saw a photo of a woman smiling brightly with blond curly hair. The woman was wearing her police uniform, looking proud. It must have been his mom. 

"Sweet dreams, amado,"

Beep! Beep! Beep! 

Wade reached his arm and slammed the annoying alarm clock off. Stupid clock, he groaned. He lifted his head, glancing around and realizing his surroundings. 

Weren't they on the roof? How did he end up back in his bed? A sudden thought crossed his mind.