Shit! He checked his ass and found that they didn't do anything last night. Phew, what a relief. He was almost paranoid of it but a small part of him wished to feel Vincenzo in him again.
However what shocked him the most when he woke up was that his entire apartment had been cleaned out. What the fuck??!!
Did Vincenzo do this?
"Shit!" Wade felt like he was in someone else's room.
What a freak, coming in here, accompanying him to drink and then cleaning his apartment out. What was his motive? Annoying shit, Wade cursed.
Luckily he didn't have anything confidential to criminals in his apartment. Or who knows what might happen?There was a sticky note stuck to his fridge.
You're the annoying shit who can't take care of himself
Huh? Vincenzo had anticipated what he would say hence he wrote this. Wade chuckled, shaking his head as he left the note there and walked off into the kitchen.
Then he realized that the bullet was missing. He sighed, realizing that he gave it to Vincenzo last night. But never mind. It was just a bullet. What would he gain if he got it?
He needed to put Vincenzo behind bars. He was a notorious criminal who killed lots of innocent people. However he was starting to waver. He said he wanted to find some shit on Vincenzo but until now he hasn't. Instead he ended up drinking with him.
Shit, what has gotten into his head?! Wade slapped his forehead to stop himself from thinking about his dark eyes and magnetic low voice. Sexy, it is but he can find someone better.
Meanwhile, a young girl dressed in an overcoat, adorned with a wide brimmed hat stepped through the gates of the mansion.
"I'm back!" Francesca Luciano's voice echoed throughout the mansion.
"Welcome back, miss!"
"Welcome back!" She was greeted by the maids and guards, treated like a princess.
"Where's my brother?"
"Upstairs. In his office," Alvin went to greet her, smiling politely.
"Aw, nice to see you Alvin. How long has it been?" She hugged him.
"Hahaha. Some years, five I think since you left for university overseas," Alvin laughed.
"Yeah, hell of a long time. I'm going to pester my brother,"
"Go ahead," Alvin gave her a light push on the back.
"Vincenzo, don't you miss me?"
The door was flung open and a girl spreaded her arms wide, charging towards him. He looked at her with a gaze that says you're annoying. She stopped in her tracks, looking disappointed.
"Come on! Don't look like someone has died. Wait, did someone die?" Francesca asked.
"What are you here for?"
"Are you kidding me? I'm your sister so of course I'm here to stay with you. Dad told you to take care of me, remember?" She reminded him sweetly.
"How old are you?"
"I'm nineteen,"
"So why am I taking care of you?"
"Because I'm cute?" She giggled, annoying him further.
"Shit. Get out. I'm busy. Tend to you later," Vincenzo pushed her out the door.
Left alone, Francesca decided to bother the others for the latest gossip and news.
"What has my brother been up to?" Francesca saw Maya walking pass and pulled her to the side.
"Well, I.. uh..."
"Tell me, no lies," she pointed at Maya, warning her with a playful tone. Although they were a crime family, some of the members were quite close to her. Take Maya for example, who practically grew up with Francesca.
"He brought a man home, and he ate breakfast and even personally carried him," Maya said in a hushed whisper.
Francesca's eyes widened, disbelief written all over her face.
"What the hell?!"
"I'm not lying," Maya put her hands up.
"A man!?"
"Shush! You can't let anyone know that you like another man,"
It was a taboo that was set in place by Vincenzo's father because one time one of the gang members did it and lost focus on the mission, losing an important deal. Out of anger, his father killed the two lovers and made it a rule to never allow something like this to ever happen again.
However, Vincenzo always went against his father. Perhaps if his father had paid more attention, his mother wouldn't have committed suicide.
"Fuck me to the moon," Francesca shook her head.
………
"Yo, new case. Two men killed and dumped in dumpsters. Housewife found them when taking her trash out. Who's going?" One cop said, tapping on the desk.
"Another one? Why does it seem like there are more and more murders recently? What's happening to society?" Jenna asked.
"Society is getting worse and many people are resorting to crimes to live a better life. How sad," Greg said.
"I'll go. I'm free anyway," Mark offered.
"Count me in," Greg raised his hand.
"Hey, chief. Wanna go? Another murder," Mark knocked on the door.
Wade was sitting in his office with nothing to do. He had completed his work early and came to the station to get his mind off distracting matters.
"Come on. You looked so lifeless," Mark said.
Mark dragged him to the crime scene, they followed the usual procedure. Then, Wade noticed that something was off.
"They weren't killed here. Seems like they were killed near the sea and dumped here, far away from the sea or anywhere with water," Wade suspected that because there were traces of algae that only grew near the sea.
The dead man was clutching something in his hands. Wade put on a pair of gloves and used a pair of tweezers to extract it from the victim's hand.
A bullet.
A brand new bullet that hasn't been used before. What's more was that the bullet was similar to the one he had found. Vincenzo's bullet. Was he involved in this too? Not far away, they saw many stores. The stores nearby stood tall against the backlight.
"Let's go for questioning," Wade gestured at the building with his chin.
As Wade walked into the shop house, he noticed an imposing figure not far from him, leaning on the counter. He was looking at him with a smug look.
"You again," Wade glared at Vincenzo. "What are you doing here?"
"A coincidence. Yesterday we had a great time," Vincenzo propped his chin on his palm.
"We did. But now we are back to being at each other's throat. I'm not going to associate myself with you. That would only make me a criminal," Wade glared at him.
Wade crouched behind a wall, a gun strapped to his side. He looked opposite to where his friend and assistant, Mark was and motioned for him to follow him. "Are you sure this is the correct place? I hope we don't get our brains blasted off," Mark grumbled while loading bullets into his gun."What are you talking about? We have the advantage of sneak attack here," Wade said rather arrogantly."Your fighting skills are better than mine. No wonder you can boast," Mark replied matter of factly.Wade ushered Mark and two more men dressed in police uniforms to follow him into the building. Within seconds, gunshots were fired, bullets whizzed through the air in a deadly fight. The air smelt of gunpowder and the metallic scent of blood was noticeable. In the dark night, the place was eerily quiet except for a nightclub that was blaring lights and music in the distance. Wade would have much preferred to put his feet up by the fireplace and munch on a bag of Lays but unfortunately, somethin
"Boss, the suspect is dead!" "Dead!?" Wade quickly rushed to the interrogation room where a doctor tried to perform an emergency rescue. "An ambulance is on the way!" A female officer shouted from behind. Everyone was panicking, doing their best to save the suspect. However, after two minutes, the doctor sighed and shook his head at them. The doctor wiped his sweat and said, "Looks like he died of a heart attack. I'm sorry, Wade,""A heart attack? How did this happen?! Aren't you all on watch!?" Wade turned to the cops who were on duty, furious.The young cops swallowed and glanced at the floor wordlessly. "Chief, our rescue response was very fast. Doctor Howard was here within seconds yet he couldn't save the suspect," Mark tried to intercede for the young cops. He motioned for them to retreat. Whenever the chief was angry, the whole room would be swept into a glacier, cold and scary. "I'm not angry over that. Our lead have been cut off again!" Wade was close to gnashing his te
Somehow, Wade felt like his actions were being watched. He looked around, scanning the nightclub but couldn't find anything. No one dares to walk into Castello like it was a supermarket. Castello was where crime and murder were a common thing. You could never know what tomorrow brings.Even the FBI didn't dare to do anything against the Mafia. Ever since Wade took office, he had dedicated all his time to wiping out criminals.Maybe he was overthinking. As soon as he stepped into the nightclub, there was a strange uneasy feeling in his chest. Mark struck up a conversation with a girl and they began talking happily. The real reason Wade wanted to come here was because he was looking for someone. The previous chief had gave him information that they had a spy in Castello whom he could contact to help find Edward Mattson. The spy had sent an anonymous text message to meet him in this nightclub. Wade figured that it would be better to meet with this spy than go straight to the pharmacy.
"Uh…." Wade was speechless. Was this guy flirting with him?Mark came to his side and nudged Wade from behind, reminding him of their mission. "Thank you for saving my friend. We need to go. It's very late," Mark made up an excuse and tried to signal to Wade with his eyes. Something was wrong. Wade took heed of it and thanked the man again before heading to the door. "You're welcome. Come back again next time. What's your name?" The man asked, his eyes scanning Wade up and down lazily. "Wade," "Wade…." The way his name sounded off this mysterious man's lips sent a tingle up Wade's body. "Nice name. I could say it all day," the man chuckled, his dark eyes gazing at him intensely.Wade laughed awkwardly. No one had ever said such a thing to him. This man was probably just fooling around with him. Once they were out, Wade asked Mark about his findings. "The whole bar is creeping with crazy criminals. We were lucky we didn't get killed! That cute girl said she saw Edward Mattson f
"Ahhh! Who the hell are yo-" Wade jumped in fright. But when he saw the person who said it, he calmed down. When he saw the man looking at him with a smug expression, Wade quickly made an excuse. "I'm lost. S…so I'm looking for the exit,""Didn't you leave here hours ago? Why are you back again… ?" The man closed in on Wade, pausing in his sentence to scan Wade's clothing. "In a waiter's uniform?"Wade knew that his excuse has failed. What was he going to say? Was his identity blown? "Missed me that much?" The mysterious man smirked. "I..I..," Wade stuttered. With the way the man was looking at him, it looked as if he wanted to eat Wade up. "Why don't you guess what's my purpose here?" Wade decided to play it smart. From the looks of it, the mysterious man wasn't a simple person either. He could enter the highest floor of the nightclub and mingle with people like John Brandon, Wade began to suspect his identity. "Oh, let me guess then. Is there a prize if I guess it correctly?"
"My name is Vincenzo Luciano,"Luciano??!! T..that Luciano??!! He was actually the world's….Wade felt goosebumps crawling up his skin. Vincenzo Luciano, the world's most powerful and wanted criminal, the enigmatic Mafia King, the one who has many gangs working under him, the one whom the FBI and Interpol don't dare to touch, that Vincenzo Luciano?Double shit! Wade only knew one thing at this moment. He was screwed! In his head, Wade was cursing himself for being stupid and clumsy. How could he not know that was Vincenzo Luciano?! This Luciano guy was the one the previous police chief and FBI had been trying to catch. So this was the big criminal that everyone failed to catch? If he could catch him and put him behind bars, then at least half the world would be rid of crime. The man laughed, amusement in his dark eyes. "Officer, you have fallen into my trap. Whatcha gonna do?" Vincenzo continue to let his fingers trailed down Wade's back.Wade shivered, his stomach squeezing on it
The whole place was plunged into darkness. Wade could still hear the panicky cries of the bar goers, chaotic footsteps and what seemed like people knocking over furniture. What was more important was that he couldn't hear him. He couldn't hear Vincenzo Luciano. His eyes slowly adjusted to the dark, squinting as he tried to detect Vincenzo. However in the next second just as he detected him, Wade's mouth was covered by a large hand and he was pulled into the darkness, until his back hit the wall. Wade gasped. He pulled the hand away from his mouth and scolded, "Hey! Luciano, no games here! If you want to fight, let's do it fair and square. Attacking me in the dark, what kind of gentleman are you?"By now, Wade's eyes have fully adjusted to the dark. He saw Vincenzo Luciano standing in front of him. Wade was cautious, on high alert. What was Vincenzo up to and who was the one shooting in the bar? "Fair and square? You lot aren't what you preach. Hypocrite," Vincenzo said in a low vo
"So you liked to be cuffed," Vincenzo smirked. Why did that sound so weird and something like those seen in BDSM practices? Wade wanted to punch that smirk off his face. "You have weird ideas. Behind you!" Wade snatched up a bottle and flung it at an assassin who was creeping up behind Vincenzo. "You saved me. I didn't expect that," Vincenzo gave the knocked out assassin a casual glance as if it wasn't a threat at all. "No, you did it on purpose. You probably want me to save your ass so that you'll claim I'm your accomplice and send me to jail, won't it?" "You think too lowly of me," Wade didn't enjoy how their conversation always ended up going in circles. What a smarty pants, Wade snorted inwardly. "Then why don't you kill me, put an end to me? I've seen you and I'm not going to let criminals go scot-free in front of my eyes," Wade said."Killing you is too easy. I rather....," Vincenzo walked towards Wade. This time Wade didn't retreat. He stood his ground and glared straig
Shit! He checked his ass and found that they didn't do anything last night. Phew, what a relief. He was almost paranoid of it but a small part of him wished to feel Vincenzo in him again. However what shocked him the most when he woke up was that his entire apartment had been cleaned out. What the fuck??!! Did Vincenzo do this? "Shit!" Wade felt like he was in someone else's room. What a freak, coming in here, accompanying him to drink and then cleaning his apartment out. What was his motive? Annoying shit, Wade cursed. Luckily he didn't have anything confidential to criminals in his apartment. Or who knows what might happen?There was a sticky note stuck to his fridge. You're the annoying shit who can't take care of himselfHuh? Vincenzo had anticipated what he would say hence he wrote this. Wade chuckled, shaking his head as he left the note there and walked off into the kitchen. Then he realized that the bullet was missing. He sighed, realizing that he gave it to Vincenzo las
"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
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
"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
"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 alm
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 fu
Wade's stomach tensed, gasping and whimpering lightly. Vincenzo had never expected that he would actually fuck the cop who wanted to put him behind bars. He inserted a fourth finger into Wade's tight hole, applying pressure on his prostate, caressing it lightly before he pulled out. He repeated the motion over and over again, until Wade became impatient. "Please..." Wade's voice was low and needy. His head was foggy and all he could think about was the pleasure, that oddly pleasant feeling.However, Vincenzo had other ideas. He wanted to hear him beg, to see him break under him and admit that he liked it when he fucked him. He smirked, watching in amusement as the cop was reduced to nothing but a desperate needy man. "You're really fucking tight. Haven't done it in a while, huh?" He didn't want Wade to cum so fast so he pulled his fingers out of his hole, inserting them at the entrance only, watching Wade's back muscle tensed. Wade's hole clenched around his fingers desperately. H
Wade's senses were suddenly filled with a familiar scent of sandalwood and earthly perfume. He looked up and saw him again. Jesus, why the fuck is he hallucinating about Vincenzo over and over again? What has been wrong with him recently? Okay, so yeah, Vincenzo was sexy. He kinda admitted that he was attracted to him, but only because he was mysterious to him and he was just trying to do his fucking job. However, the man in front of him wasn't a figment of his hallucination. Vincenzo looked at Wade who had been staring at him continuously. He sniffed the alcohol from Wade's breath and frowned, catching a glimpse at the line of whiskey bottles near him. "You're drunk," Vincenzo said. "Hahaha. My imagination is talking to me. Oh god," Wade laughed. It was an oddly pleasant sound to Vincenzo's ears. Vincenzo reached down and pinched Wade's chin, forcing him to look in his eyes. "You think I'm your imagination?" Vincenzo raised an eyebrow, studying him. Wade's cheeks were flushed
"Must be the work of some criminal. Look at the multiple bullet holes in his body. Someone must have been real angry with him," Mark shook his head. The docks have been cordoned off with police swarming the area. The manager and the workers were taken into custody and interrogated. "Well, you found him. Good job," the old police chief, Hampton came up behind and patted him on the shoulder."Yeah, thanks," Wade watched as the forensics and police covered the scene. Even though he found what his father demanded, the killer was still on the loose. Wade still didn't feel at ease or satisfied as if something was wrong. He wonder what his father will do after the secret behind Edward Mattson was revealed. That afternoon, Wade went back to the house. He rang the doorbell.The butler greeted him warmly, smiling brightly, his grey hair reflecting under the sunlight."Where's my dad?" "In the study room. He's been quiet the whole day. Let me prepare some food for you. You haven't been back