"Uh... Bad habit," Wade realized that the gap between them was huge. It was natural that Vincenzo had the mannerisms of a rich person while he was like a pauper. Nevertheless, he didn't feel like there was anything wrong because of the size of their wallets. Once he wiped Wade's hair, Vincenzo took out a hair dryer and began to blow dry his hair. "No need for that. I don't use hair dryers,""My house, my rules," Vincenzo stopped him from arguing. "Damn you, what other rules are there?" "A lot. You wanna hear?" That sounded scary like he was going to read a list of school rules, something that Wade hated since he always got into trouble with the principal during his school days. "Better not. Ignorance is bliss," Wade relaxed as Vincenzo ran his fingers through his hair, blowing dry it meticulously. Strange, his fingers felt somewhat comforting and soothing as they massage his scalp. "All done. If you wanna sleep, go to bed," "Bed? Wait, then are..." Wade turned around to face V
Seeing the fearsome Mafia King lie on the couch that didn't do justice to his height, he wanted to laugh. The room was illuminated by the silver moonlight that poured in through the windows. He could make out Vincenzo's high bridged noise and angular jaws. He felt an urge to trail his finger across his skin, to touch the lips that ravaged him like hell nights before, to trace his jaw and nose and the tattoo on his neck which he had recently become so obsessed about, to understand the man more, even though he knew he shouldn't. Damn, he even wanted to run his tongue along the pulse on his neck, to lick at that flesh.It took him a lot of self-control to pull away from Vincenzo and focus back on the task at hand. Watching him sleep seemed like a drug and a dream. Perhaps one that Wade didn't want to wake up from, but the thought of work snapped his dreams.He crept into another room and began searching the drawers and closet.&nbs
Vincenzo rested his chin on his shoulder and snuggled closer to him. At first, it felt odd and Wade had a hard time falling asleep. But after some time, Wade relaxed in his arms, nestling his head back onto Vincenzo's chest. Soon, he fell asleep.In the middle of the night, Vincenzo lifted his head a little and gazed at a sleeping Wade. He lifted a finger and touched his skin. Soft like a feather. Vincenzo never knew that one day he would yearn to touch someone's skin and hold them in his arms like this.Then, he pecked a soft kiss on Wade's forehead. He wanted to go for his lips, taste their softness and sweetness but he didn't want to wake him.The next morning, Wade yawned rubbing his tired eyes. He rolled over to the other side, then sat up, patting the space beside him. Vincenzo wasn't in bed.He refreshed himself in the bathroom and headed towards the kitchen. He found Vincenz
He was ignored by Vincenzo who was fiddling with his watch which looked like it was custom made with the latest technology. The police don't even have that technology. No wonder they could never catch him."What's that?" Wade asked, watching in amazement as a hologram popped out from the screen of the watch."Calling for a car,""I'll take an Uber. No thanks,""It's already here," Vincenzo said. A black car came into view outside the window. It was a self-driving car."Fine. Then I'll take it. You're really pushy, you know,"A soft chuckle escaped from Vincenzo's lips."Tonight, we...""We are still what we are," Wade quickly said. Vincenzo nodded.No matter what happens between them, they are still going to be at each others' throats. At least that was what Wade told h
Vincenzo observed him and Wade knew that he must have given himself away. He couldn't do this if Vincenzo kept on getting under his skin, pushing every one of his buttons so easily just by being near him."I was just teasing you. Your temper is quite short recently,""Fine," Wade sighed. "I'm stressed. Okay? Stressed about work? Crime is getting really bad and I have to run from A to B and solve them all, do justice. What do you think?""So you came to see me to relieve your stress. How nice of you," Vincenzo reached a hand out and caressed Wade's cheeks.Wade wanted to swipe his hand away but the warm comfort that he gave to him made him destroy that thought. Instead, he relished in it. No one has touched him like this, not even his ex-girlfriend.No one could ever make him feel like this, only him. He stared back into those deep dark eyes that seem
"Dominic Luciano,""Who the fuck is that?" Wade took out his gun and waited for an opportunity. The only escape was either the fire escape or the back entrance. "Half brother,""Siblings rivalry," Wade remarked."I don't consider him as one. He never treats Francesca like one,"Wade supposed Francesca was the name of his sister. Seeing how vicious this Dominic Luciano is, he bet he must have treated Francesca like shit. Odd but Wade found himself wanting to meet Vincenzo's sister. To be honest, he has never heard of Dominic Luciano before. The guy must have kept himself low profile and avoided being in the headlines, unlike Vincenzo who did everything openly and admitted to whatever crime he did.On that thought, Wade began to wonder whether what Vincenzo said to him before was true. Great, he was starting to believe a criminal. He shouldn't, all criminals were liars and dirty bastards with their hands stained in blood. He knew that Vincenzo probably killed a lot of people with thos
"Why would I shoot myself in the foot?" Vincenzo replied, gazing at him with all manner of seriousness. "Of course you wouldn't. But what I need are answers, Vincenzo. Not empty talk. How could I know that I can trust you?" He glanced at him, biting on his lips. Why did he want to trust Vincenzo? What the fuck was happening to his logic and morals?Vincenzo didn't say a thing. A few seconds later he replied. "Then let's make a deal,"“What deal?” Wade glared at him through the mirror. Can a deal really solve the trust issues between them?They were currently cramped up in the closet with a few pieces of clothing hanging from the hangers. It was a miracle that both of them could fit in. Vincenzo Luciano’s chest was pressed against Wade's back. Wade could feel the warmth from Vincenzo against his skin as the tension in the air started to increase. It wasn't because they were hiding from enemies, it was because he was too close to this jerk. Too close, too close! They were being chase
"N-no, there's still people out there l..looking for us," Wade tried his best to regain his sanity, to fight back against this feeling but all was no use when his hand stroked his cock. "Open your eyes," he demanded. "No," Wade had his eyes shut, unwilling to look at the sorry state of himself. "Do it now. I don't like to repeat myself,"Wade opened his eyes and saw in the mirror, the marks on his skin, Vincenzo's fingers caressing his body and nipples, his other hand stroking his cock that was starting to become bigger and bigger. Vincenzo wanted Wade to see everything, to see the way he reacted when he touched him. What he saw turned Wade on more. Cheeks flushed and his cock turning harder and harder, Wade turned away from the mirror, chest heaving up and down. Vincenzo righted his chin and forced him to look at it. Then Vincenzo slipped a finger into his mouth, leaving his tongue with no space to hide. Tears slipped out of the corner of his eyes as Wade relished in this shamef
Then he looked around at his men. No one seemed to be paying them any attention. Francesca was in the kitchen humming a song, Carlos was tucking Nicholas on the couch while Alvin was playing games on his phone. Marcello was reading some magazines. No one seemed to be paying them any attention. A smile spread across Vincenzo's lips. "Who's going to report us?""Argh," Wade knew that his men were loyal and wouldn't say a thing. Nevertheless, he was worried about it. What if one of the members who wasn't working for Vincenzo reported him to his father? "What do you want to eat?""Anything. It should be what you wanna eat. You have been in prison for some days. I reckon you are craving for something nice. Prison food is terribly horrible," Wade turned to the kitchen. Then he turned to the rest of Mafias. "Are you joining us?" "Nope! No, no," Marcello said. He wanted to give the two lovebirds time. "The both of you can go cuddle up somewhere. I'll take my leave,""I'll cook! And you'll
He always had this uncomfortable feeling like he was being watched by someone. Was it real or just part of his mind? Was he going mad? "You go first, Marcel,""Why? You're not coming?""I need to return to the station before that realize that I've been gone for forty minutes," "Okay," Marcello took the thumb drive and disappeared around the corner. "Wade...?" A voice struck Wade's heart. He whirled around and saw Nicholas standing before him, wearing a confused look. "Why are you everywhere Nik?" Wade sighed, displeasure crossed his face. He probably has heard him say those illegal shit. "I'm staying in this neighborhood. Don't get the wrong idea," Nicholas said, annoyed. "Did you just?" Nik smelt the smoke off Wade.He saw the news that the police station caught fire and now the FBI office was in trouble. He didn't much of it, thinking it was a normal thing, until he saw Wade, covered in what could be said as evidence. He even heard them talking about breaking into the FBI offi
"Here’s our chance! Go!" Marcello said excitedly. They walked toward the building. Alvin pressed a button on his watch, and Wade saw the red lights on the cameras go out.Amidst the chaos, Wade took the elevator up. He entered Agent Mackenzie’s office—the agent in charge of escorting Vincenzo.Wade began to wonder what made Vincenzo think that Greg was working with Dominic Luciano and had a connection to the FBI. Vincenzo seemed to know more than Wade.Wade was curious. What else did Vincenzo know but wasn’t telling him? When he was a kid, he had actually wanted to become an FBI agent. But he decided to be a cop to follow in his mother’s footsteps."Haven’t you noticed how adamant the FBI was about taking Vincenzo away? All their moves seemed calculated and well-coordinated. I’ve linked those photos together with their files. I even hacked into their computer
"Nik," Wade said, looking surprised."I didn't expect to see you here. Who's the cute lady?" Nicholas waved at Francesca. She waved back, smiling."A friend's sister. How's the business?" Wade was referring to the family's business.Nicholas was Wade's cousin. The reason he had been called back from England was to discuss matters with the board of directors at Harrington Inc."Fine. But they prefer you over me. You're the one with the legitimate bloodline. I don't want to stand in for you, Wade. Why... why must you argue with him?" Nicholas let out a weary sigh. He looked like he was ready to land a fist in Wade's face."I'll go in first," Francesca said, sensing that they probably wanted to have this conversation in private.Francesca peered out the window at Nicholas, scanning him from head to toe. He had an angular jaw, blue eyes, and blonde hair. He looke
"What the fuck is he trying to do? Man, he could get himself killed!" Marcello paced the room back and forth after Wade told him about his conversation with Vincenzo—minus the kisses and cringy nicknames."Whatever he's going to do, I'm going with him. I trust him," Alvin said."It's not about trust, Alvin. It's about whether he's going to fucking sacrifice himself to bring that bastard half-brother down. God, if I had known something like this would happen, I would have gone and strangled Dominic myself," Marcello said, making a strangling motion."Except that you were a baby at that time," Wade stated."Someone better invent a time machine, or I'll bomb this world," Marcello grumbled.This time, Carlos kept silent throughout their entire discussion. His gaze, however, was fixed on Wade, making him feel uncomfortable. Wade understood that Carlos was a psycho killer, like V
"Yeah, and Marcello. But what are you trying to do?" Sometimes, Wade couldn't understand what Vincenzo was planning. He didn't even want to think about the crazy, violent stuff Vincenzo might do."Chill, Wade. I won't get you in deep waters.""I think you already did. That one with the tattoos and piercings—he almost killed me if it hadn't been for Alvin, Marcello, and Francesca," Wade said, licking his lips."Carlos, that bastard!" Vincenzo wanted to get out of there really fast after hearing about the injustice his baby had suffered. "I'll crack his skull when I get back.""Jesus, don't kill someone, okay? He was worried about you.""He's a criminal as well. This is the first time you don't want to kill a criminal."Wade sighed, his eyelids fluttering. What could he say? That he realized that bunch of guys didn't seem so bad? Or that he was starting t
Wade promised to deliver a message to someone on behalf of Vincenzo. He went to the location that Vincenzo had given him, still trying to process all the things that had happened to him recently. He, a police chief, was going to contact a criminal. How ironic. Pigeons flew overhead, and old flyers fluttered in the wind. Then, an old, beat-up Mustang drove up to him.The door flung open, and a man stepped out. He eyed Wade before saying, "Hop in.""Are you...?" Wade began."Three fishes in the pond, conquer the world," Wade recited the passphrase Vincenzo had told him in prison.The man nodded. "Add another three to the six, rise with my brothers and sisters."He drove the Mustang to a brick building, pressed the buzzer, and walked in, leading Wade to a room. He fished out a brown envelope from under the bed and handed it to him."I'm Alejandro. Here's what you need to know. Vincenzo and I were working together. Or, you could say that I was basically working for him. He offered me—a de
Carlos was the only one who didn't like Wade at all. He wanted to investigate the motherfucker but Alvin's and Marcello's words stopped him. "What's wrong? You looked like you're having a shitty day," his friend, Gio asked. Gio took a shot of whiskey and sighed. "One hell of a shitty day!" Carlos grumbled. He snatched the bottle away from Gio and gulped down nearly half of its contents. "Still wondering about that guy who insulted you? Sigh... Don't bother with him. We shouldn't bother about the boss' plans and issues. Maybe he's someone important to the boss, an insider in the police station or a double agent," Gio suggested. "I hope you're right," Carlos gripped his bottle so tight that it cracked. By now, everyone knew that Vincenzo was in jail and his survival was bleak. The other gangs have started to come up to them to make trouble. Luckily Alvin and Marcello were around. Or else, everything would really fall apart. "Who's there?" Alvin was about to go crazy, having to kee
"I wanted to show you this," Marcello led him into the building.He showed Wade some files and photos taken discreetly by cameras."Who are they?""Gordon's men and goonies. They are the ones behind the scenes, causing trouble and messing with people. Your dear rookie cop Greg erased all that information on the weapons and where they have been going. Look at them. They've been circulating the city,""Your handwriting's shit," Wade squinted at the book."My dear Enzo's brain must be connected with yours. Both of you think highly of my handwriting. I must be a genius," Marcello wiggled his eyebrows.Wade shook his head. What kind of consigliere is he? He wasn't anything like the files said he was. Marcello looked at him with a deadpan expression."You think it's Dominic Luciano?"