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.
The place was crawling with criminals. As soon as Wade took a seat and ordered a beer, a few bulky men with tattoos on their arms glared at him like he was their prey.
At some times, Wade looked a little too innocent to be a cop which made many people misunderstood him. He still had the air of a cheerful youth.
Mark came back from his conversation with that girl and joked, "What a hottie. Next time I'll introduce you to some girls. Don't be jealous,"
"Who said I'm jealous?" Wade sipped his glass while his eyes scanned around for the spy. Hmm... The spy didn't show up. Could something have happened and there has been a change of plans?
"Come on! You haven't had a girlfriend in years! I know you had one in highschool but that was because she pestered you everyday. With your good looks and charm, I'm sure many girls would be falling at your feet," Mark laughed.
"Yeah, right," Wade only smiled. Because of his busy work life, he didn't had time for any romantic dates.
"It's so late....." Mark's eyes casually swept over the nightclub. What exactly were they waiting for?
Wade sighed and got up to move his limbs. A person came out of nowhere and bumped into Wade, causing him to lose his balance and knock into the bunch of fierce looking men at the opposite table.
"Oh, sorry," Wade apologized but the men didn't think so. One of them slammed a fist onto the table and stood up to his full height, towering over Wade.
Wade noticed the table had evident cracks on it. Oh, this man was sure strong as hell.
"Shit," Wade mumbled to himself. He knew he was in big trouble.
"Watch where you're going, pretty boy!" The muscular tattooed man growled.
He grabbed Wade by the collar. Wade didn't want any trouble so he tried to placate the man to the best of his abilities.
"Easy, man. Sorry, it was an accident," Wade put on a charming smile.
"Accident? You knock into my boss' table and you think you can get away with just a 'sorry'? Kneel down and kiss my boss' feet!" The tattooed man tightened his grip on Wade's collar, almost choking him.
"Hey, put him down! Stupid bastard, you just want trouble, right!?" Mark yelled from behind.
Suddenly all eyes were on them, asserting the two men. Many people watched them like waiting for a good show.
"He looks tiny compared to the other man. I don't think he'll stand a chance," A woman dressed in a shiny body hugging dress caressed her long nails fondly.
"Who cares? Let's watch a good show," her friend laughed.
Many people watched them with anticipation of a fight, some of them taunting and mocking Wade as they had nothing better to do.
Wade would like to fight against the tattooed man but he didn't want to reveal his identity, so he pretended to be meek.
"Sir, how about this? We go outside and talk. What do you say?" Wade signalled to Mark not to make a move.
"Let's TALK here," the tattooed man then lifted Wade off his feet, forcing him up into the air.
The tattooed proceeded to choke off Wade's air supply while demanding him to apologize.
Fine! He won't let people bully him! Wade gave up being docile and landed a kick to the man's stomach. However, the tattooed man had hard abs so his kick didn't do much damage. Wade was about to land another attack when a voice that sounded extremely cold pierced through the air.
"Put him down,"
The tattooed man turned and scowled. However when he saw the person, a chill ran up his spine and his lips began to quiver. Immediately, he recognized the man who stood on the right behind the one who spoke just now. That man was Albert, one of the Mafia King's trusted man.
Albert seemed to show a great amount of respect for the man in the middle. Then that means that the one in the middle was…
The tattooed man placed Wade down, whispered something to his boss. The boss' face changed expression and he started to tremble.
"Let's go!" The boss and his gang quickly left the nightclub
Wade coughed a few times and rubbed the spot where he was almost strangled. He almost revealed himself if someone didn't came and saved him!
He turned to the man who saved him and smiled gratefully, "Thanks for your help. How about I treat you to a drink?"
The man's eyes met with Wade's. He was a few years older than him. Those eyes were dark and deep, his gaze seemingly to bore a hole into Wade's soul as he stared at him. The man standing before him carried a dangerous yet alluring aura.
"A drink?"
When the man spoke, Wade felt his heart skipped a beat.
"You're not afraid I'll spike your drink, are you?" Wade joked and laughed.
"Go ahead. Take advantage of me. I would like to see who has the upper hand," the man smirked devilishly.
"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
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