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
"The crime here has gotten so bad. Maybe it's just some gang fight or what but the killings don't match. I dunno, someone is giving them normal peeps guns and weapons, giving them things they shouldn't have to go around and kill people. We need to find the source. They are untraceable. Moreover, the old chief has something to say to you,"In the next few days, Wade didn't see Vincenzo around. He busied himself from rushing here and there, from Manhattan to Chicago to LA. He never stayed in one place for too long. A few cases popped up randomly here and there. Since they looked like they were linked to one another by some similarities, the cases were given to him. Greg, Mark and a few police officers saw no end to it, rushing their asses back and forth alongside Wade. At the end of the day, they got their much-deserved rest. "See you tomorrow. Remember to sleep, okay?" Mark yawned. "I will. We'll celebrate when this case is over. Everyone needs some well-deserved rest," Wade patted
The team force surrounded the warehouse. Wade, at the center, gave the signal for his people to storm the place."Stop! Police! Drop your weapons!""Don't move! Hands in the air!"The warehouse staff broke into sprints but they were tackled to the ground in no time.It so happened that Wade and Vincenzo were both targeting the same warehouse. Wade walked off from his team members. He surveyed the area before he went up to the second floor. He went up to one of the crates. With a metal stick, he managed to pop the cover open. He peered inside. Indeed there were a lot of guns and bullets. He opened one of the boxes and checked the ammo. Freshly produced ammo. The smell of the factory was still there. These weren't the ones that Vincenzo told him were stolen from him.Some bastard was producing weapons. Next, they needed to find and stop the factory from producing
"Get to work. Find out the date and location of that party. Send it to me," Vincenzo walked back to his car after inspecting the warehouse. He didn't want to talk about it with Marcello anymore."Hey, come on, Enzo. Weren't we discussing just fine earlier on? Why are you leaving? Can I come too?" Marcello followed after him, pouting like a child."No, and don't call me Enzo," The car door shut in his face, narrowly missing Marcello's nose."Fuck you. You're just torturing yourself," Marcello muttered as he watched him speed off into the night.Vincenzo and Alvin decided to cover two areas. Alvin would deal with the authorities who were taking bribes from them, while he would deal with the other gangs, pacifying them.Currently, Vincenzo was seated around a big wooden table. Opposite him were the leaders, kingpins, dons and heads of other gangs, big a
Midnight, at the northwest port of New York, a roll of warehouses stood in the open, surrounded by cranes and cargo ships.A black Maybach drove to a stop. Vincenzo got out and strode towards Alvin who was waiting for him by the entrance."What happened?""Thirteen of our men shot, dead. The bullets are ours," Alvin jogged up to Vincenzo."But based on my calculations, they should have run out of the stolen ammo a long time ago. Gordon may have stolen your guns and ammo but it's not enough, considering all the crimes that happened recently. Manhattan, Chicago, LA, Vegas and Philadelphia, all had signs of our weapons," Alvin looked pale."Someone's fucking us over, reproducing our bullets. Framing and messing with us," Vincenzo took out a cigarette and puffed on it rather angrily."If this gets too big, the authorities will be forced to
"I heard that the gangs out there lost a lot too,""So are you saying that it is fair? They're criminals who killed, burnt and raped. We are the guardians of law. It's only right that they get their fucking lives screwed over,""Enough, guys. No fighting," Wade said. "Listen to me. I have a plan. Let's make sure it works, hmm?" Wade clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white as he listened to their discussions. How did these happen?"When you guys stepped into the place, they immediately opened fire, right? Like they know who is the officer and who's the undercover cop. We need to find this mole, asap," Wade's eyes floated to his colleagues around the table. They nodded in agreement.Three hours passed in the meeting room. Wade came up with a plan to cut loose ends and keep things from spreading. So from now on, information would rarely pass through them like it usually woul
Wade leaned his head against Vincenzo's chest, catching his breath. That was the most mind-blowing sex he ever had. What was he going to do now? Now that everything had turned out like this? Now that he knew how much he craved Vincenzo?"Happy birthday, amado," Vincenzo whispered lovingly to him. He kissed Wade's throat and jawline. Wade closed his eyes, relishing in the pleasure. A soft whimper escaped from his lips when Vincenzo bit his collarbone. Wade's body was marked thoroughly by Vincenzo, the signs of their intense lovemaking dotted his torso and inner thighs. There was even a bite mark near his right nipple."Now what are you planning to do?" Wade asked."You want to leave here?" Vincenzo asked."Of course. You ruined everything, my party, possibly my image and m-my... myself," Wade exhaled. Vincenzo forced him to admit his sexuality, that he liked men. No, liked Vincenzo. Wade never felt this way around other men. It was like he was made for Vincenzo. "Whoever dares laugh a
That was the best fucking handjob he has in his life no matter how much he hated to admit it.Then he slid his finger in, making Wade's knees shake and wobble. His sweat glistened in the moonlight, rolling down the curve of his back. This time he was sober. He was fully sober. A part of him demanded and screamed at him to fight back. Resist it.Don't let him take you like a toy. Don't let him fuck you like this. I need to-Another finger dived in, stretching Wade's ass. "Mmm... Fuck," Wade mumbled, tears clung to the corner of his eyes. The pain he felt when Vincenzo intruded into his hole vanished, replaced by pleasure. Damnit. Fuck. He wanted to resist it but he failed to. The moment Vincenzo touched him, every self-control was thrown out the window. "You're so fucking tight, so fucking full. Like your ass is meant to be fucked by me," The lust in Vincenzo's voice drove Wade to the edge. He just cum, so why did he feel like this again? Vincenzo must have wanted to break him beca
Wade then unzipped his pants. All he had to do was fuck Moana and cum in her. All he needed was physical touch, someone to touch his cock like what Vincenzo did, then everything will be okay. Moana shimmered out of her dress and stood bare before him. She looked shyly at him. He kissed her again, and again and again. But that electric feeling wasn't there. Fuck, how can he feel it again?Her body was indeed gorgeous. However, his cock didn't jump and neither did his heart beat faster. He didn't get that feeling, that certain feeling he felt when Vincenzo fucking Luciano touched him, kissed him and looked at him. Moana wrapped her hands around his cock and began to give him a handjob. She teased his balls and gave him a coy smile. "Wade, I want you," she purred. Wade opened his mouth but no words came out. Why was it so hard to tell her that he wanted her as well?Meanwhile, Vincenzo drove up to the house which was filled with laughter and music. He surveyed the area from afar. No W
"Ah-ha! I know that look. You DO have someone on your mind. Quick, tell me. Which lucky girl is it?" Jessica looked eager to dig out information.Wade felt his tongue stiffened. How was he supposed to tell her that the person who was constantly on his mind wasn't a girl? "I..I.. um... Not sure about it yet,"Her face sank. She looked at him like he was an idiot. "Are you kidding me? You're already constantly thinking about her and you say that you're not sure? Wade, honey, let me ask you a few questions. Does your skin heat up whenever she's near?""Um.. yeah," Wade nodded. "Okay. Do you feel your heart race when she touches you and your cock ache to feel her?" "Yes," Wade gulped. It sounded all positive. Jesus fucking Christ. "Have you kissed before?"He nodded. "Have you, you know, fuck her in bed or whatever?" "It's her who takes the initiative," Wade gulped, his chest feeling stuffy. Jessica's eyes widened. "Wow, she must be so energetic. And you done it a few times? Damn,
Vincenzo walked up the stairs, towards Wade, slowly, exuding an imposing aura. Wade didn't reply. He tried his best to mask his feelings, he didn't want to wear them on his face like he fucking every time did, yet he knew that he did. They stood there, unmoving, inches away from each other. It took Wade a lot of self-control to turn his gaze away from Vincenzo. He couldn't look at him any longer. One more minute and he would be doing some shit that he was sure he didn't regret but wanted to regret. After Wade left and slammed the door shut, Vincenzo stood on the staircase in silence. The shadows shrouded him like he belonged, the devil he was, dark and dangerous, wicked and bloodthirsty. He glanced up at Wade's room for some time before he left. The sun poured in through the window, casting fabulous golden rays. Wade glanced at his phone screen. Time to get up and to work. He tip toed cautiously downstairs.After what happened last night, Wade felt like he shouldn't be seeing Vin