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
"Really?" She had a skeptical look on her face. After all, Wade was quite young and serving as the chief was already a big responsibility. He could do this because of his test results. He scored the highest out of all of them. Wade gave her a reassuring smile. "Just a cup of hot cocoa and a good night's sleep will do the trick. No worries,""Alright. Take care," Jenna watched him walk past her, concern in her eyes. She wanted to follow him but she knew that he wouldn't be pleased, thinking that she saw him as a weak and incapable man. Jenna sighed. Her phone rang. Wade paid for his stuff and headed to his apartment. He walked passed the alleyways and saw two men making out, moaning loudly. Somehow the scene reminded him of Vincenzo. Shit, he was thinking of him again. The men were too caught up in their act to notice him. Wade quickly walked off. He needed that alcohol more than ever. Meanwhile, Vincenzo was still trying to catch Gordon. Gordon has been messing with him and using h
A large red handprint stained his cheek red and a plaster over his right eyebrow, Wade made his way to the bar again. He had no idea what was wrong with him and why he kept returning to this particular bar. It was as if he was addicted to it. He already drunk up what he bought at the supermarket yet he still felt the need to drink and to come here.There was another particular person who also frequented the bar. When Vincenzo saw the large red handprint on his cheek, his heart felt like it was stabbed by a sharp knife. Who dared to touch him? He will kill that person! "Your face..." Vincenzo reached out to touch his cheek but Wade turned away. "Nothing. Just got into an accident," Wade explained.It didn't look like an accident to Vincenzo at all. He felt a strong urge to touch where it hurt, to comfort him and relieve his pain. "Drink?" He asked instead."Yeah," He came here for the alcohol and he will get it no matter what. Vincenzo stared at him as Wade took two shots of whiskey
Wade came home, carrying a few bags of groceries. He dumped everything into the fridge and went to search for Vincenzo."Hey, I’m going to cook dinner. Don’t blame me if you get diarrhea!" he called.Vincenzo emerged from upstairs, all dressed up in a suit. He fixed his tie and cuffs.Dressed like a businessman, Wade couldn’t keep his eyes off him. Even in proper clothing, Vincenzo was hot as fuck."Let’s skip the cooking. Go on a date,""Well, I’ve never been out on a proper date," Wade said, suddenly feeling nervous."Then it’s a first. Get dressed up. I’m not in the mood for diarrhea tonight,"Wade realized that he didn’t have many clothes. All he had were normal T-shirts and sweaters—nothing attractive or matching with Vincenzo. They were indeed worlds apart.H
After stitching Vincenzo up, Marianna gave some instructions on how to care for his wound. She made sure Wade jotted them down.Wade had a notepad and pen in his hands. He followed her back and forth while she spoke, as if she were giving a lecture in class."He has a tendency to split open his wounds before they heal. Keep an eye on your boyfriend. Oh, and," she pulled Wade to the side and whispered, "He likes—"She patted his shoulders and headed toward the door. "Don’t need to see me out. I know the door very well.""You seem close," Wade said. He watched her leave and decided he might like this doctor."She’s the gang doctor, coming over every now and then when one of us cracks a bone," Vincenzo explained."I’m going to order some takeout," Wade said.Perhaps one day he should learn how to cook. The food arrive
"Shit! What a perfect way to wipe out all the evidence," He was sure that by the next morning, there would be news claiming a gas spill or someone smoking at the factory had caused it to blow up. His gaze fell on Vincenzo's injured arm. Fuck, Vincenzo needed medical attention right away.Wade didn’t dare take him to the hospital for fear of being recognized. So he brought him back home and looked for the first aid kit."Where’s the damn kit?""I don’t know.""What?! You’re bleeding out here, and you don’t even know where it is?!""How would I know? I’ve never been shot many times before. I was always careful," Vincenzo shrugged weakly. Wade looked away from him, guilt creeping into his chest. Careful. Until he met me."I’m calling the doc," Wade said, frustration spilling out. His boyfriend was bleeding out, and yet he was so damn calm. Honestly, things like death freaked Wade out. They made him feel powerless and useless—a feeling he hated and despised."No.""Yes. We are calling the
Wade never expected that the man who had taught him this and that since the day he joined the police turned out to be the one behind all of this. Then what was the relationship between them? Did Bennett count it as nothing but a façade?Memories of him and Bennett laughing, celebrating, and drinking together resurfaced. Wade didn’t know what to make of it. Bennett was clean! Spotless! Wasn’t his record clear as day?! How could this have happened?As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he knew that he had been lied to and cheated by Bennett. He was used and made a fool of. Anger swelled in his chest, but he could only swallow it down. Now, his lover’s life was on the line. Benefits. What benefits did Dominic offer him?If Bennett was here, then their lives were in huge trouble. It was possible that Dominic was on the way.What did Bennett have to do with Gordon? Vincenzo wondered."What are you to Gordon?" Vincenzo asked.Bennett had a cocky look as he looked him over."Want to know? I
Wasn’t that Bennett’s voice? But what was he doing here? Undercover like him?Vincenzo froze. His hand tightened its hold on Wade’s, reluctant to let go. However, Wade pulled his hand out of Vincenzo’s."Who are you?" Wade asked, caution laced in his tone. Vincenzo gripped the knife hidden underneath his jacket."Wade?" Bennett was surprised. Wade turned around and came face-to-face with the old chief."Bennett, why are you here?!" From surprise to shock to happiness flashed across his eyes.Bennett’s eyes floated over to Vincenzo, and they widened in fear. He raised his gun at Vincenzo, scowling."Wait, no! He's with me. Bennett, please put your gun down," Wade stood between them, a hand reached out to calm Bennett down."Isn’t he in prison? What the fuck is he doing here?!" Bennett glared at Vincenzo.
"Isn't that true?" Wade cocked an eyebrow."Untrue," Vincenzo grabbed him and pressed him against the wall."Shit, what are you doing? Not here! Why can't you keep your hands to yourself?""Says the one who has been seducing me right from the start," Vincenzo breathed against Wade's cheeks and ears, causing his heart to jump wildly in his chest."Honeydew, I can order you around as much as I want, and you're gonna listen, is that clear?"Wade took a deep breath to calm his racing heart. Vincenzo always had some kind of magical effect on him. Every time he was near, it made him feel like he could drop everything he was doing and rush to him, hold him, hug him, and stay with him."In private, yes. But I'll bite, and you don't want to know how hard I can bite," Wade said, warning him.However, Vincenzo looked pleased. "Then bite me. Bite me
They crept together into the factory."Are we working together, or...""Don’t disturb me, or ruin my plans," Wade said."I think you’d better return," Vincenzo latched onto his wrist."Why?""It’s dangerous, I don’t want you to get hurt."Wade jerked his hand out of Vincenzo’s grip and glared at him."I’m doing this,""You don’t have to prove yourself to anyone anymore. I know you’re capable, baby. Your father doesn’t appreciate you, but I do,"Hearing that, tears stung his eyes. Wade took a deep breath."It’s not about proving myself to anyone. It’s about justice,""Are you sure?""We can work together," Wade nodded."Huh, pretty coming out of your
"Are you okay? I haven't been able to get in touch with you," Jessica said, looking worried. She watched Wade paced the room back and forth, reading heaps of files."I'm doing fine. Just busy.""You're always busy. Your cousin Nicholas came over and said hi.""Oh, what else did he say? Badmouth me behind my back?""No. He talked about the meetings and the board of directors. He doesn’t want the CEO seat," Jessica said. "That’s a lot of money sitting there. Plus, your father’s getting old. He’s desperate for a successor. It’s a family business after all."Wade stopped in his tracks and sighed. "Are you asking me to go back?""Why would I? That’s up to you. I was just thinking if the two of you could sit down peacefully and not claw at each other’s throats. But it looks impossible. I’m not going to bother ab
"Oh really? How did you know that?" Vincenzo was surprised."I was wondering why the drugs in the city have gotten lower than before. I called Francesca and asked her. Thanks, Vincenzo," Wade said, looking touched."No need to thank me, amado. Everything I do is for you.""Why did you become a cop? Is it solely because of your mother?""Because I fucking hate crimes," Wade replied."But I do crime," Vincenzo said, casting a complicated look at him.."Crime, not you," Wade said. How could he hate the man who took away his pain, picked him up when he was at his lowest moment, and gave him the warmth he craved?"Then why did you become a Mafia member?""It runs in the family. I don’t get to choose where or when I was born,""If you had a chance, would you still choose to become a Mafia me