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
"Kids. They grow up, discover the world out there, and... Change. They found themselves, their happiness,"Wade being gay meant that the family's business would have no heir. Heirs. That was what Henry wanted. He wanted to have grandkids. He wanted to teach all his life skills, knowledge and experience to someone. Unfortunately, the Gods weren't on his side. He experienced the loss of his wife. Therefore he was afraid to lose another loved one again. Hence he was strict and stern with Wade. He wanted to train him as the next heir to the Harrington empire. But that only destroyed whatever relationship the father and son had."Happiness..." Henry muttered."Master, forgive me for saying this. Everyone has a different form of happiness. Yours is fulfilling what your father entrusted to you and your wife's, he is living his dream. You did everything for the family and business, neglecting yourself and your
At the highest floor of the penthouse, near the pool, Vincenzo lay in a deckchair. He had made his boyfriend lie with him in that crowded space. Vincenzo kissed Wade on the lips, nibbling lightly."Your father...""I know," Vincenzo said.It was with him that Wade felt complete and whole. Without him, he would always feel like a part of him was missing. Perhaps Vincenzo was that missing part."He'll definitely do something. You broke the taboo," Wade said, looking worried."Worried about me? Hmm... This is all worth it," Vincenzo replied.Wade shook his head. He should have known better than to express his concern. Vincenzo would have something to brag about."I should really punch your arrogance off your face," Wade said.
"Hey, chief! Look who's back after a two-week-long vacation! Never thought you were the one who takes them, though," Mark said, slapping him on the shoulder. "I really needed a break. Nik has been bothering me like hell," Wade groaned. "So, what's the situation? I heard they caught a criminal from the Luciano family." "Alvin Martinez. The feds took him away." What does the FBI want with him? Wade wondered. How was he going to get him out? He could pay a visit to the FBI office under the guise of seeing his old classmate. Other than that, he couldn't think of any way to get Alvin out. At night, Wade crept into the prison. He stood looking at the cameras above their heads. Behind him, Lorenzo, the man Vincenzo had assigned to him, was typing on a device. He looked up and nodded to Wade. They walked deeper into the prison and found Alvin sitting there, leaning against the wall. "Alvin," Wade called in a hushed whisper. "It's dangerous here. What's up?" Alvin went over to th
"Stay away from my son," the middle-aged man warned. Finally, it dawned on Wade. He had seen this man's face in the files before. Salvatore Luciano. Vincenzo's father. "I would like to. But he wouldn't," Wade replied. He dared to talk back, though he feared for his life. He had heard things about him. "Then I will make him." "You're not respecting his choices. Is that how you treat your sons? Like what happened to Dominic?" Wade understood that Dominic, too, had craved his father's approval. But he had ventured off the path and become a bloodthirsty devil, consumed by thoughts of revenge. Salvatore's gaze darkened. He walked toward Wade. Every brain cell in Wade screamed at him to run and go along. But Wade refused. "Dominic is Dominic. Vincenzo is Vincenzo. Don't mix them up, cop," he spat, disdain and contempt written across his dark pupils. Wade shivered. He felt an invisible noose tighten around his neck. "Leave him. Or I'll make you." "And if I don't?" Wade questi
They stayed at the penthouse for a few days. Wade turned on the TV and watched the news."The feds have determined that the body belongs to the ex-chief, Bennett," the newscaster spoke. "A war between two gangs. One gang led by Dominic Luciano..."They had discovered the connections between Bennett and Dominic Luciano, throwing the entire city into panic and confusion. How they found out about that deep, dark secret was indeed a mystery. It was like someone had dug it out painstakingly and delivered it to the world on a platter."You have an insider in the feds?" Wade was surprised."Mmm..." Vincenzo nodded."God, you're letting me know your deep and dark secrets. Not afraid I'll tell on you?" Wade said."Would you?" Vincenzo pulled him onto his lap. Wade almost stumbled and lost his footing had it not been for Vincenzo steadying him by the waist. Their posit
"No, wait," Wade lowered his gun as he noticed that they were gunning down and hacking Dominic's people.Vincenzo stiffened. He glared at a middle-aged man with partially grey hair."What the fuck are you still doing here? The feds are on their way! Get the fuck out of here," the middle-aged man looked angry. Then he looked at Wade, disdain reflected in his pupils. Wade felt a little uncomfortable to be asserted by those eyes. He knew very well what type of person the man was. A killer.Somehow, Vincenzo obeyed the man without putting up a fight. He walked over, interlocking his fingers with Wade's, pulling him along. The middle-aged man scowled.The sound of sirens in the background was loud as they made their way to a car stashed near the bushes. Marcello was in the car."Where's Alvin?""Alvin... He... He went to distract the
Dominic had called the feds and cops. He wasn’t afraid of getting caught because he had connections with them. No wonder. Seeing his face twisting into rage, Dominic laughed."Perhaps you should think before you leap," a gun pressed against Dominic's head from behind, a cold voice resonating in the tense atmosphere.Dominic laughed, unfazed. "Alvin Martinez. How glad I am to meet you. I’ve heard things about you.""Shut it. Drop your weapon," Alvin ordered."Alvin! Where the hell did you come from? We were all so worried!" Marcello was surprised. Apparently, Marcello hadn’t stayed in his hiding place and had followed them upstairs."It’s no use. They’re on their way!" Dominic laughed even more as Alvin pressed the gun into his head."Your grandmother would be pleased," Dominic grinned. "Her grandson is so good! She’s too old to play with, perhaps the king of hell would like a taste of her."For a second there, Alvin wavered. "Touch her and—""And die? Hahaha, I’m already in your hands
Wade coughed, his vision turning blurrier and blurrier. He could hear Bennett laughing, his lips moving, saying something, but it wasn’t clear. His eyes drifted to a metal bar lying on the ground not far away.He strained, reached out, and his fingers wrapped around the cool metal surface. Then he swung it haphazardly at Bennett. The pressure on his neck was released, and Wade sucked in air, gasping. Making use of the momentum, he rolled over and slammed the bar down on Bennett. Bennett lodged kicks and punches into his stomach, knocking the air out of his lungs.He ignored the pain, anger fueling his hatred. How dare this bastard call his mother names?! Even if she wasn’t clean, she was a damn good mother who cared and fucking loved him like any other mother in the world. He slammed the bar down, again and again, lost in his anger and thoughts.Anger coursed through his veins, fueling his adrenaline as he raised the bar and brought it down on Bennett. All the words Bennett had said a
All heads turned to look up at the man who had spoken. He walked down the stairs, smirking coldly. Once Bennett saw him, he quickly moved over to his side. Wade recognized who that man was. They have been thrown into this situation thanks to him. He burned with every hatred of his fiber."Dominic Luciano," Marcello gripped his knives tighter. He was ready to back up Vincenzo and fight Dominic to the depths of hell. "Sorry, but I'm not going to give you an easy death. Say, let's have some fun, shall we?" Dominic gestured to his surroundings. More of his men poured in, holding various weapons, clubs, axes, maces, guns and hammers. "Fuck, we're screwed," Marcello sighed. They were outnumbered. Many of their men had fallen during the fight earlier. And where was the fuck is Alvin? He scanned their surroundings, even the ceiling. No Alvin."Damn bastard couldn't have run off on his own?" Carlos said, glaring at Dominic. "So your men run off? Hahaha, pathetic and expected of your pigs,"