"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
"You're fast," Wade remarked, smiling like his heart didn't beat so fast earlier. "Could have dug my heart out,""You're not bad yourself," Vincenzo pulled the knife back and sheathed it somewhere. Jesus, why was he missing this feeling? He felt like he couldn't last a day without fighting it and arguing with Vincenzo. Has he finally gone mad? They cleared up after playing rounds of cards and bickering over who won or lost. Vincenzo was a fast learner. Soon he was on par with Wade. Wade started to regret teaching him. If he was so good at learning, he could have taught himself. Why did he feel like Vincenzo purposely wanted him to teach him?"Well, are you staying the night or....""Would you let me walk out this door?" Wade said. "Can you?" Vincenzo raised an eyebrow.Wade sighed. He could if he tried hard but that would mean wasting a lot of his strength and energy plus thrashing the house, not that he cared. He just wanted to sleep where he could see Vincenzo.He ended up staying
"Remind me again why the heck am I living with a psycho Mafia killer?" Wade took up the offer however hard he tried to make himself reluctant. But he didn't feel like he was reluctant."Maybe because I'm charming," Vincenzo said, opening the front door and leading Wade in."Yeah, right. You're real charming," he replied sarcastically. He tossed his suitcase to one side and his bags onto the couch. Vincenzo gazed at the messy bags."Going to drink again? It's weekends," "Better than wasting my time here with you," Wade said. Vincenzo's lips quirked up. "Then why are you here?" He asked as if he knew the answer yet he just wanted to hear Wade's. Yeah, why was he here anyway? Wade had no answer to that. "I'm feeling comfortable here, that's all," Wade put on a nonchalant look and said. How could he tell him that he... he... missed him? Wade had brought along a bottle of whiskey he bought from Walmart. He popped the cap open and brought it to his lips. Just as he was about to drink, t
"If you're stressed in the future, come to me," Vincenzo said."And what? We talk? You're not my colleague. That's impossible. I'll be revealing police secrets to you. I can't possibly share everything with you,""About your problems, not work," Vincenzo chuckled."Can you fix them? It's useless even if I tell you anyway," Wade laughed like he was making the most ridiculous joke. He would probably wave it off and forget it the next day."Well, can the alcohol fix them?""At least for the night," he shrugged."I can fix them all day and night," Vincenzo bragged.Wade stared at him, taking in his gorgeous face and eyes."How?"Vincenzo walked closer to him until his space was filled with nothing but everything Vincenzo. He occupied his five senses. All he could think about wa
Wade was adamant about opening the door while Vincenzo stopped him. He shot Vincenzo a suspicious look."Hey, Vincenzo! What are you doing?! Are you fucking planning on leaving me out here in the cold?" Francesca pounded on the door, livid."Huh, the young lady out there knows your name. Can I know what's your relationship with her? You didn't leave her out there after fucking her?" Wade tried to sound like he was teasing him but his voice came out more serious than he expected. Shit, why did he care about that?He shouldn't be giving a fuck with whom Vincenzo goes or fucks with. Sensing his questionable gaze, Vincenzo still didn't let him open the door.It wasn't until Wade approached him and pretended to kiss him that Vincenzo lost it. They were too close. Vincenzo could feel the heat rushing through his entire body just as Wade took the initiative. However... Their lips didn't to
Mark thought he saw someone similar to Wade walk around the corner and disappear down an aisle. He followed but there was no one there. He strained his neck, surveying his surroundings when a hand clamped down on his shoulder, making him jump in fright. "Hey, Mark! What's up?" Wade appeared behind him, smiling. "You scared me! Jesus!" Mark calmed down within seconds and replied, "Nothing. Thought I saw you with a girl or something,""Are you kidding me? How could there be a girl? Do I have time for that?" Wade shot him a skeptical look. Mark laughed. "Yeah, you're the workaholic kind of person and you're not the shopping kind. What makes you finally want to dive in for a proper meal? I told you last time it was unhealthy but you didn't give a shit,""Just having a lot of free time lately. How's it going?" Wade made a casual talk with Mark."Like shit and hell mixed together. The old chief is looking for you. Told me to inform you to come tomorrow,""Bennett again. Alright," Wade w
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?"