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
"Oh, I fucking dare. How about a fist?" "What?" Wade looked confused. Then he realized where Vincenzo was looking at. He pulled the pillow over his lap, holding it tighter. Fisting? Oh my god! Vincenzo was going to fist his ass?! He never experienced such thing before. Then Vincenzo smirked and turned to Francesca. "Go get me some sauce,""Isn't there enough?" Francesca shot Vincenzo an angry look."There isn't," "Fine. You're so terrible," she grumbled, then got up and went into the kitchen. Wade finally realized why Vincenzo made that excuse. It was so that he could fuck him! "Damn you, aren't you fucking shameless?! I'll going to break that finger if it dares to touch me one more time!" Wade warned. "Dear, if cumming when I touched you isn't-""I am not! I'm straight! That was just an accident, that was because you seduced me!" Wade denied it. He denied that he felt oddly safe and comfortable with him, he denied that whenever Vincenzo fucking touched him, he felt like a stran
The next day, Wade dragged his legs to the kitchen. His ass felt a little sore but not like the first time when Vincenzo penetrated his ass with his cock. He saw a note attached to a magnet on the fridge. Francesca had written a list of things they should do together. He groaned. She was definitely going to boss him around. Great. The thought of spending more time with Vincenzo brought goosebumps to him. That bastard will definitely not make things easy, jumping at him at every chance he gets. Besides, Wade had to check in for work. In the living room, he heard Francesca whining and acting spoilt. "Come on! It's called family bonding time. You never spent any time with me since I returned," Francesca whined. "Do I need to?" Vincenzo replied. "Don't go to the house yet," she was saying when she spotted Wade heading to the door. "Wade, where are you going? It's still early. You haven't eaten breakfast yet,""It's okay. I'm going to work," "Work? Can I come with you then? Vincenzo
"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,"