"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
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
"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,
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
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 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
"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
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?"