"Get to work. Find out the date and location of that party. Send it to me," Vincenzo walked back to his car after inspecting the warehouse. He didn't want to talk about it with Marcello anymore.
"Hey, come on, Enzo. Weren't we discussing just fine earlier on? Why are you leaving? Can I come too?" Marcello followed after him, pouting like a child.
"No, and don't call me Enzo," The car door shut in his face, narrowly missing Marcello's nose.
"Fuck you. You're just torturing yourself," Marcello muttered as he watched him speed off into the night.
Vincenzo and Alvin decided to cover two areas. Alvin would deal with the authorities who were taking bribes from them, while he would deal with the other gangs, pacifying them.
Currently, Vincenzo was seated around a big wooden table. Opposite him were the leaders, kingpins, dons and heads of other gangs, big a
The team force surrounded the warehouse. Wade, at the center, gave the signal for his people to storm the place."Stop! Police! Drop your weapons!""Don't move! Hands in the air!"The warehouse staff broke into sprints but they were tackled to the ground in no time.It so happened that Wade and Vincenzo were both targeting the same warehouse. Wade walked off from his team members. He surveyed the area before he went up to the second floor. He went up to one of the crates. With a metal stick, he managed to pop the cover open. He peered inside. Indeed there were a lot of guns and bullets. He opened one of the boxes and checked the ammo. Freshly produced ammo. The smell of the factory was still there. These weren't the ones that Vincenzo told him were stolen from him.Some bastard was producing weapons. Next, they needed to find and stop the factory from producing
Another gunshot rang out.Wade froze for a while before he turned and saw who Vincenzo shot.Everything happened too fast. But all he knew was that the moment he turned his head, he saw Greg collapsed to the floor.Damnit! Greg was bleeding out on the ground!"Fuck! Vincenzo! Why did you fucking shoot him?" Wade took out his gun and pointed it at Vincenzo, who covered the distance between them."He was going to shoot you," Vincenzo's eyes looked dangerously dark."No. That can't be. He's a rookie. He can't even hold a gun properly. He needs medical attention now!" Wade tried to justify but he himself saw what Greg just did."He tried to kill you," Vincenzo said.Wade's eyes fell on the bullet that narrowly missed his head just now. That came from Greg, alright.He could be
"Let's return, okay?" Mark patted his back, comforting him.As the police and doctors left the site, Marcello came out from one of the metal crates. He had been hiding there for some time, witnessing the whole interaction between Vincenzo and Wade."Fuck! Enzo's cute boyfriend is a cop?! This is so screwed up!" Marcello called Alvin and told him the shocking news. Apparently, Alvin wasn't as shocked as he was."You knew? Why did you keep it from me?" Marcello grumbled, feeling left out."I couldn't get a hold of you," Alvin replied weakly."Yeah I get it. You didn't sleep again, huh? Why do you have to torture yourself like this? One tortures himself because of love, another because of work or whatever you're hiding in your heart," Marcello said."W-what do you mean? Hiding what?" Alvin's throat felt dried all of sudden.&nb
WARNING! MATURE CONTENT!!!He went about his day as always. But he still couldn't shake that feeling, feeling empty like a part of him was taken away. That emptiness was now eating him from inside and out. Wade went to the bar and downed a few cups of whiskey. But the alcohol could no longer help him. Even in a drunken state, that feeling was still there. It became so bad that Wade was close to pulling his hair out.That night, he crept into the prison. He stopped before Vincenzo's cell and called out softly to him."Vincenzo? Vincenzo? Where are you? Vincenzooo..." His speech was slurred and his vision was a little blurry. The smell of alcohol was reeking off him.In the dark cell, light poured from a single window from above, casting an otherworldly glow on the man. The man stepped out of the shadows and to the bars."What are you doing here?" Vincenzo's tone didn't sound i
"You know that we are in a prison. You're not afraid if someone walks in on us and sees me fucking your tight ass?"Wade looked at him for a few seconds, seemingly in deep thought. Then he said, "Let them see. I don't give a fuck,""You don't give a fuck? Where's my prim and proper cop? Your reputation could get destroyed,""Ever since I met you," Wade reached a hand out and touched Vincenzo's cheek, brushing over his stubble. "I've lost myself. What is prim and proper? All that doesn't matter anymore. I need you, Vincenzo, now, in me, on me," Wade pulled Vincenzo and wanted to kiss his lips. Vincenzo stopped him, creating distance between their lips.Wade furrowed, confused."I don't want you to give up yourself, or your dreams just because of me, Wade. That's why I'm not forcing you. Are you sure you want this? Want me? There's no backing out. Once you'r
Wade wanted to help Vincenzo get out of prison too but the guy said he didn't want to implicate him and could do it all on his own. This was the first time Wade was helping a criminal, one that he fucked, to escape out of prison. Jesus fucking Christ, he was going to get convicted for this.Greg. He thought of the rookie cop. Greg was on all their missions where accidents happened. When the accidents or mishaps happened, he got out safely but with little injuries alongside a few of his comrades. He fooled those comrades and used their words as proof that it wasn't him. No wonder no one suspected him for a long time.But who was Greg working for? More importantly, it seemed as if Greg was working with whoever stole Vincenzo's guns and ammo.He will have to do justice for Vincenzo but in a discreet way. But what will he do? Wade went to buy a cup of coffee. As he was walking back to the station, two men b
"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?"
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
Vincenzo wanted to be the only one who claimed Wade as his, including his tongue. He was jealous over that mention of a tongue? Possessive bastard, Wade thought."Why don't you work as an FBI agent? With your qualifications, I'm sure you'll be able to enroll. The salary is higher too. You won't have to suffer.""Wait, work as an FBI agent? Won't I be catching your ass every day?""A crooked one," Vincenzo suggested with a naughty smirk."Oh god, just how dangerous is that?" Wade groaned. He knew what Vincenzo was up to. Instead of catching him or fighting him, Vincenzo was probably going to flirt or fuck him to death."I'm not taking your suggestions. You're such a bad influence," Wade harrumphed. "How's your arm?""Getting better. As long as you kiss me.""Don't start. I know your tricks.""I got you a little gift," Vincenzo said, pushing a box across the table. Then he sipped his wine, casting a sidelong glance at Wade."What's this? Another prank?" Wade looked at him suspiciously.
Wade's ears burned at those words. "Fuck, I've never been to one of those. I don't dare to step into one either. You seemed... like you've gone there before,"He pictured Vincenzo walking into a sex toy shop with someone else. A wave of jealousy washed over him. "Of course. I pictured buying those toys and sticking them into your tight ass, and a plug to keep my cum into your tight hole,"Wade's cheeks burned even more. His cock was starting to get hard just from hearing those dirty words. They walked into a sex shop. Wade didn't want to be seen together with Vincenzo, feeling shy all of a sudden. What the hell was he doing here anyway? He never sets foot into something as ridiculous as this. A woman in a black and white uniform walked up to them. "Hello! How can I help you and your....?" She peered behind Vincenzo's back. If he wasn't in public, Vincenzo would have jutted a knife in her neck for looking at his boyfriend. But he had to put on a nice expression in public. "We'll ta
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