"My name is Vincenzo Luciano,"
Luciano??!! T..that Luciano??!! He was actually the world's….
Wade felt goosebumps crawling up his skin. Vincenzo Luciano, the world's most powerful and wanted criminal, the enigmatic Mafia King, the one who has many gangs working under him, the one whom the FBI and Interpol don't dare to touch, that Vincenzo Luciano?
Double shit! Wade only knew one thing at this moment. He was screwed!
In his head, Wade was cursing himself for being stupid and clumsy. How could he not know that was Vincenzo Luciano?!
This Luciano guy was the one the previous police chief and FBI had been trying to catch. So this was the big criminal that everyone failed to catch? If he could catch him and put him behind bars, then at least half the world would be rid of crime.
The man laughed, amusement in his dark eyes.
"Officer, you have fallen into my trap. Whatcha gonna do?" Vincenzo continue to let his fingers trailed down Wade's back.
Wade shivered, his stomach squeezing on itself.
Even though Wade was wearing clothes, he somehow felt naked beneath the man's intense gaze. Maybe it was because of the way he touched him, Wade could feel his fingertips clearly as if he wanted to mark his name onto his skin.
"Hahaha," Wade broke into a laughter, stunning the man for a second there.
"What I'm going to do? You will never expect it!" As Wade said that, he spun around and used his foot to kick and attack the man's shin.
Even though he was cuffed from behind, Wade had learnt martial arts so he knew how to fight without using his hands.
He lifted his leg high and landed a kick on the man's stomach, creating distance between them. Wade managed to land a kick on one glass that was sitting on the countertop, causing the glass to fly through the air and struck Vincenzo across the jaw.
The man's eyes seemed to radiate with a strange glint. He slowly touched the spot where he was hit just now.
He wiped the blood off the corner of his lips. Then he glanced nonchalantly at his fingertips and licked his own blood off!
"Not bad," Vincenzo grinned, his teeth showing like a predator.
"You're not bad either. It was meant to give your head a good beating," Wade smirked. For a moment there, he was almost mesmerized by Vincenzo's dark eyes and the way he licked his fingertips.
Luckily, Wade had learnt how to pick locks. Very quickly he picked the lock and show the opened handcuffs to Vincenzo, shaking them mockingly in the air.
"Ta-daa! You got to try harder. Now it's my turn!" Wade flung the handcuffs at Vincenzo, and used the momentum to launch an attack on him.
Although Vincenzo seemed caught off guard, he could recover very quickly and dodged every one of his punches.
Wade missed and accidentally punched the bottles behind Vincenzo's head, narrowly missing his face.
The sharp glass tore his skin, blood dripping from the fresh wound.
"Fuck!" Wade cursed, hissing in pain. Shit, Vincenzo was a real pain in the ass. That wasn't cool, at all! He wanted to show off his cool side and looked where it got him.
"You got to do better than fuck," Vincenzo smiled as he taunted him.
"What the fuck?" Wade cursed again. The word Vincenzo just said sounded obscene that Wade couldn't help but feel annoyed.
This Mafia was getting under his skin. Wade bet that was his plan. Hence he quickly shifted to a cool expression so the bastard will have nothing to taunt him about.
Wade continued to attack and kick Vincenzo, unleashing one blow after another, using the martial arts he had learnt from his teacher.
Amidst the fight, Vincenzo somehow managed to dodge and parry his blows and caught hold of his two hands. Then he pushed Wade against the counter, sweeping the few glasses and wine bottles off, causing Wade to arch his back unconsciously.
Vincenzo pressed him against the counter, his muscled chest pressed flushed against Wade's.
Wade could feel his body heat seeping into his clothes, as if Vincenzo wanted to spread it to him on purpose.
His hands were still locked in Vincenzo's iron grip.
Wade struggled, breathing heavily, "Y-you!" His face was red with anger. This man was humiliating him on purpose!
"I expected you to be capable. Turns out you're...." Vincenzo's gaze roamed Wade's face.
Wade felt that gaze extremely uncomfortable, as if it was burning through his clothes, grazing his bare skin.
"Fuck off, Vincenzo!" He growled and tried to kick Vincenzo's legs.
"Finally you called me by my first name. I like it," Vincenzo's voice was low and husky, it gave Wade an unsettling feeling that he wanted to hate but couldn't. Man, why was he thinking that his voice was sexy?
Wade thought that Vincenzo had nothing better to do than talk shit and crap to him.
"Bastard," Wade growled.
"You will come back," His thin pink lips curved into a chilling smile.
Wade scoffed.. Why would he come back? This man seemed ridiculous arrogant and disrespectful. Nevertheless he knew he couldn't let his guard down. There was a reason why the FBI and CIA couldn't find or catch him and Wade wasn't going to go there.
After all, he was only given three days to find Edward Mattson. If not, his father's business will be at stake. It was also a once in a lifetime chance to prove himself to his father.
Suddenly, shots rang out in the nightclub, a bloodcurdling scream was heard, the sound of bottles being shot and smashed echoed.
Vincenzo frowned, looking confused for a second.
"Oh, we got company," he smiled wickedly at Wade, dark eyes glinting.
Wade took the opportunity to push Vincenzo off him, straightening himself to a fighting stance. Vincenzo smothered his suit, fixed his cuffs and straightened his tie as if he was a gentleman.
Then, the next moment, the lights went out.
Wade crouched behind a wall, a gun strapped to his side. He looked opposite to where his friend and assistant, Mark was and motioned for him to follow him. "Are you sure this is the correct place? I hope we don't get our brains blasted off," Mark grumbled while loading bullets into his gun."What are you talking about? We have the advantage of sneak attack here," Wade said rather arrogantly."Your fighting skills are better than mine. No wonder you can boast," Mark replied matter of factly.Wade ushered Mark and two more men dressed in police uniforms to follow him into the building. Within seconds, gunshots were fired, bullets whizzed through the air in a deadly fight. The air smelt of gunpowder and the metallic scent of blood was noticeable. In the dark night, the place was eerily quiet except for a nightclub that was blaring lights and music in the distance. Wade would have much preferred to put his feet up by the fireplace and munch on a bag of Lays but unfortunately, somethin
"Boss, the suspect is dead!" "Dead!?" Wade quickly rushed to the interrogation room where a doctor tried to perform an emergency rescue. "An ambulance is on the way!" A female officer shouted from behind. Everyone was panicking, doing their best to save the suspect. However, after two minutes, the doctor sighed and shook his head at them. The doctor wiped his sweat and said, "Looks like he died of a heart attack. I'm sorry, Wade,""A heart attack? How did this happen?! Aren't you all on watch!?" Wade turned to the cops who were on duty, furious.The young cops swallowed and glanced at the floor wordlessly. "Chief, our rescue response was very fast. Doctor Howard was here within seconds yet he couldn't save the suspect," Mark tried to intercede for the young cops. He motioned for them to retreat. Whenever the chief was angry, the whole room would be swept into a glacier, cold and scary. "I'm not angry over that. Our lead have been cut off again!" Wade was close to gnashing his te
Somehow, Wade felt like his actions were being watched. He looked around, scanning the nightclub but couldn't find anything. No one dares to walk into Castello like it was a supermarket. Castello was where crime and murder were a common thing. You could never know what tomorrow brings.Even the FBI didn't dare to do anything against the Mafia. Ever since Wade took office, he had dedicated all his time to wiping out criminals.Maybe he was overthinking. As soon as he stepped into the nightclub, there was a strange uneasy feeling in his chest. Mark struck up a conversation with a girl and they began talking happily. The real reason Wade wanted to come here was because he was looking for someone. The previous chief had gave him information that they had a spy in Castello whom he could contact to help find Edward Mattson. The spy had sent an anonymous text message to meet him in this nightclub. Wade figured that it would be better to meet with this spy than go straight to the pharmacy.
"Uh…." Wade was speechless. Was this guy flirting with him?Mark came to his side and nudged Wade from behind, reminding him of their mission. "Thank you for saving my friend. We need to go. It's very late," Mark made up an excuse and tried to signal to Wade with his eyes. Something was wrong. Wade took heed of it and thanked the man again before heading to the door. "You're welcome. Come back again next time. What's your name?" The man asked, his eyes scanning Wade up and down lazily. "Wade," "Wade…." The way his name sounded off this mysterious man's lips sent a tingle up Wade's body. "Nice name. I could say it all day," the man chuckled, his dark eyes gazing at him intensely.Wade laughed awkwardly. No one had ever said such a thing to him. This man was probably just fooling around with him. Once they were out, Wade asked Mark about his findings. "The whole bar is creeping with crazy criminals. We were lucky we didn't get killed! That cute girl said she saw Edward Mattson f
"Ahhh! Who the hell are yo-" Wade jumped in fright. But when he saw the person who said it, he calmed down. When he saw the man looking at him with a smug expression, Wade quickly made an excuse. "I'm lost. S…so I'm looking for the exit,""Didn't you leave here hours ago? Why are you back again… ?" The man closed in on Wade, pausing in his sentence to scan Wade's clothing. "In a waiter's uniform?"Wade knew that his excuse has failed. What was he going to say? Was his identity blown? "Missed me that much?" The mysterious man smirked. "I..I..," Wade stuttered. With the way the man was looking at him, it looked as if he wanted to eat Wade up. "Why don't you guess what's my purpose here?" Wade decided to play it smart. From the looks of it, the mysterious man wasn't a simple person either. He could enter the highest floor of the nightclub and mingle with people like John Brandon, Wade began to suspect his identity. "Oh, let me guess then. Is there a prize if I guess it correctly?"