Chapter 6 Vincenzo Luciano

"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.