"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
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
"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
"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
"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
"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
"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,"