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"So you liked to be cuffed," Vincenzo smirked. Why did that sound so weird and something like those seen in BDSM practices? Wade wanted to punch that smirk off his face. "You have weird ideas. Behind you!" Wade snatched up a bottle and flung it at an assassin who was creeping up behind Vincenzo. "You saved me. I didn't expect that," Vincenzo gave the knocked out assassin a casual glance as if it wasn't a threat at all. "No, you did it on purpose. You probably want me to save your ass so that you'll claim I'm your accomplice and send me to jail, won't it?" "You think too lowly of me," Wade didn't enjoy how their conversation always ended up going in circles. What a smarty pants, Wade snorted inwardly. "Then why don't you kill me, put an end to me? I've seen you and I'm not going to let criminals go scot-free in front of my eyes," Wade said."Killing you is too easy. I rather....," Vincenzo walked towards Wade. This time Wade didn't retreat. He stood his ground and glared straig
"Sure," Wade smiled, brushing aside his hair. The wind blew around them, parting Vincenzo's hair to one side that it fell over his face in a messy style. The look he had, however, made Wade felt like he couldn't take his eyes off the man standing before him. Wade had a sudden urge to reach out and brush the hair off Vincenzo's forehead.But Wade resisted that stupid impulsive urge and turned to leave, forcing his eyes to look away from that bastard."In jail," Wade added and strode off, disappearing into the dark. He watched as the police officer disappeared from sight, admiring his figure. He wasn't mistaken. It was him. After Wade left, Vincenzo wiped the corner of his lips and looked down at his fingers. There was some blood but he didn't mind. He chuckled to himself. That police chief was the most interesting one he had ever met. The next morning, Wade woke up from his short sleep and checked his phone. Mark had sent him some text messages about the case. He had gotten all the
Wade went to the café downtown to get a cup of coffee to energize his brain. His father called again this morning and all that ever talked about was Henry's scoldings and how incompetent of a police chief he was. "The usual, please," Wade said to the waitress who nodded and gave him a pleasant smile.The bell hung above the door rang and an overbearing presence walked in. The waitress stood staring at the newcomer for ten seconds, mouth hung open before she quickly rushed into the kitchen, her face red. Wade, a little curious as to the waitress's reactions, turned and casually glanced at the newcomer. His eyes widened upon seeing the man from last night.Luciano. Their gazes met, with Wade feeling slightly uneasy. Scorching, burning, seering intense gaze as if Luciano wanted to uncover him and strip him naked."Having a good time, officer?" Vincenzo walked over to where he sat and took a seat right beside him. "Just a little peaceful before you showed your face here," Wade replied
Wade quickly pulled his hand away from him and sipped his coffee, no longer sparing Luciano a glance. Damnit! What is wrong with me?! Why did I... I almost do such a thing?! Wade scolded himself. What the fuck was he thinking when he looked into Vincenzo's eyes just now? Hell no, Vincenzo will be the last one on earth he'll ever think of bedding. How could he feel that way towards him? He was a man for god's sake! While Wade was battling with his mind, Vincenzo sneaked a glance at him, amusement in his eyes. "You still haven't answered my question," Vincenzo said. Wade took a deep breath and exhaled. "Why are you interested in my answer? I just want to bring justice to his family since they pleaded to me," "Justice..." Vincenzo scoffed at the word. "Do you really believe in justice?""Of course! One day, Luciano, I'm going to burst your ass and kick it to jail," Wade said. "Then I'll be waiting for you to burst my ass, Wade," Vincenzo tilted his head to one side, his neck and
Wade checked his watch. 12 pm. Exactly midnight. He scanned his surroundings, squinting in the dark before he heard footsteps behind him. Wade turned around.A dark figure walked out from the shadow, approaching him. The night was dark but from the lights from the nearby buildings, Wade could make out the shape of the person in front of him. Male, taller than him, and stronger too. There was something about this person that Wade couldn't quite put it. He had a feeling in his gut that something wasn't right."Hey, what's up for dinner?" Wade said the code word, one hand tucked in his trousers pocket casually. "Cheese and hamburger," the contact replied in a gruff voice. "Alright. You sure are full on that one, huh?"The man nodded."You got what I wanted? Hand it over," Wade suppressed a down frown and pressed a button on a small device that was in his pocket before he pulled his hand out, acting cool.There was a slight hesitation from the contact. He then took out a small thumb dr
A knife danced between his fingers as Vincenzo played with it casually, casting a bored glance at his desk. Honestly his sister was a pain in the ass. All she wanted was his attention because some guy she was chasing was afraid of her. Who wouldn't? They were all part of the infamous Luciano family, a crime family that kills and do dangerous things for a living, the family behind one of the largest gangs in the world. The guy was just some hot dude she met at one of their family owned clubs. He saw the guy's picture and wondered how she found him attractive. Nothing about the guy seems attractive to him, apart from the fact that he had a beautiful muscular body and greyish blue eyes. He had to listen to her whining and complaining before Alvin called for an emergency.Nothing of the guy she was crushing on could compare to him. It has been only 24 hours yet he couldn't get that face out of his head. That police officer's face kept appearing in front of him whether he shut his eyes o
Wade didn't know how long he had been asleep, he blinked and his eyes opened. He was in a room, his thigh was bandaged. A faint red patch could be seen underneath the white bandages. Sunlight poured into the room from the windows, illuminating his surroundings.The room he was in seemed like a house or a VVIP hospital ward. He sprang up from his bed and looked left and right. You're up," a low deadpan voice said next to his ear."Ahh! Shit! You scared me! Y-you!" Wade had a hand over his chest dramatically as he looked in surprise at the man.Vincenzo was seated by his bedside, with what seemed like a half smile half smirk on his face. He chuckled."Breakfast is over there. Wash up carefully and eat," Vincenzo said and stood up. His suit was crumpled more than usual and his sexy reddish brown hair was slightly out of place. In one word, he looked tired as if he didn't sleep for the night.Wade observed his surroundings, noticing no guns or dangerous weapons and no prison bars. He mus
"Hmm... You eat like a king. Won't you get fat? No offence. I'm just saying," Wade picked up his fork and knife, and immediately went to work on the bacon and eggs. "Do I need to take off my shirt to prove my body to you?" Vincenzo replied. Take off his shirt? Wade looked at Vincenzo and knew that he must be muscular all over. The bastard's hands were slightly larger than his, his neck was very thick, no doubt were those muscles and he was taller than him. "Really? Would you take off your shirt now? That would make me lose appetite and you might end up wasting the meal," Wade joked. The maid's eyes widened but she didn't say a thing. If that wasn't flirting, then she don't know what it was. "Soon, I'll make you lose your appetite for three meals a day," Vincenzo smiled. Wade didn't know what that meant but it didn't sound like anything good. "Maya, leave us," Vincenzo said to the maid."Yes, boss," Maya said politely and left, wondering what the boss was going to talk about wit
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