Chapter 8 You liked to be cuffed?

"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 straight into his eyes. 

Because he was shorter than him, Wade had to lift his chin a little to meet his eyes. 

The two men stood face to face with each other, burning with hatred. One cop, one Mafia. 

"....enjoy life and see if you can really catch me," Vincenzo finished his sentence and suddenly smiled. 

"Huh, inviting me to catch you?" Wade noticed how arrogant this Mafia was, challenging him yet he felt thrilled.

"Sure. It would be my utmost pleasure," Wade grinned. 

Currently, they have knocked down four men. At least six more were coming after them, their location exposed. 

Wade knocked out two assassins and ducked behind a shelf just in time before the bullets hit. 

"Knocking them out won't do any good," Vincenzo fired bullets into the two men whom Wade knocked down, killing them instantly. 

Wade frowned. He didn't like the way Vincenzo handled things. Even if they were criminals, they should receive the justice they deserve. 

"How good would it be if I had my gun," Wade mumbled to himself, flexing his empty palms. 

"If you want to leave here alive, follow what I say," Vincenzo casted him a side glance. 

"Follow your orders? Are you trying to stab me in the back?"

"Did you stab your colleagues in the back, hence the idea?" Vincenzo countered his words. 

Wade picked up a bottle from the shelf and tested it in his palm. Good enough to knock them out. 

After all the assassins were down, Wade suddenly turned and lashed out at Vincenzo. The latter was quick to sidestep him and avoid his attack. But Wade had other ideas. He lifted his knee, came so close to Vincenzo that their nose almost touched. Instead he used his own head to knock Vincenzo in the face.

Vincenzo stumbled backwards before he steadied himself. 

He felt a stinging pain near his lips. In the next moment, he walked towards Wade who looked proud of what he did, as if the latter didn't attack him at all. 

"That's not what a gentleman would do," he sneered. 

"Oh yeah? Which part of me screams I'm a gentleman?" Wade rubbed the sore spot on his head. Ouch, that was going to leave a bruise as evidence that he managed to knock the world's most dangerous man in his face. 

Vincenzo let out a huff, which sounded like a scoff or what he thought it was. 

"Let's get out of here first. Talk shit later," he said, loading bullets into his gun. 

"Sure. Gladly," Wade didn't have a weapon on him so he just snatched up whatever he could find, a glass bottle which he threw at an incoming assassin's feet and a few plates that he tossed like frisbees. 

That action distracted the enemy for a moment, giving Wade the chance to use the momentum to land a punch in his face. 

Vincenzo watched him fight, arms crossed and lips curled into a smirk. Wade was agile and slim, dodging blows and kicking the enemy in places they never expected. No wonder it was hard to catch him. Speed was his advantage. 

"Hey, why are you standing there? Trying to decide where to hit me?" He shouted over his shoulder.

"That's too easy," 

"Oh, wanna try?" Wade asked, shooting him a cocky grin.

Vincenzo suddenly lifted the gun in his direction, Wade tensed a little, wishing he had his Baretta with him right now. 

Damnit, this bastard wasn't really gonna shoot him, right? Even if he makes a turn, the bullet will graze him. Wade wasn't sure whether he could outrun a bullet. 

Vincenzo pulled the trigger, a shadow behind Wade lurched out, something silver reflecting in the moonlight that poured from a half opened window.

Wade turned just in time before a knife could stab him. That bullet had hit the assassin that was hidden in the dark in the chest, sending him tumbling backwards. 

Shit, Luciano was just playing with him, enjoying watching him in a tense situation. Wade gritted his teeth as he composed himself. 

"What a fine way to scare the shit out of someone and show off your skills," 

"Thank you," Vincenzo gave him a smile.

They glanced at the place around them. Yep, twelve dead bodies. The place smelt of gunpowder, blood and guts. Wade wrinkled his nose, disliking the bar. There were even some dead customers on the ground, presumably shot by those assassins.

Jesus, Wade felt a little sympathetic for those who got caught up in this shit. 

"Feeling sorry for them? Don't you forget, they are criminals," Vincenzo looked to where Wade's eyes were on.

"Not really. The way they died is simply cruel. You deserved an ending far worst than this," 

Wade heard Vincenzo chuckle softly. It was a short one but somehow Wade found it pleasant. 

"We'll meet again," Vincenzo's husky voice sounded in his ears, eyes dark and seemingly to bore a hole into Wade's soul.