"Would you sleep with someone else? I thought you said that I am yours and you are mine. Besides, would you do women? Not one woman has been seen beside you," Wade snickered, as if he had something against Vincenzo."Fuck, how did you know?" Vincenzo was surprised by Wade's ability to see the truth."I'm a fucking cop, remember? I’ve got qualifications," Wade rolled his eyes."Qualifications to be mine," Vincenzo growled. That sound made Wade's heart skip a beat and race.Vincenzo liked how possessive Wade was getting over him, how he called him his.---"He's here. And he's demanded that we return Anna and the kids," Monty said."Did you really take his kids?"Vincenzo gave him a look. "Kids? My father may not have set this rule, but I remember I did. No hurting kids. Adults only.""Yeah, yeah. I get it. You're not your father.""Then where are they?""Yeah, where are they?" Vincenzo gave him a dumbfounded expression. But deep down, he knew where the kids were."What do you mean?" Ma
Betraying the gang was a sin. The sinner would be scorned and detested by all members, beaten up, stabbed to death, smashed till the organs and face are unrecognizable. Not only that, their children and wives would be killed too to eliminate any chances of revenge their offspring might take.The rules were created by Dario Luciano, Vincenzo's grandfather. That's how the Lucianos commanded respect and order in the world of crime. Their path in the underworld was filled with blood, sweat and tears, built upon loyalty and trust."Take it out on me, Vincenzo. This is all my fault! It has nothing to do with my wife and children! Please..." Gordon swallowed, his heart in his throat, "Let them go. I understand those rules. I'm willing to do anything to repent but my kids and wife are innocent. They don't know! They don't know a single fucking thing about my job or what I do!"When Anna found out that Gordon was with the Mafia,
"Gordon, I want you to honestly answer all my questions," Wade said.Gordon's gaze searched Wade's, and then he nodded.Currently, they were seated in a rather empty room across from each other. Gordon had cleaned up; his hands and knuckles were bandaged, and there were a few plasters stuck across his face. Marianna had done a great job patching him up. Wade was grateful that Vincenzo hadn’t broken his skull."Ask away. As long as my kids and wife are safe," Gordon leaned back, relaxing a bit. Perhaps he saw that Wade didn’t have violence and bloodlust written in his eyes."I know that Bennett is working with Dominic Luciano. Dominic offered him something. He said 'benefits.' I want to know what those benefits are," Wade got straight to the point.As they spoke, Bennett was still in the office, conjuring who knows what kind of shady story about him. A day in the offic
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?"
"Gordon, I want you to honestly answer all my questions," Wade said.Gordon's gaze searched Wade's, and then he nodded.Currently, they were seated in a rather empty room across from each other. Gordon had cleaned up; his hands and knuckles were bandaged, and there were a few plasters stuck across his face. Marianna had done a great job patching him up. Wade was grateful that Vincenzo hadn’t broken his skull."Ask away. As long as my kids and wife are safe," Gordon leaned back, relaxing a bit. Perhaps he saw that Wade didn’t have violence and bloodlust written in his eyes."I know that Bennett is working with Dominic Luciano. Dominic offered him something. He said 'benefits.' I want to know what those benefits are," Wade got straight to the point.As they spoke, Bennett was still in the office, conjuring who knows what kind of shady story about him. A day in the offic
Betraying the gang was a sin. The sinner would be scorned and detested by all members, beaten up, stabbed to death, smashed till the organs and face are unrecognizable. Not only that, their children and wives would be killed too to eliminate any chances of revenge their offspring might take.The rules were created by Dario Luciano, Vincenzo's grandfather. That's how the Lucianos commanded respect and order in the world of crime. Their path in the underworld was filled with blood, sweat and tears, built upon loyalty and trust."Take it out on me, Vincenzo. This is all my fault! It has nothing to do with my wife and children! Please..." Gordon swallowed, his heart in his throat, "Let them go. I understand those rules. I'm willing to do anything to repent but my kids and wife are innocent. They don't know! They don't know a single fucking thing about my job or what I do!"When Anna found out that Gordon was with the Mafia,
"Would you sleep with someone else? I thought you said that I am yours and you are mine. Besides, would you do women? Not one woman has been seen beside you," Wade snickered, as if he had something against Vincenzo."Fuck, how did you know?" Vincenzo was surprised by Wade's ability to see the truth."I'm a fucking cop, remember? I’ve got qualifications," Wade rolled his eyes."Qualifications to be mine," Vincenzo growled. That sound made Wade's heart skip a beat and race.Vincenzo liked how possessive Wade was getting over him, how he called him his.---"He's here. And he's demanded that we return Anna and the kids," Monty said."Did you really take his kids?"Vincenzo gave him a look. "Kids? My father may not have set this rule, but I remember I did. No hurting kids. Adults only.""Yeah, yeah. I get it. You're not your father.""Then where are they?""Yeah, where are they?" Vincenzo gave him a dumbfounded expression. But deep down, he knew where the kids were."What do you mean?" Ma
"Better shut the fuck up before my bullet enters your mouth," Vincenzo warned. Then he nodded to Alvin. Alvin nodded hack, turned and left in the car. "These two understand each other without saying anything. Sigh... Though they act like they were strangers," Marcello muttered. "Get to work," he pushed Marcello forward, urging him. Marcello began to pick the lock, pulling out a mini lock-picking kit. Vincenzo pressed a button on his watch, jamming all the cameras. One glance and they knew that Anna's little house was filled with cameras and security locks. "What with this woman? Is she hiding some kind of treasure in here?" Marcello grumbled. "We'll know once we enter," Vincenzo gave him a pat on the shoulder. Finally, the locks were open. Marcello would have loved to smash the windows and climb in, enjoying the crunch of broken glasses underneath his shoes. But he can't do that. They weren't here to attract attention to themselves. "Gordon could be working with Dominic," Marce
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