Chapter 9 A sudden urge to touch him

"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 statements from Edward Mattson's family and friends and the last people who had seen him. They were starting to go through all the clues. 

Wade quickly washed up and drove down to the police station. After going through multiple times to make sure they didn't miss anything, the last location Edward Mattson went to was that bar.

"I've found out who's the owner of the bar. Look, it may seemed that this woman is the owner because she's always seen running the bar with her husband. But actually there's another person behind her, investing in the bar. Take a look," Jenna, one of the police officer who's assisting Wade on the case brought a stack of files and her laptop over. 

"Who's Alvin Martinez?" Mark came over. 

"Luciano's right hand man," Wade murmured. 

All the evidence points to Vincenzo Luciano. 

Wade fondled with a ball point pen as he thought about Luciano. The guy was smart and professional, quick and dangerous. Wade could tell that if he went up against him singlehandedly, he might not succeed. Moreover, Luciano had many guards and possibly snipers to protect himself. 

How was he going to get close to him, let alone enter his place to look for Mattson?

Jenna went to search up information on Vincenzo Luciano which she then presented to the rest of police officers.

"This guy..." Mark shivered after he read Luciano's profile and what they know about him so far. "Is so scary! He killed a tiger at the age of ten?! My god, what am amazing strength!" 

That wouldn't be a problem. He could kill two birds or maybe even three birds with one stone. 

The only problem was how was he going to catch Vincenzo Luciano? Wade began to come up with all types of plans. 

Meanwhile in a large mansion, a man sat on a leather chair, one leg crossed over the other, and a cigarette hung from his lips. His deep dark eyes scanned the file in front of him. 

[Wade Harrington, 22 years old, 5 feet 11 inches].

Vincenzo read the profile of the man, flipping through the fine casually. Not bad, he thought. 

This police chief has some real merits and achievements in his career, not like those who sit behind their badge and eat hamburgers at their desks. 

The assistant, Monty knocked on the door and entered. 

"Sir, I found the person. It turns out that he didn't went to the bar last night. He's the one who stole our guns and sold it to someone else,"

"Who?" The chilling voice of the man sent shivers crawling up Monty's spine. 

"It was Gordon. As for the the buyer, we haven't him yet," Monty didn't dare to meet his eyes. 

Gordon was one of Vincenzo's trusted men who had been with him since he took over the position from his father. Vincenzo didn't expect Gordon to suddenly betray him and flee. The two were best friends, helping each other throughout the years, and thick and thin. 

No one dared to mention or talk much about this matter for fear of facing Vincenzo's wrath. In addition, Vincenzo didn't look too pleased. 

He snuffed out the cigarette on the desk, burning away a layer of the varnish. Monty felt the air shifted and the atmosphere has become more tensed.

I'll get to it right away, sir," Monty quickly excused himself. He understood that the boss wanted to hear good news instead of excuses. 

"Wait," Vincenzo toss the cigarette away. 

Monty froze in his steps, trembling slightly. "Is there anything else, sir?" 

Whoever dared to steal from him, Vincenzo Luciano, was asking for his death. Betraying the leader and fellow members was a huge taboo that no one dared to cross. 

"Kill him. No, torture him till he confesses," Vincenzo's tone was lazy as he picked up the glass by the side of the table and swirled it. 

"Yes, sir," Monty nodded and went on his way. Once he was out of the office, he breathed a sigh of relief. Standing inside that cold office was worst than standing on ice in Antarctica. Anytime now the ice could crack and he could fall to his death. 

"Hey, what's up with the boss?" One of his fellow members came over and asked. 

"Scared me half to death back there! Don't ask me about it. All I know is that he isn't pleased with our work. Do your best, don't make mistakes and don't mention Gordon," Monty advised them. 

"Jesus, we're walking on thin ice. Why the fuck did Gordon sell our guns?" 

"Who knows? The boss and him were best friends. I guess maybe the boss knows why but he ain't gonna tell us," Monty sighed and together the both of them headed for their lunch break.

Vincenzo stood up and took a long drag of his cigarette, looking out the window at the view of the city. From here he could see the red and blue lights of police cars. Speaking of police cars, a certain face kept on popping up in his head.