Seeing the fearsome Mafia King lie on the couch that didn't do justice to his height, he wanted to laugh. The room was illuminated by the silver moonlight that poured in through the windows. He could make out Vincenzo's high bridged noise and angular jaws. He felt an urge to trail his finger across his skin, to touch the lips that ravaged him like hell nights before, to trace his jaw and nose and the tattoo on his neck which he had recently become so obsessed about, to understand the man more, even though he knew he shouldn't. Damn, he even wanted to run his tongue along the pulse on his neck, to lick at that flesh.
It took him a lot of self-control to pull away from Vincenzo and focus back on the task at hand. Watching him sleep seemed like a drug and a dream. Perhaps one that Wade didn't want to wake up from, but the thought of work snapped his dreams.
He crept into another room and began searching the drawers and closet.
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Hello dear readers! so glad that you guys took the time to read my book! The journey with Wade and Vincenzo is finally finished! Let me know your thoughts in the comment section. Thank you so much for reading and accompanying me on this journey.I have a few books coming up. please follow me on my IG and FB author_zuiguilang for more updates. one of the books will be about Francesca Luciano and Gianpaolo De Santis, called To Tame my Mafia husband. Here's the blurb as a little spoiler.She ends up taming the ruthless Mafia's heart.Francesca Luciano was forced to marry a man whom she had never met. Rumors said that he kills without batting an eyelash. Burnt down buildings and massacred people who went against him. Kidnaps girls because he's a slimy old pervert. To escape from this forced arranged marriage, Francesca tried every trick in the book. But she didn't expect her slimy old pervert husband to have dangerously sharp jaws, piercing grey eyes and strong tattooed hands that ign
"Wade, I have something to tell you," Vincenzo sounded serious. Not the usual teasing or casual talk. "What is it?" Wade asked, cautious. Was this about Salvatore? Though he didn't know what happened to him, he understood that Vincenzo was having a hard time taking control and proving himself. After all, many doubted Vincenzo, especially after he announced to them that he liked men. He may have gotten their approval and earned their respect, but not all sincerely trusted him. If Vincenzo had to leave for Italy or other countries, maybe go away for a few months, Wade would accept that. He accepted everything about Vincenzo. He embraced it all. If this was about Francesca, Wade would help him find her. He saw Francesca as his own sister. Now that she was missing, he wouldn't hesitate to search everywhere for her. Even if it means revealing that he was in love with a Mafia Don. Vincenzo lowered himself, getting down on one knee. "W-what are you doing?" Wade stuttered, eyes wid
The six dons watched the father and son's squabbling. Some with interest, some bored. While some were enraged that Vincenzo brought a man, a cop, one of the dons looked amused. "I don't want to waste time and play games with you, father," Vincenzo spat the word father with so much hatred like venom dripping from his tongue. He pulled out a folder and tossed it across the table. Papers and photos spilled out of it, scattering across the table. Don Ricci gasped. And another don, Vitale, turned ghastly pale. The veins in Salvatore's forehead twitched as he stared at the table, the documents and photos that spilled out across. The evidence of the unspeakable things he'd done and buried many years ago. The dons and their bosses exchanged glances, tension thick in the air. Don Ricci gripped his cane so hard, his knuckles turning white. "Salvatore, you!" He picked up a photo and slammed it firmly in front of Salvatore. Salvatore growled at Vincenzo. "You piece of shit! How dare you b
"I...I... I think over there," the cashier pointed at the fridge, shivering. Vincenzo ran over to the freezer, pulling it open. The large freezer had many sections. Vincenzo ran down each section, calling for Wade until he stopped in his tracks. His heart nearly stopped beating. "Wade! Wade? Baby, can you hear me?" Vincenzo's heart thumped so hard against his rib cage. Fear slithered down his spine as he touched Wade, took him in his arms and checked his heartbeat with a shaky hand. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. A sigh escaped Vincenzo's lips. Thank God he was still breathing but faintly. He placed his hand under Wade's knees and back, carrying him out of the freezer. When Wade regained consciousness, he found himself on a white bed. He looked to his right and saw Vincenzo leaning his chin on his palm, eyes shut. He tried to get up but a searing pain shot through his entire body. Then he remembered that his thigh had been shot. "Don't move," Vincenzo sat up. "Sorry, I woke you up," "Don't
“Where’s Vincenzo?” Salvatore casually asked, sitting in his grand, luxurious house.“Boss, he’s at his penthouse. Staying with that cop. I heard the cop has retired,” Josh said.“Retired? Does he think that by quitting his job he can be with my son? A leopard can never change its spots. He made Vincenzo break the taboo,” Salvatore spat.“What should we do, boss?”A malicious smile spread across Salvatore’s face as he beckoned Josh over.---Vincenzo respected Wade’s space. He didn’t order his guards to follow behind Wade too closely.Having more free time on his hands, Wade decided to learn how to cook. He walked into a supermarket, found an empty cart, and began dumping foodstuffs into it.He was about to pick up a bottle of wine when he noticed something in the mirror at the corner of the supermarket.A gun!He quickly jumped back and bent down as bullets pierced through the air.“Damn! Salvatore really wants to kill me!” Wade’s back hit the shelf, causing the bottles on it to ratt
“Father,” Francesca called the moment she stepped into Salvatore's house.The house reeked of luxury. Ancient, but spoke volumes of power.“My dear,” Salvatore’s face lit up. “Come here.”He beckoned her over with a smile.She walked up to him.“Sit, dear. You’ve come to see me. What is it for?”There was a knock on the door just as Francesca was about to open her mouth. A bulky guard appeared, looking grave.“Wait here. I’ll go see what’s the matter,” Salvatore said, getting up and exiting with the guard.Once alone, Francesca decided to check his study for anything useful. She spotted his phone on the desk.Unlocking Salvatore’s phone was a piece of cake for Francesca. She knew his password. One time, she sneakily peeked at his screen when he was typing it.The phone unlocked with a click. A notification of a new message popped up. She tapped on the notification and read through his messages, including the old ones. Francesca’s fingers trembled as she scrolled through them.Salvator