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
Wade tried to fight the feelings, the way his stomach tightened, the desire coursing through his veins as Vincenzo made love to his neck, shoulder and collarbone, but it didn't help as Wade found himself shaking with desire, desire to be touched by him. His teeth grazed lightly over his skin, leaving a dull pain but a sweet sensation. Vincenzo never knew that he would enjoy Wade's neck tremendously to this point. "Oh, Wade. Don't you know how sweet you are?" Vincenzo whispered huskily in his ears. Wade shivered, out of breath to protest. He squeezed his eyes shut. Fuck, why was he feeling this strange thing with Vincenzo? He shouldn't be enjoying it, yet his body was betraying him, replying to Vincenzo's moves. His hand slipped underneath Wade's shirt where he found his nipples. Wade's eyes widened. "No, Vincenzo, wait! What are you trying to do-" A moan tore from Wade's lips, an unwanted one. Vincenzo smirked darkly, his fingers rolling and squeezing Wade's pink nipple. "You l
What was going on? Vincenzo wasn't here yet he kept thinking about him, especially the way he touched him earlier."Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Wade cursed and puffed out angry air. He wanted to punch himself to get the ridiculous thought out of his head. "Are you okay?" Alvin glanced at him questioningly. The man seated in front of him him was acting strange and muttering some words to himself. "What? No, yeah, I'm fine," Wade shook it off with a smile. "Uh, so, um.. back to the question. What's your relationship with Edward Mattson? Why were the two of you in contact? You do know who he is, right?" "The billionaire businessman who deals with technology and weapons," To be honest, Alvin didn't know if he should be saying this or not, but Vincenzo didn't tell him to lie. So he answered as honestly as he could. When it comes to weapons and businessman being spotted with a top Mafia member, Wade could guess how Edward Mattson got his extra pocket money from. "I've seen him that night. He ap
"That's a good question," Vincenzo smiled at him. "You're gonna regret this," Wade smiled back at him, the corners of his lips curved."Then let's play a game instead of accompanying me. If you can win, you can go. But if you lose, you'll have to stay. Sounds fair?" Wade was still furious over the kiss and groping during breakfast. So this time he was determine to be winner and get the fuck out of this fucked up place. He couldn't wait to rub his victory in Vincenzo's shitty face. "Fine," he agreed. "What type of game? Truth or dare? Snooker? Race? Who pulls the gun and shoots the other dead first?""Those games are too lame," Vincenzo said."How about this? I'll set the rules," Wade suggested slyly. If he lets Vincenzo set it, he knew that Vincenzo would make things hard and play tricks. This time, he will make sure he has the upper hand. "So what do you say? Sounds fair?" Wade's lips spreaded into a smile."Fair enough," Vincenzo resist the urge to kiss that fucking dimple off h
Wade almost fell into temptation, gazing into Vincenzo's eyes, being so close to him that it felt like he was getting burnt by his body temperature, but he managed to keep it in control. If something like this happens again, he doesn't think he can hold it together. His gaze somehow kept on circling on Vincenzo's lips. No, he was a bloodthirsty psychotic murderer. He killed many cops and people. Ha hates cops. Wade told himself. One day, he would put him behind bars and never see him again. He shouldn't be LIKE this. Wade knew what fucking thing he was feeling for that bastard. Wade has never questioned his sexuality before. Growing up, he found himself attracted to all the pretty girls and dudes in school, hanging around them and playing around. It was all casual flings between them. Could it really be that he liked... liked men? Wade hired an Uber and returned to the station, limping. Mark who has been looking and calling for him non stop ran to him the moment he spotted him. "
"Must be the work of some criminal. Look at the multiple bullet holes in his body. Someone must have been real angry with him," Mark shook his head. The docks have been cordoned off with police swarming the area. The manager and the workers were taken into custody and interrogated. "Well, you found him. Good job," the old police chief, Hampton came up behind and patted him on the shoulder."Yeah, thanks," Wade watched as the forensics and police covered the scene. Even though he found what his father demanded, the killer was still on the loose. Wade still didn't feel at ease or satisfied as if something was wrong. He wonder what his father will do after the secret behind Edward Mattson was revealed. That afternoon, Wade went back to the house. He rang the doorbell.The butler greeted him warmly, smiling brightly, his grey hair reflecting under the sunlight."Where's my dad?" "In the study room. He's been quiet the whole day. Let me prepare some food for you. You haven't been back
"I wanted to show you this," Marcello led him into the building.He showed Wade some files and photos taken discreetly by cameras."Who are they?""Gordon's men and goonies. They are the ones behind the scenes, causing trouble and messing with people. Your dear rookie cop Greg erased all that information on the weapons and where they have been going. Look at them. They've been circulating the city,""Your handwriting's shit," Wade squinted at the book."My dear Enzo's brain must be connected with yours. Both of you think highly of my handwriting. I must be a genius," Marcello wiggled his eyebrows.Wade shook his head. What kind of consigliere is he? He wasn't anything like the files said he was. Marcello looked at him with a deadpan expression."You think it's Dominic Luciano?"
Wade wanted to help Vincenzo get out of prison too but the guy said he didn't want to implicate him and could do it all on his own. This was the first time Wade was helping a criminal, one that he fucked, to escape out of prison. Jesus fucking Christ, he was going to get convicted for this.Greg. He thought of the rookie cop. Greg was on all their missions where accidents happened. When the accidents or mishaps happened, he got out safely but with little injuries alongside a few of his comrades. He fooled those comrades and used their words as proof that it wasn't him. No wonder no one suspected him for a long time.But who was Greg working for? More importantly, it seemed as if Greg was working with whoever stole Vincenzo's guns and ammo.He will have to do justice for Vincenzo but in a discreet way. But what will he do? Wade went to buy a cup of coffee. As he was walking back to the station, two men b
"You know that we are in a prison. You're not afraid if someone walks in on us and sees me fucking your tight ass?"Wade looked at him for a few seconds, seemingly in deep thought. Then he said, "Let them see. I don't give a fuck,""You don't give a fuck? Where's my prim and proper cop? Your reputation could get destroyed,""Ever since I met you," Wade reached a hand out and touched Vincenzo's cheek, brushing over his stubble. "I've lost myself. What is prim and proper? All that doesn't matter anymore. I need you, Vincenzo, now, in me, on me," Wade pulled Vincenzo and wanted to kiss his lips. Vincenzo stopped him, creating distance between their lips.Wade furrowed, confused."I don't want you to give up yourself, or your dreams just because of me, Wade. That's why I'm not forcing you. Are you sure you want this? Want me? There's no backing out. Once you'r
WARNING! MATURE CONTENT!!!He went about his day as always. But he still couldn't shake that feeling, feeling empty like a part of him was taken away. That emptiness was now eating him from inside and out. Wade went to the bar and downed a few cups of whiskey. But the alcohol could no longer help him. Even in a drunken state, that feeling was still there. It became so bad that Wade was close to pulling his hair out.That night, he crept into the prison. He stopped before Vincenzo's cell and called out softly to him."Vincenzo? Vincenzo? Where are you? Vincenzooo..." His speech was slurred and his vision was a little blurry. The smell of alcohol was reeking off him.In the dark cell, light poured from a single window from above, casting an otherworldly glow on the man. The man stepped out of the shadows and to the bars."What are you doing here?" Vincenzo's tone didn't sound i
"Let's return, okay?" Mark patted his back, comforting him.As the police and doctors left the site, Marcello came out from one of the metal crates. He had been hiding there for some time, witnessing the whole interaction between Vincenzo and Wade."Fuck! Enzo's cute boyfriend is a cop?! This is so screwed up!" Marcello called Alvin and told him the shocking news. Apparently, Alvin wasn't as shocked as he was."You knew? Why did you keep it from me?" Marcello grumbled, feeling left out."I couldn't get a hold of you," Alvin replied weakly."Yeah I get it. You didn't sleep again, huh? Why do you have to torture yourself like this? One tortures himself because of love, another because of work or whatever you're hiding in your heart," Marcello said."W-what do you mean? Hiding what?" Alvin's throat felt dried all of sudden.&nb
Another gunshot rang out.Wade froze for a while before he turned and saw who Vincenzo shot.Everything happened too fast. But all he knew was that the moment he turned his head, he saw Greg collapsed to the floor.Damnit! Greg was bleeding out on the ground!"Fuck! Vincenzo! Why did you fucking shoot him?" Wade took out his gun and pointed it at Vincenzo, who covered the distance between them."He was going to shoot you," Vincenzo's eyes looked dangerously dark."No. That can't be. He's a rookie. He can't even hold a gun properly. He needs medical attention now!" Wade tried to justify but he himself saw what Greg just did."He tried to kill you," Vincenzo said.Wade's eyes fell on the bullet that narrowly missed his head just now. That came from Greg, alright.He could be
The team force surrounded the warehouse. Wade, at the center, gave the signal for his people to storm the place."Stop! Police! Drop your weapons!""Don't move! Hands in the air!"The warehouse staff broke into sprints but they were tackled to the ground in no time.It so happened that Wade and Vincenzo were both targeting the same warehouse. Wade walked off from his team members. He surveyed the area before he went up to the second floor. He went up to one of the crates. With a metal stick, he managed to pop the cover open. He peered inside. Indeed there were a lot of guns and bullets. He opened one of the boxes and checked the ammo. Freshly produced ammo. The smell of the factory was still there. These weren't the ones that Vincenzo told him were stolen from him.Some bastard was producing weapons. Next, they needed to find and stop the factory from producing
"Get to work. Find out the date and location of that party. Send it to me," Vincenzo walked back to his car after inspecting the warehouse. He didn't want to talk about it with Marcello anymore."Hey, come on, Enzo. Weren't we discussing just fine earlier on? Why are you leaving? Can I come too?" Marcello followed after him, pouting like a child."No, and don't call me Enzo," The car door shut in his face, narrowly missing Marcello's nose."Fuck you. You're just torturing yourself," Marcello muttered as he watched him speed off into the night.Vincenzo and Alvin decided to cover two areas. Alvin would deal with the authorities who were taking bribes from them, while he would deal with the other gangs, pacifying them.Currently, Vincenzo was seated around a big wooden table. Opposite him were the leaders, kingpins, dons and heads of other gangs, big a
Midnight, at the northwest port of New York, a roll of warehouses stood in the open, surrounded by cranes and cargo ships.A black Maybach drove to a stop. Vincenzo got out and strode towards Alvin who was waiting for him by the entrance."What happened?""Thirteen of our men shot, dead. The bullets are ours," Alvin jogged up to Vincenzo."But based on my calculations, they should have run out of the stolen ammo a long time ago. Gordon may have stolen your guns and ammo but it's not enough, considering all the crimes that happened recently. Manhattan, Chicago, LA, Vegas and Philadelphia, all had signs of our weapons," Alvin looked pale."Someone's fucking us over, reproducing our bullets. Framing and messing with us," Vincenzo took out a cigarette and puffed on it rather angrily."If this gets too big, the authorities will be forced to