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
"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
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
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
"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
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
"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
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
"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?"
They stayed at the penthouse for a few days. Wade turned on the TV and watched the news."The feds have determined that the body belongs to the ex-chief, Bennett," the newscaster spoke. "A war between two gangs. One gang led by Dominic Luciano..."They had discovered the connections between Bennett and Dominic Luciano, throwing the entire city into panic and confusion. How they found out about that deep, dark secret was indeed a mystery. It was like someone had dug it out painstakingly and delivered it to the world on a platter."You have an insider in the feds?" Wade was surprised."Mmm..." Vincenzo nodded."God, you're letting me know your deep and dark secrets. Not afraid I'll tell on you?" Wade said."Would you?" Vincenzo pulled him onto his lap. Wade almost stumbled and lost his footing had it not been for Vincenzo steadying him by the waist. Their posit
"No, wait," Wade lowered his gun as he noticed that they were gunning down and hacking Dominic's people.Vincenzo stiffened. He glared at a middle-aged man with partially grey hair."What the fuck are you still doing here? The feds are on their way! Get the fuck out of here," the middle-aged man looked angry. Then he looked at Wade, disdain reflected in his pupils. Wade felt a little uncomfortable to be asserted by those eyes. He knew very well what type of person the man was. A killer.Somehow, Vincenzo obeyed the man without putting up a fight. He walked over, interlocking his fingers with Wade's, pulling him along. The middle-aged man scowled.The sound of sirens in the background was loud as they made their way to a car stashed near the bushes. Marcello was in the car."Where's Alvin?""Alvin... He... He went to distract the
Dominic had called the feds and cops. He wasn’t afraid of getting caught because he had connections with them. No wonder. Seeing his face twisting into rage, Dominic laughed."Perhaps you should think before you leap," a gun pressed against Dominic's head from behind, a cold voice resonating in the tense atmosphere.Dominic laughed, unfazed. "Alvin Martinez. How glad I am to meet you. I’ve heard things about you.""Shut it. Drop your weapon," Alvin ordered."Alvin! Where the hell did you come from? We were all so worried!" Marcello was surprised. Apparently, Marcello hadn’t stayed in his hiding place and had followed them upstairs."It’s no use. They’re on their way!" Dominic laughed even more as Alvin pressed the gun into his head."Your grandmother would be pleased," Dominic grinned. "Her grandson is so good! She’s too old to play with, perhaps the king of hell would like a taste of her."For a second there, Alvin wavered. "Touch her and—""And die? Hahaha, I’m already in your hands
Wade coughed, his vision turning blurrier and blurrier. He could hear Bennett laughing, his lips moving, saying something, but it wasn’t clear. His eyes drifted to a metal bar lying on the ground not far away.He strained, reached out, and his fingers wrapped around the cool metal surface. Then he swung it haphazardly at Bennett. The pressure on his neck was released, and Wade sucked in air, gasping. Making use of the momentum, he rolled over and slammed the bar down on Bennett. Bennett lodged kicks and punches into his stomach, knocking the air out of his lungs.He ignored the pain, anger fueling his hatred. How dare this bastard call his mother names?! Even if she wasn’t clean, she was a damn good mother who cared and fucking loved him like any other mother in the world. He slammed the bar down, again and again, lost in his anger and thoughts.Anger coursed through his veins, fueling his adrenaline as he raised the bar and brought it down on Bennett. All the words Bennett had said a
All heads turned to look up at the man who had spoken. He walked down the stairs, smirking coldly. Once Bennett saw him, he quickly moved over to his side. Wade recognized who that man was. They have been thrown into this situation thanks to him. He burned with every hatred of his fiber."Dominic Luciano," Marcello gripped his knives tighter. He was ready to back up Vincenzo and fight Dominic to the depths of hell. "Sorry, but I'm not going to give you an easy death. Say, let's have some fun, shall we?" Dominic gestured to his surroundings. More of his men poured in, holding various weapons, clubs, axes, maces, guns and hammers. "Fuck, we're screwed," Marcello sighed. They were outnumbered. Many of their men had fallen during the fight earlier. And where was the fuck is Alvin? He scanned their surroundings, even the ceiling. No Alvin."Damn bastard couldn't have run off on his own?" Carlos said, glaring at Dominic. "So your men run off? Hahaha, pathetic and expected of your pigs,"
Wade took the gun, feeling the cold metal through his skin. He nodded at Vincenzo, who returned his nod. Another bat swung and knocked down two men who tried to shoot them. "Damnit! Nik!? What the fuck are you doing here?" Wade was surprised to see Nicholas Harrington holding a bat, dressed in a dark blue suit, hair sleeked back with gel as if he were attending a meeting."Who the fuck is he? How did he enter?" Bennett looked irritated. He had found himself another gun and fired at them. Wade pulled Nicholas behind a machine. "Sorry," Nicholas flashed a tracking device. "Damn you, you followed me. Why?!""Your father's orders," Nicholas replied. He pulled a gun out and fired it, gunning down a man who tried to sneakily attack them. "Him? Why? What's going on?" Wade eyed him suspiciously. He delivered bullets to the goons who were shooting at them from above. "You'll know soon," Nicholas replied. "How the hell you can use a fucking gun? You're so fucking cool," Wade said excited
"You motherfucker!" Francesca winced. The leader slapped her harshly. She held her swollen cheeks and glared at him."This girl is quite interesting," one of the men, a bulky dude with tattoos rubbed his palms together."But the boss said that we can't touch her until an important guest arrived,""Yeah, can't wait to eat her pussy and fucked her to death! Hahaha!" The man laughed and mocked.Francesca gnashed her teeth, putting on a fierce strong expression. Nevertheless, Wade could see the fear in her eyes. She blinked, forcing her tears back.No, he won't let anyone harm or touch a hair on her. If they dared, he would probably lose his cool and get Vincenzo to murder them. Or he would even murder them himself. Spending time with Francesca has made him attached. He would never forgive himself for anything that happened to her."Don't
"Move it," one man growled."And if we don't?" Marcello's grip on the wine bottle tightened. He could do more than enough damage with it plus the knife hidden underneath his belt. In his mind, he envisioned himself stabbing the man until his organs spilled."She dies," the man shot them a disgusting grin.One of the men pushed Francesca towards the one talking. He grabbed her by her hair and tugged harshly, pulling her scalp."Ow! Let go of my hair!" Francesca winced. The gun was pressed against the side of her neck and he rolled her hair in his fingers."So what's it gonna be?" He shot Wade and Marcello a cocky grin.Wade was forced to swallow his anger. "Hurt her and I'll peel your skin off,"Damn, he learned how to threaten someone beautifully from Vincenzo. Unfortunately, it was of no use.
Wade lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Sunlight bathed the room through the windows. He got up and stalked over to pull the curtains shut, then threw himself back into bed. He glanced to his side and saw that Vincenzo was still asleep. After their intense fuck session the night before, they were both exhausted and had slept like logs. He thought about what had happened between them, how they had almost gotten into an argument that ended in angry sex.Perhaps Vincenzo was right. Thinking about the two people who had betrayed him, Wade began to reflect on his own life. No one was truly clean or pure. Everyone had scars and stains. Even he himself was riddled with them. What should he do? All his walls had been knocked down by Vincenzo.Lying in bed, breathing in the faint rustic scent of Vincenzo’s cologne, was one of the best things to wake up to. Wade turned and slowly wrapped his arms around Vincenzo. His eyes fell on the tattoos co