"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?"
Carlos was the only one who didn't like Wade at all. He wanted to investigate the motherfucker but Alvin's and Marcello's words stopped him. "What's wrong? You looked like you're having a shitty day," his friend, Gio asked. Gio took a shot of whiskey and sighed. "One hell of a shitty day!" Carlos grumbled. He snatched the bottle away from Gio and gulped down nearly half of its contents. "Still wondering about that guy who insulted you? Sigh... Don't bother with him. We shouldn't bother about the boss' plans and issues. Maybe he's someone important to the boss, an insider in the police station or a double agent," Gio suggested. "I hope you're right," Carlos gripped his bottle so tight that it cracked. By now, everyone knew that Vincenzo was in jail and his survival was bleak. The other gangs have started to come up to them to make trouble. Luckily Alvin and Marcello were around. Or else, everything would really fall apart. "Who's there?" Alvin was about to go crazy, having to kee
Wade promised to deliver a message to someone on behalf of Vincenzo. He went to the location that Vincenzo had given him, still trying to process all the things that had happened to him recently. He, a police chief, was going to contact a criminal. How ironic. Pigeons flew overhead, and old flyers fluttered in the wind. Then, an old, beat-up Mustang drove up to him.The door flung open, and a man stepped out. He eyed Wade before saying, "Hop in.""Are you...?" Wade began."Three fishes in the pond, conquer the world," Wade recited the passphrase Vincenzo had told him in prison.The man nodded. "Add another three to the six, rise with my brothers and sisters."He drove the Mustang to a brick building, pressed the buzzer, and walked in, leading Wade to a room. He fished out a brown envelope from under the bed and handed it to him."I'm Alejandro. Here's what you need to know. Vincenzo and I were working together. Or, you could say that I was basically working for him. He offered me—a de
"Yeah, and Marcello. But what are you trying to do?" Sometimes, Wade couldn't understand what Vincenzo was planning. He didn't even want to think about the crazy, violent stuff Vincenzo might do."Chill, Wade. I won't get you in deep waters.""I think you already did. That one with the tattoos and piercings—he almost killed me if it hadn't been for Alvin, Marcello, and Francesca," Wade said, licking his lips."Carlos, that bastard!" Vincenzo wanted to get out of there really fast after hearing about the injustice his baby had suffered. "I'll crack his skull when I get back.""Jesus, don't kill someone, okay? He was worried about you.""He's a criminal as well. This is the first time you don't want to kill a criminal."Wade sighed, his eyelids fluttering. What could he say? That he realized that bunch of guys didn't seem so bad? Or that he was starting t
"What the fuck is he trying to do? Man, he could get himself killed!" Marcello paced the room back and forth after Wade told him about his conversation with Vincenzo—minus the kisses and cringy nicknames."Whatever he's going to do, I'm going with him. I trust him," Alvin said."It's not about trust, Alvin. It's about whether he's going to fucking sacrifice himself to bring that bastard half-brother down. God, if I had known something like this would happen, I would have gone and strangled Dominic myself," Marcello said, making a strangling motion."Except that you were a baby at that time," Wade stated."Someone better invent a time machine, or I'll bomb this world," Marcello grumbled.This time, Carlos kept silent throughout their entire discussion. His gaze, however, was fixed on Wade, making him feel uncomfortable. Wade understood that Carlos was a psycho killer, like V
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