All Chapters of To Kiss My Enemy : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Wade's ears burned at those words. "Fuck, I've never been to one of those. I don't dare to step into one either. You seemed... like you've gone there before,"He pictured Vincenzo walking into a sex toy shop with someone else. A wave of jealousy washed over him. "Of course. I pictured buying those toys and sticking them into your tight ass, and a plug to keep my cum into your tight hole,"Wade's cheeks burned even more. His cock was starting to get hard just from hearing those dirty words. They walked into a sex shop. Wade didn't want to be seen together with Vincenzo, feeling shy all of a sudden. What the hell was he doing here anyway? He never sets foot into something as ridiculous as this. A woman in a black and white uniform walked up to them. "Hello! How can I help you and your....?" She peered behind Vincenzo's back. If he wasn't in public, Vincenzo would have jutted a knife in her neck for looking at his boyfriend. But he had to put on a nice expression in public. "We'll ta

"Better shut the fuck up before my bullet enters your mouth," Vincenzo warned. Then he nodded to Alvin. Alvin nodded hack, turned and left in the car. "These two understand each other without saying anything. Sigh... Though they act like they were strangers," Marcello muttered. "Get to work," he pushed Marcello forward, urging him. Marcello began to pick the lock, pulling out a mini lock-picking kit. Vincenzo pressed a button on his watch, jamming all the cameras. One glance and they knew that Anna's little house was filled with cameras and security locks. "What with this woman? Is she hiding some kind of treasure in here?" Marcello grumbled. "We'll know once we enter," Vincenzo gave him a pat on the shoulder. Finally, the locks were open. Marcello would have loved to smash the windows and climb in, enjoying the crunch of broken glasses underneath his shoes. But he can't do that. They weren't here to attract attention to themselves. "Gordon could be working with Dominic," Marce

Betraying the gang was a sin. The sinner would be scorned and detested by all members, beaten up, stabbed to death, smashed till the organs and face are unrecognizable. Not only that, their children and wives would be killed too to eliminate any chances of revenge their offspring might take. The rules were created by Dario Luciano, Vincenzo's grandfather. That's how the Lucianos commanded respect and order in the world of crime. Their path in the underworld was filled with blood, sweat and tears, built upon loyalty and trust. "Take it out on me, Vincenzo. This is all my fault! It has nothing to do with my wife and children! Please..." Gordon swallowed, his heart in his throat, "Let them go. I understand those rules. I'm willing to do anything to repent but my kids and wife are innocent. They don't know! They don't know a single fucking thing about my job or what I do!" When Anna found out that Gordon was with the Mafia,

"Kidnapping a family member works best. Weaknesses. That's how we make our enemies fall to their knees and beg for mercy. We can't have something to lose if we want to stand in this position. The higher you are, the harder the fall," Vincenzo said, gesturing around himself. Wade didn’t like the truth of it. No wonder they were called monsters, devils, and heartless creatures. "You're breaking families apart. I will never agree to that. What about Anna? Can't you let Anna and her kids go? Gordon's the one guilty, not them." "You're too softhearted, Wade. I used to think you were hardhearted when you rejected me and hid your feelings for me," Vincenzo brushed Wade’s cheeks gently with the back of his fingers. "Everyone has a weakness, something or someone they're afraid to lose. I'm sure you don't have one, or you wouldn't be saying such things," Wade said. He turned and was about to leave

"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.