His Greatest Redemption [REUPLOADED]

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He lit up a cigarette as he leaned against the wall of the house, a slow shake to his head. "You d-d-don't have t-to worry. I'll g-g-get it paid." His voice shook around the words, and even if I was the most gullible girl on the planet, I wouldn't have believed him. 

Irritation simmered beneath my skin, making everything feel tighter than it was, even my throat. My nails made half-crescent shapes in my palms, and I inhaled a breath. My chest hurt with every breath I took and for a second I felt like I couldn't breathe.

My eyes darted around the dark parking lot, searching for...I'm not sure. "How much is it?"

"You shouldn't be here." He signed, dismissing my question.

"No, you're right. I shouldn't be anywhere near you, but I am. I'm here to figure out what the hell you dragged me into!" My voice echoed, and I was sure that the dude peeking out the window from inside the house could hear me.

Stefano's eyes widened, and he rushed out, "Lower y-your voice."

"Tell me what's going on." I said. Then added, almost desperately, "Please."

"I fucked up, Sam." I watched his hands move frantically as he signed to me. "This fucker is nothing like Vito. He's worse." He continued on, shaking his head like he was trying to rid himself of his thoughts.

"Who?" My skin prickled with unease.

He looked at me again, taking his eyes off of the ground. "The Capo." He paused, glancing over his shoulder for the fifth time before he spoke in a lower tone. "Spade, Vito Vitali's son. Tell me you remember him."

I paused, going back. But my memory was blank. I knew about him, of course. Kade, was his real name. They called him the King of the Cosa Nostra; merciless and devilish. Young. It was said that he murdered his father, Vito —the previous Boss— and his rise as Capo wasn't any walk in the fucking park. I'd never seen the man a day in my life, but I knew enough to know that he was not a man you wanted to be indebted to.

So what was Stefano thinking?

Why would he even go to a Cosa Nostra owned casino? He wasn't a complete idiot, so he obviously planned this out. He knows our family isn't to be trusted, and one wrong move and it's over for us. Didn't he know that we were targets?

'Betrayal to the Cosa Nostra was punishable by death.' Those are the words they made my father repeat over and over again while they killed him.

Licking my dry lips, I told myself to calm down. "How much?" I didn't even want to know his ridiculous reason anymore, I was just...scared.