His Greatest Redemption [REUPLOADED]

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I took a deep breath in an attempt to master the emotions battling up inside my chest as I stared at the club ahead of me. I was safe, protected by the cocoon that was my car. The three men standing outside along the edge of the curb while they smoked on a cigarette couldn't see me from here.

Sometimes I thought of it as funny how all the killers of the La Cosa Nostra looked the same. Men hidden behind the piece of metal they called a Glock, with dark silhouettes and even darker souls.

Intuition was a tricky thing, because in my world there was no such thing as hesitation. It was either do or don't do. There was no in between. For me, my intuition was sometimes an enemy and sometimes an ally. It either landed me on my ass or high up above the clouds, feeling like no one or nothing could touch me.

In this very moment, I had a feeling my intuition would leave me somewhere dead and, according to the man I met merely a few hours, decaying in the ocean with my daddy.

Reaching over, I pressed on the small button to open my glove compartment and I grabbed one of my stress balls. These things were oddly soothing, albeit temporary.Though tonight, it wasn't working. I felt nauseous, so sick to my stomach that I knew I was millimeters away from puking all over my car.
I'd been like this the entire drive here.

This club was only mentioned to me once or twice in my life, during those desperate times when my mamma was actually sober enough to give a fuck about my father and his absence in her life, and so it didn't take long for me to get on the internet and find the address of this place.

It was an hour away from where I stayed in the city, surrounded by several other corrupt 'businesses' that the Cosa Nostra owned.

I just needed to go in there and scope the place out. No harm done. Truthfully, I knew it was a slim chance that I'd find Spade here, but that didn't mean I couldn't get my questions answered by someone else. Call me stupid, but it wasn't just Stefano's life on the line. I worked too damn hard just to give up.

I sat up in my seat straighter when the three men outside the club finally turned around and walked back inside, leaving me alone in the parking lot.

I popped a massive wad of bubble gum, an anxious breath escaping me as I chewed. It was an off-brand, cherry flavored piece of gum that I found inside my cup holder, and it didn't taste the best, but I needed something to keep myself from getting lost in my thoughts.

Gathering my wits, I sent a quick prayer to the big man above, and then I exited my car. I was still dressed in my hoodie and ripped jeans from earlier, and I knew that I probably still smelt like alcohol and sweat, but that was the least of my problems. I doubt anyone in there will care. I glanced around me, suddenly feeling as though someone was watching me. When I found no one, I shut my eyes and squeezed the stress ball again.

I slowly approached the back door of the club and did a once over of the parking lot before I pulled the door open and quickly slipped inside. This place was huge. Way bigger than Derek's pub, and less...crowded. There were a lot of folks here, but they all had space to branch out. The red and white lights blinded me every time I blinked, preventing me to seeing things clearly.