His Greatest Redemption [REUPLOADED]

10

Spade

I was in the living room, my eyes completely out of focus as I stared at the television. The music playing in the background turned into white noise as I ran my hands through my hair and let out an aggravated growl. The fuck was I thinking? Letting her pretty little ass stay here. For all I could've known, she was playing me to get back at the Cosa Nostra for killing her father.

That was highly unlikely, but still a possibility.

How the fuck have I never heard of her before? I knew her father. He was one of Vito's most trusted distributors, one he considered a friend. I hated the motherfucker, and he kept his distance from me because he was wary of what I might do if he pushed me past my limits. He was always around my father though, lurking in places he didn't belong, playing him. Point is, he never spoke about his daughters, or his wife.

I didn't know who Samantha was until a few days ago, when she showed up at one of my clubs, apparently looking for me. It was a bold ass move for a girl like her. She went there, not caring about the consequences.

I was fucking reckless, I could admit that, but I lived by only two things: the code and one fucking rule: don't get caught up in something I couldn't get out of.

I put a cigarette between my lips and slipped my hands in my pockets as I leaned against the couch. The urge to grab my zippo and light up was eating at me, but I refused. Doing that would only confirm that the girl made my fucking blood tingle.

But fuck, was she annoying— a little smart-ass nuisance who didn't know when to shut the hell up. Maybe that was the reason she had all my attention twenty-four-fucking-seven. No one had the balls to talk to me the way she did, challenge me in that way.

And when I aimed my gun in her fucking face to scare her? The crazy bitch smiled at me.

That both intrigued and annoyed me.

I was snapped out of whatever daze I was in when a girl came rushing out of the game room, almost bumping into Amo on her way out, who stepped back with a disgusted look on his face. The girl was topless, wearing only a thong that did a bad job of covering her.

Nico came out of the room behind her, laughing.

Amo dropped down on the couch below me and shook his head, "Fucking psycho."

"I didn't do shit to her." Nico said. "She tried to steal from me, so I gave her an option; either she give me her hand or leave. She decided to leave."

"Where's the girl?" Amo turned to me, cocking his eyebrow. I didn't answer him because it wasn't any of his fucking business, but Eli sauntered in instead, poised to answer. "She's upstairs probably mapping out her plan to murder Spade and probably the rest of us, too." He leaned his hip against the counter and grinned.

"Why the fuck aren't you at school?" Amo asked him.

"Why the fuck do you care?" Eli retorted. "And I finished that shit last year."