His Greatest Redemption [REUPLOADED]

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Spade

I was angry, and most times, I did a good job of masking that anger and turning it into something different. But fuck, all I saw was red and I couldn't fucking think straight. How I acted wasn't a surprise to anyone, but my reason of action is what had their fucking heads twisted up.

A woman.

I slaughtered some stupid fuck for saying the wrong thing, and I did it over one single woman— I killed one of my dealers for a fucking girl. It wasn't like I gave a fuck, but the fucker brought it on himself. He didn't know when to shut the fuck up.

And gradually, with every single word that came from his mouth, I got angrier and angrier. Rage burned in the pit of my stomach, and it only got worse when I saw the look on her face when that Niccoli fucker mentioned the word rape. Half the night, Sam seemed cold and collected, unbothered, even, but as soon as the word left his mouth, her mask cracked in half and split down the middle.

I saw it. I saw the way her body tensed and noticed the way her face flushed before she shuffled closer to me, as if seeking my protection.

And that was when I felt like murdering someone. I already knew in the back of my head that there were going to be less people leaving my house than the number that walked in.

I was already annoyed before the night even fucking started. She told me no. I didn't fucking like it, so I made her wear the fucking dress, only to regret it later.

Sam might've been right when she said I was childish, but she brought out a side of me that I didn't like to acknowledge even existed. I didn't know how to react when I saw her sitting at the bar with Giovanni, looking calm and her face blank as he spoke to her.

I shouldn't have forced her to wear that fucking dress.

I hated it.

The material hugged every delicious curve she had. It was way too fucking tight and exposed. And Nico, the fucker, enjoyed seeing me that way. He even had the audacity to glance at her, wink my way, and then grin.

"What do you want to do with him?" Levi kicked Giovanni's leg with his boot, a blunt hanging out of his mouth.

The house was clear now, aside from Levi, Eli, and me. Sam was here, too, but she did as she was told and didn't come back downstairs.

I took my eyes off the lipgloss stained glass sitting on top the bar and looked at the body, "I don't fucking care. Dump him, burn it, or feed him to the damn dogs. I could care less." I ground out.

"Seems to be your motto lately, huh?"

That came from Eli, who was sitting casually on the couch with his ankle propped up on his knee.

I lifted my hard glare to him, my jaw working it's round. "Why the fuck are you still here?"

"Maybe I just want to spend quality time with my brothers. You know, you're making me feel unwanted." He pouted, cocking his head to the side. Though Nico and I basically raised him and Ronan, my muscles still seemed to go rigid whenever they called me their brother. I protected them because they were my family, blood or no blood, but the whole brother title belonged to Nico. Not me.

"I advise that unless you want to be next, shut up." Nico grumbled, casting me a knowing glance. He was discreetly calling me out for the way I acted earlier, but I refused to acknowledge him.

With annoyance brewing deep inside my chest, my eyes slid to the issue on my floor again. What happened earlier wouldn't have bothered me. Prostitution wasn't anything new in the mafia, and despite the fact that selling flesh wasn't something I dipped my money in, my father did. But now with Sam here, it was like everything ticked me off.

I couldn't go one minute without thinking about her and that fucking face of hers.

She was uncomfortable, visibly disgusted— a normal reaction when talking about something like rape, but there was something else, something raw and unidentified in her gaze that had me wondering. What the fuck happened to her? I indulged in her fire because frankly, the weak pissed me off— but I could tell that most of her coldness wasn't real.

She wasn't easy to read, whether I liked that or not, and I wasn't sure if she was aware of it, but it was hot as fuck.

Running my hand through my hair, I started walking off in the other direction without sparing anyone a second glance. It felt like I had no control of my feet as I made my way up the stairs and down the corridor that led to her room. The bedroom door was cracked open, and with an indignant breath, I pushed it all the way open.

My gaze landed on her immediately. The moonlight bled through the window, casting a glow on her olive-toned skin, making her appear like a fallen fucking angel. She was on her stomach, both of her hands under her pillow as she slept. Her hair surrounded her head like a damn cloud. She breathed regularly through her parted lips, but her face was twisted up with what looked like agony. Pain.

I frowned.

I ran my eyes over her again, and I was relieved to see her face clean of any blood splatter.

She annoyed every bone in my body, but fuck, she was beautiful.

I was going to let it kill me.

I glanced at the dress folded on top of the ottoman in the corner, and with a breath of irritation, I moved across the room and snatched it up before storming back downstairs, making a beeline for the back doors. "Hey, where're you going?" Eli jumped up from the couch to follow me outside, but I ignored him.

Once I was on the grass, I dropped the dress and pulled out a cigarette. "Here," Eli handed me his lighter, and after lighting the tip of my cig, I bent down and ignited the end of the dress, watching it catch fire. "Bummer. The dress was made just for her." The little shit murmured from beside me, shaking his head as he chuckled.

He was annoying the fuck out of me.

I blew a circle of gray smoke out from between my lips before dragging my tongue over them, cocking my head to the side as I watched the dress burn, inhaling the smell of burnt paper.

"So the meeting with the Outfit went well, then? They seemed amused by the whole ordeal." Eli chuckled.

"I bet." I mumbled, then looked around absentmindedly, "Deals not finished, though. Shit has to be talked over."

"When?" He asked, seeming a little excited.

"Don't know." I clipped. He wanted his hands on the piece of territory that the Outfit has access to for now, and while I wanted it too, I didn't know Eli's reasoning. Of course I wanted it because I was a greedy bastard who took and never gave back, but as for Eli...I had no idea why this agreement with the Outfit excited him.

And frankly, I didn't care.

I could barely fucking focus on anything right now, let alone business.

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