His Greatest Redemption [REUPLOADED]

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Spade didn't speak as he helped me off of the white marbled counter and led me out of the bathroom. When we entered a bedroom, I recognized it immediately. His room was still as cold as it was the last time I was in here, and I took my time looking around, noticing his bed was unmade.

"Were you asleep?" I asked quietly, watching him as he opened his closet door and walked inside, his back turned to me.

"No." He chuckled. I let my eyes fall over him. He was dressed in some jeans and a black hoodie with the hood flipped up over his head, a leather jacket over that. I drew in a large breath and turned away from him, hating how hot and severe he was.

I turned my head to continue looking around, but I almost lost my footing when my eyes landed on two of the scariest looking dogs I'd ever seen in my life. At first glance I didn't really think they were real, but when I focused hard, I'd quickly realized that they were, in fact, very fucking real. I watched in horror as one of the Doberman Pinschers slowly stood up on all fours, growling very lowly as it stared me down. Jesus. The dog was terrifying, with nearly all it's face being completely black and a long, slender neck. Its fur was sleek with clean markings, but the muzzle on its face did nothing but scare me even worse.

I guess there was no need to ask if he bites.

The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from Luciano's closet and a small lamp on his dresser. Both dogs were still standing in the dark corner, barely visible to my eyes, but poised to attack me. Another growl caused me to tear my eyes away from the all black Doberman, giving the mocha colored one my attention. It was just as intimidating, with a slightly bigger build and a giant looking head, brown and black everywhere. I was going to get mauled.

My heart pounded hard against my ribcage and I started to back away slowly, only to bump into Spade's hard chest. I'd had no idea when he'd left the closet, but as soon as my back touched his chest, the growls seemingly got louder. I flinched away from him as if he'd burned me, only to see him staring at me with a dark look of amusement in his eyes. He was smirking as if something about any of this was funny.

"Get your dogs." Fear was spreading throughout my body like a wildfire. "Please." I tried again, in a sweeter voice this time, once I'd realized he wasn't moving the first time.

He gave in, and without even looking at them, he said, "Sit." His voice was laced with a bite of coldness that slipped down my spine like a wet ice cube.

And just like that, the dogs slowly lowered their behinds to the ground in a half-sitting position, not once taking their gazes off me. "Better?" Spade asked dryly. His eyes had been on me the whole entire time, watching me.

"Will they bite?"

"No."

"Then sure. I'm peachy."

He glanced at the clothes I had and gestured to my hoodie, "You need to change. Take it off."