His Greatest Redemption [REUPLOADED]

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Spade

My head was a fucked up place.

That was no secret. The shit my father put me through as a child was to show for it. I saw things, had shit done to me, and had the blood of my father's enemies smeared all over my fucking hands, all at the age of thirteen. Back then, being raised amongst murderers and unhinged motherfuckers, I was taught that everything was replaceable. Temporary. Discardable. I was a king.

Never care too much or too fucking little.

That's how I survived this far, it was what caused my days in prison to come and go. I crawled my way out of hell and used the little resources I had at the time to rebuild all this shit, and I did it without giving a single solitary fuck about the consequences that were to come.

So how come whenever I was around Sam, I got this urge to claim those sweet fucking lips of hers and run my tongue over every inch of her body? She was invading my space, my thoughts, my fucking oxygen.

I was always thinking about her. She was my drug, I was an addict, and that thought alone made me grind my molars together so hard that my jaw ached.

I should've killed her and her brother, gotten her away from me and avoided all of this. I didn't like shit being thrown at me and me not being able to prepare for it. Prison taught me to be ready for fucking anything. But her? I didn't fucking see.

Hell, in some aspects, she was the enemy. Daughter of a traitor and the sister of a fake.

"How long do you think one can have a boner?"

My eyes shifted to Eli, who was manspread on the sofa in my lounge, the same sofa I nearly fucked Sam on just a few minutes ago. Just thinking about it got my dick hard, which annoyed the fuck out of me. I was leaning against the wall, a glass of whiskey dangling between my fingers.

"Why? You need to see a doctor or some shit?" Levi muttered.

"No, I was just wondering when Spade was gonna combust." Eli turned his head to look at me, his eyes glistening with ideas.

I didn't say shit in response because I didn't have time for his bullshit. Eli was younger than all of us, save for Ronan, and he was more reckless. A fucking smartass. People had always seemed to like him and his easy-going personality, but you piss him off good enough and you'll wish you never met him.

I shot back the whiskey, welcoming the burn. "Do you trust Dove with Sam?" Levi shifted on the couch, thrumming his fingers against his leg.

I raised an eyebrow, "You trust your sister?"

"No." He scoffed. "She's sneaky and almost always on something. Doesn't listen to shit I tell her."

Sounded like someone I knew.

Fuck, I could still smell her scent all over me. What the fuck was that shit? Sugar? Vanilla? Cherries? Fucking what? 

I nodded, "They might think they're alone, but they aren't. I have Knight following them." Sam was allowed to go out and do whatever the fuck she wanted, but that didn't mean I trusted her.