His Greatest Redemption [REUPLOADED]

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My black lace mask was secured around my face tightly. I chose a dress laced in black that complicated my skin in a way I'd never seen before. The dress was tight around my waist, strapless, and banded a little tightly down my legs and spilled out around my heels. I was without any panties, because the slit in the dress went right up past my hip.

I was against it, at first, because I was worried the the nasty burn above my hip would be revealed. But it was luck, because the dress stopped right below it. The thought of someone seeing it, inspecting the letters branded there, it made me sick to my stomach. Even til this day, I could still feel the burn from the torture and I couldn't even count how many times I slipped in and out of consciousness during the process. Despite my screams of pain, the fighting, and the fucking crying, papà still burned those haunting initials into my skin like I was a cow.

Shaking off those thoughts, I brought the bottle of champagne in my hands up to my lips and drunk straight from the flute.

Jersey, Dove, and I all visited the salon yesterday, per Dove's complaint that my ends were split and needed to be trimmed. I let the stylist do her job, and I even considered dying my hair a metallic silver, but then I bitched out and stuck with my natural brown. I was happy with the results, nonetheless. I'd never seen my hair so thick and healthy looking before.

My eyes were dark and heavy with eyeliner and smoke, and of course, I was wearing crimson red lip gloss.

Over-fucking-all, I looked hot.

Though, I couldn't let myself get wrapped up. There was still that fear, that all-consuming anxiety that something was going to go wrong. I couldn't help it, but everything about tonight seemed sketchy. Too sketchy.

Calm down, Sam.

I hadn't seen Spade all day, since he'd made it his mission to get things prepared and ready with the boys. I was on the edge about seeing him, anyways, especially after nearly dry riding him yesterday. I'll admit, it was not exactly one of my best moments. He just sparked up a certain part of my body like no other could.

No one came close to him.

And I hated myself for that. Hated him for it, too.

The sound of footsteps caused me to snap my head up and that's when I saw them.

Or more importantly, him.

Spade's eyes came to mine and he paused, something akin to hot anger flashing over his dark gaze as he dragged his eyes down my body in a way that had me feeling like I couldn't breathe. A muscle in his jaw ticked, flexing slowly, and when our eyes met again, he was glaring at me. I smirked, despite feeling as though there was no oxygen in my lungs.