His Greatest Redemption [REUPLOADED]

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One thing was for sure; charity events with Made Men were never what they seemed. They were used as a front to distract people from the bigger issue— and in tonight's case, it was the Cosa Nostra and their usual games, corrupt system, and fucked up law. Spade had already confirmed that he was going to hurt someone tonight, I just couldn't for the life of my figure out who.

Growing up, I never really understood the extent of these things. For one, I was extremely sheltered and separated from the public. But I'd easedropped enough as a child to know that Vito Vitali was one of the most hated men in our world, our little fucking society, but he was also the most feared.

His son had taken over completely and became so much more than that. He was not to be fucked with, and even worse than just being feared, he was respected. I'd thought it was maddening in New York, the way people looked at him, but little did I know it was just the same in Boston. It was probably that way wherever he went

My mouth closed around the pad of my finger as I sucked the leftover sourness off, savoring the flavor of the Sour Patch Kids Ronan shared with me on the wya here.

My eyes shot to Spade, who sat opposite me. Amo was on one side, Nico on the other and Levi beside him. I was sandwiched between Ronan and Eli, who both had made it their mission to hover over me immensely— Wolfe, too.

I had to give up my champagne and switch for water, and let's just say that the plane ride from New York to Massachusetts wasn't at all pretty. In fact, I was so anxious that I was sick to my stomach with fear. Before tonight, I had never in my life stepped foot on a plane. I was positive no one detected it besides Spade, because for some reason he noticed just about everything when it came to me.

Ever since my episode the other night, he'd been watching me more carefully.

I didn't know how to feel about that.

I tipped my head back and gazed at the other occupied tables. The air had thickened with danger, swarming around me and squeezing my lungs together. I wasn't safe here, I knew that, but doubling that with the fact that everything was going to 'go to shit' soon, my anxiety was bouncing off the walls.

"I'll be right back." Pretty Boy scooted his chair back, loosening his tie around his neck. The lights were dim, so I could barely see his face, but the sound of his voice suggested that he was in a rush. No one questioned where he was going, though I wanted to, and I watched him walk across the room, heading straight for the doors.

"Where's he going?" I whispered, leaning over to talk to Ronan.

"Smoke, I think." He whispered back.