His Greatest Redemption [REUPLOADED]

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TW 📌

A shiver sliced through my body as a deafening pop shook the entire room, causing every muscle inside me to tense up. The body hit the ground with a thud as Samuel stumbled away, dropping the gun as if it was hot to the touch. Blood was scattered across his pale face and he wiped his cheek with the back of his hand frantically, a strangled sound coming from the back of his throat.

The look on his face made my stomach coil.

"Good. Now go clean yourself up." Damon slapped a hand on Samuel's back, causing him to jump.

Fucking prick.

The boy remained in his spot, staring wide-eyed at the ground before he casted a glance in Damon's direction again and practically dashed down the few steps to the stage and rushed down the small hallway. I could see two men picking up the dead body, preparing to dispose of it.

I stopped listening once Damon started speaking again, and everything around me turned into white noise. The murmurs, the low music, even the conversation at my table. This was why I was so desperate to leave. To get out. The mafia was built on power, and these men would do just about anything to establish that.

My pulse thudded so loudly in my ears that I had to close my eyes for a second and just remind myself to breathe.

"We need to go." That voice, his voice, brought me back and I snapped my head in his direction. The sound of chairs scraping against the hardwood floor made me look around the table as the guys stood, save for Nico. He remained where he was, relaxed lazily in his seat with a toothpick hanging out of his mouth. "So I guess I'm watching her." He was talking to Spade, but looking at me.

"Watch me?" I looked to Spade. "Where are you going?" My throat was sore, aching, and my voice came out hoarse and scratchy.

Levi, Wolfe, Amo, Ronan, and Eli all started walking towards the doors that I knew led to the hotel lobby, but Spade had yet to move. I could feel everyone watching them. They were a group of men everyone should fear. It was evident in the way they spoke, walked, and carried themselves. None of them had a single care in the world, as if they knew no one would dare even try to put them in their place.

"Gotta handle something. We'll be back." Spade stared at me, his eyes desolate and cold. "Think you can stay your ass out of trouble until then?"

"Mhm." I cleared my throat, looking away from him and back at the stage. Damon was still up there, but another rich asshole who looked like he belonged in our world was up there with him now, smiling widely.

When I turned again, I was looking at the back of Spade's head as he walked towards the doors, and when he turned to open it, I caught sight of the cigarette hanging loose from his lips and then he was gone.

With a sigh, I glanced at Nico. "This is all fucked up."

He chuckled. "You've been around this shit all your life, it's always been fucked up."