His Greatest Redemption [REUPLOADED]

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Nausea swirled in the pit of my stomach and made my head spin. I quickly turned away, vomiting all over the glossed floors of the basement. I grabbed my stomach as I hunched over and gagged, those angry tears threatening to spill again.

My father burned me all those years ago...for him.

He engaged in and encouraged his sick games, and he did it all for money.

A scream rippled through the room, loud enough to disturb the dead. I stood straight and whipped my head around, my eyes flying to Spade. He had his knife in his hand again, and I watched as he brought the knife just below John Doe's ear, right at the nape of his neck.

He slid the blade down his flesh and blood started spilling from the wound. His screams of agony shouldn't have brought me as much satisfaction as they did. I watched as Spade continued down, unfazed. The look in his eyes was deadlier than anything I'd ever seen before.

John Doe screamed out, the pain obviously unbearable.

There were a lot of things I could take, like watching someone die without batting an eye, but this was too gruesome. It was hard to watch, but I refused to take my eyes away for even a second. Spade took his cigarette out of his mouth while he continued dragging his knife down the side of his body, under his arms and over his ribs, and once he reached the raw wound in his hip, he sunk his sharp blade over it.

He was bleeding everywhere. Blood and other fluids poured from his mouth, his screams turning muffled and gargled over his blood. "I should chop your fucking balls off." Luciano pointed his knife in John Doe's crotch area, and for a second, I really thought he was going to do it, but then he shook his head and chuckled lowly, the sound terrifying and cold. "If I knew it wouldn't kill you, I'd do it. And as much as I'd like to see the life drain from your eyes, I won't be the one who takes what little fucking life you have."

What?

Spade dropped his knife and placed his cigarette in his mouth. He grabbed his piece that was tucked away in his waistband and ran his fingers over the gun, tilting his head until his green eyes met my blue ones. He inclined his head towards me, "Come here."

I didn't hesitate.

It was that moment that I realized how deeply I really did trust Luciano. But I couldn't ignore that feeling in my chest when I remembered that he knew all along. They all did, didn't they?

Everyone was aware but me.

Spade's close proximity was enough to warm my numb body, despite the fact that he wasn't touching me. He handed me his gun and stepped back so that he was behind me, and I was in control. "Do whatever the fuck you want, but make it quick, angel. We're on a timer." His deep voice was right next to my ear, so close that I could feel his breath against my skin.