His Greatest Redemption [REUPLOADED]

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Samantha

I moved the curtain out of my way so that I could see the driveway, and I watched as Ronan's matte black motorcycle swerved out into the street and sped off away from the house until the reeving of the bike could no longer be heard. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and stepped away from the window above the stove, letting the curtain fall back into place.

He was getting angrier and angrier as the days went by and he came up empty handed. This girl, whoever she was, really was getting to him. And I hated that. These guys haven't been in my life for long, but to even think about my life without them in it would crush me.

I flinched when a rough hand smacked my ass, and Spade passed by me as he headed for the refrigerator. "Ow!" I rubbed the spot where my flesh burned from the sting, and that only elicited a laugh from him.

"You weren't saying that the other day." He reached inside the fridge and grabbed the orange juice, and I turned around to open the cabinet behind me and get him a cup. I slid the glass across the table to him, all the while keeping my eyes on his tatted fingers as they untwisted the top to the orange juice. He tipped his head back and brought the container up to his lips, drinking straight from the bottle. The muscles in his throat worked as he swallowed down his first gulp, and I wanted to slap him.

How could someone look so good while drinking orange juice?

I shifted, rubbing my thighs against each other. "Well, duh. Why would I be saying ow when you keep me screaming yes?" I asked sweetly, a smirk curving the edges of my lips.

Lowering the bottle away from his mouth, he licked his bottom lip free of orange juice and chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "Careful," He warned, twisting the cap back on the container. He opened the refrigerator and put the drink back where he found it before he spoke again. "You're on your period." It was like he was reminding me, because I knew he didn't give a shit.

Rolling my eyes, I leaned back against the counter. "Trust me, I know." I had only been spotting lately, no actual blood, and I didn't know what that meant. But I wasn't just going to wait around until I actually did bleed. It was better for me to be safe than sorry. I wore a tampon just in case.

"You ready?" He let his eyes fall over my body, and I momentarily wished he'd stop looking at me like I was his favorite meal and he was starving. He moved in closer, like a beast stalking his prey, until he was standing right in front of me. His fingers squeezed my hips.

"Yeah." I nodded, my breath hitching. I was wearing a pair of black denim jeans with a slit underneath my right ass-cheek, directly below my newest tattoo, and a black skin-tight crop top with a sports bra on underneath. My hair fell loose around my shoulders, tickling the skin on my upper arms.

Spade's attire was simple. He was dressed in a plain white tank top with black Nike shorts and a pair of Air Force 1's to match, and his hair was concealed underneath the black Nike hat he was wearing.