His Greatest Redemption [REUPLOADED]

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Spade

She's carrying my kids.

Two babies at fucking once.

I knew something was up with her, knew her too damn well to believe her when she said there wasn't. I was going to let her think she got away with it until she slipped up around me, but this? This was the last thing I expected.

She was pregnant, and too fucking afraid to say anything to me. I just couldn't figure out what she was afraid of. That I'd turn her away or some shit? Her and my own kids? I ran my eyes across the words I knew she probably tried writing more than once, my pulse thudding in my neck as the paper crinkled under the weight of my fingers. 

"You okay, dawg?" Eli cleared his throat, drawing my attention away from her note. I looked down at my Rolex, knowing there was only about ten minutes left before I had to go downstairs. Folding the paper back up, I tucked it into the pocket of my suit and then ran my hands down my face.

"When did she tell you to give this to me?" I asked, dismissing his question because truthfully, I didn't know what I was feeling. I tried to remember that it wasn't her fault, that she was scared, but then my mind went back to the fact that she could've just told me. I would've...fuck, I don't even know what I'd do but I know I sure as shit wouldn't have faulted her for something we both did.

"Just a few minutes ago. Never seen her so nervous. We saw the pictures—"

"What pictures?" I cut him off, leaning back into my chair.

"What are those shits called?" Eli looked around the room at the guys, snapping his fingers as if that would make the answer automatically appear.

"The ultrasound pictures." Nico crossed his arms over his chest, rolling his eyes at Eli.

I ran my fingers across my jaw, thinking hard. I didn't know what bothered me more, the fact that I was going to be a father, and probably a shit one at that, or the fact that she felt like she couldn't come to me and we figure this shit out together. She was right, we were building an empire, but she was wrong if she thought it was going to be easy. I was going to protect her and my kids with my life, whether she knew that or not.

We were going to do this. We were going to get married and have these babies, and raise them in this twisted world and wish for the fucking best. But we were going to do it, all she had to do was trust me. She was my soul, my weakness. My Samantha. The girl I was lost without and the woman I'd die for, and we were going to rule this fucking city together with our kids by our side.

That thought should terrify me, having to raise two kids at once, two mini me's or two stubborn ass mini Samantha's, or maybe one of each, and I think in the back of my mind it does, but my main concern right now is her. I'll deal with the rest later.

"We should go. Dove said it's time." Levi inclined his head towards the door, effectively throwing his cigarette out the window to the room.

"Yeah." I stood up, keeping my voice calm even though my heart was clawing at my chest from the inside out.

"You're about to be a daddy." Wolfe snickered from his spot in the bathroom doorway.

"It would be sad if you died before you got to see it for yourself." I fixed the cuff of my suit, exhaling a short breath through my lips.

"Why're you always threatening people with death?" He murmured.

"Because it's effective. Now let's go so that I can get married and leave this stupid ass church with my wife."

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A/N: Short chapter, but I wanted to give you guys something from Spade's POV before the book ended.