Spade stepped out of the bathroom, wet and dripping with water, with a towel hanging low on his waist, barely holding on around his waist

He stopped in front of his closet mirror, the door of the walk in closet served two purposes, a door and also a humongous mirror, full length.

He looked at himself, seeing his hair dripping with water down his face and chest, he peeled off the towel from around his waist and used it to dry his hair, soaking off the excess water from it, before flinging the towel on the bed

He opened his closet and walked in, the lights automatically came on the minute he stepped in, dim yellow light. On the right side of the closet were rows and rows of different colors of suit, blue, black, red, maroon, but mostly black as that was the color of his life. On the same hanger space were rows of ties of different colors, from stripped to just plain. Neatly folded on the left side of the closet were his trouser and white buttoned up shirts, one for each suit. Neatly arranged on the counter rack.

Below was the shoe rack, with different designer shoes, kicks and flip flops, he liked his comfort.

He scanned through the rows of jackets and picked a black one again, before pairing it with black pants and buttoned up white shirt, no ties. This outing wasn't a business one, more of a casual/business meeting.

He walked further into the closet and right in front was a huge mirror, just like the one outside the closet.

He unfolded the white shirt, and put it on, before putting on the pants, tucking the shirt inside the pants, he flung the jacket over his shoulder and put one arm after the other, before looking himself in the mirror. His hair was still a mess, on the cupboard where the mirror was standing, he opened it and there were a lot of supplies there, from hair spray, to hair moisturizer, a small comb, a hair dryer and other stuff he used for himself.

He liked to take care of himself. He picked up the hair spray and applied some on his hair before picking up the small comb, styling his hair like he always does, he did the same to his beards.

Liking his looks, he put them back and closed the cupboard. He walked back to the clothes section and picked out a black well polished shoe and black socks before walking out of the closet.

He sat on his bed and put the shoe on, he pulled the cupboard from his bedside table and looked through his collection of wristwatch, gold, silver, indigo. Different designer brand. He picked out the gold Rolex and his knuckle rings before closing the cupboard back.

He put them on and stood up. Checking himself in the huge mirror, satisfied with his look, he picked up his keys and phone before walking over to the other side of the bed, he pulled the cupboard open again and picked up his pistol, checking it for bullets before tucking it safely inside the gun hoister in his jacket.

All his jackets had one He never left the house without his pistol, especially when where he was going was Greg's house.

He walked out of the small house, there were no men or any form of security around this part of the compound, they were all situated at the huge mansion and the gate.

He picked his favorite car, the Red Cadillac. He walked towards it and entered inside, before starting the engine, it roared to life and he sped out of the compound and into the roadside, his house was a bit secluded from town, with trees around it. Mostly for security purposes.

While driving his mind drifted to Nate, the last encounter they had with each other. Threatening him like that was never part of the plan, but seeing that he kept trying to hide why he was there in the first place only made Spade curious and suspicious of him.

He knew Greg could not be trusted, not one bit. If not for what he wanted, he would have killed him a long time ago, but that would be mercy for him. He promised he'd make him suffer first, then he'd beg for death.

That was why he would take the things he cherished the most, first his children, then his business and lastly his life. He wouldn't know what hit him by the time Spade was done with him.

But knowing his son was a part to whatever he was plotting kind of disappointed Spade, not that he expected any better tho, after all he was his son, what did he expect? That he'd be a saint?

He hadn't seen him since that night at his club, he had better things to worry about, but yes he said he'd watch him by himself and that was exactly why he was on his way to Greg's house, not to see Greg but someone else, someone that could tell him more about Nate, someone that knew Nate more than anyone.

It had been two days and Matteo hadn't reported back on anything about Van Horne, he should be worried but Matteo can take care of himself, if anything he can handle Van Horne just well.

He stopped his car in front of the traffic light, it was on red, he stayed there as he watched the streets, cars moving on different sides of the road, people walking about side walks, carefree with no bother about anything else.

Some people had life easy for them Everything planned out for them, something he'd wish for as a child but his dream was far fetched.

The lights turned green and he zoomed off and took the turn that would take him straight to Greg's mansion, he looked at the mirror up in his car and dead soulless eyes looked back at him, he sighed out and looked away Soon enough he arrived at the mansion, he drove in slowly, without stopping for the men at the gates, he stopped the car and stepped out of it, looking at every man Greg had in his house.

He fixed his suit, and strolled towards the door where two men were stationed, they gave him a curt nod, he rang the bell and in seconds it flung open, revealing and old lady, she had a smile on but the moment her eyes landed on him, it slowly turned to a frown and then fear.

"Mr DeVille" she whispered before stepping aside for him to walk in "Uh... Mr Miller is busy at the moment" she whispered looking at him with uncertainty

"I'm not here to see Mr Miller" he muttered his eyes moving from her to the figure standing at the entrance of what would seem like the kitchen "I came to see her" he muttered and the old lady just looked back at her and nodded before walking away from him towards her, she whispered something to her before walking back into the kitchen, leaving just Spade and Su in the living room.

With his hands shoved into his pocket, he moved from where he stood, looking around the living room, a huge chandelier in the middle of the room, two couches, a few paintings on the wall, no family picture whatsoever.

"You know when people go to see other people, they usually call to inform whoever they're going to see" Su muttered standing by the doorway to the kitchen

Without turning to look at her he spoke "I don't need permission to come and see you" he muttered still looking around the living room, she scoffed lightly.

"You're not married to me yet, so yes I'm pretty sure you need my permission before coming to my house to see me" she gritted out looking at him, unbothered by her words he just turned to face her, cocking his head sideways, he watched her

"Your house"? He asked looking around the place one more time "princess the last time I checked you're still staying under daddy's wings" he taunted watching as she clenched and unclenched her fists, the nerve of this man.

He was a total dick, how the hell is she supposed to live with him forever, she let out a deep breath, walking down the two flights of stairs, he looked unbothered and seemingly uninterested in her, his eyes void of any emotion as he watched her.

There was nothing about her that interested him, not even the fact that she had a mouth of her own, nothing about her was intriguing. She didn't push his buttons like her brother did, she didn't make him want to know more like her brother did. She was just plain, daddy's girl.

"What do you want"? She snapped glaring at him, which didn't even affect him in the least

"What do you think I want? Obviously I'm not here to play nice fiance with you, as you know, this arrangement is of convenience and not out of feelings, I don't care about you and I don't expect you to care about me either" he spoke slowly watching her, he opened his mouth to speak again but was cut off by the opening of the front door.

Su's eyes moved from him and landed on the person at the door, he didn't bother turning around as the person walked towards them, footsteps stealth and silent.

A few feet away from him and he could smell their cologne and it was one he knew all too well, he clenched his jaw as the smell invaded his nose, strong, boyish and Woody scent.

The person came into view as he stood in front of his sister, his eyes moved from her and landed on Spade, he gasped sucking in a breath in process, his lips slightly parted as he blinked a few times. His right hand on his side balled into a fist, while the left holding the brown envelope, gripped tighter to it.

Neither of them expected to see the other here, since their last exchange at the club, neither had seen the other. Well except for Nate that kept seeing Spade in his dreams, not a fun kind of dream, not the kind that leaves a smile on your face and butterflies in your stomach, not the milky way kind of dream, but the hideous ones, the ones that wake you up in the night, in a cold sweat, asking yourself why you went to sleep in the first place.

Spade narrowed his eyes at Nate, from those depressing brown eyes, to his smooth round face, small built body, his eyes landed on the brown envelope in his clutch and he narrowed his eyes on it, it was the same one. The one he was holding in the club. So he was right, Nate was running the errand for his father.

He sighed out and looked back up at Nate, meeting his eye, he quickly looked away nervously, without saying anything to Spade he turned to face his sister.

"Hey" he whispered, she just crashed her body on his, he chuckled, the sound making Spade scrunch his brows, the sound was almost melodic, like a kind of music.

Deep, throaty and soft. It sounded genuine and real, other than the fearful, lost look he always had on, this will be the first time Spade would see another reaction on him, and it brought his face out in another light. Brighter, and less broody. Spade swallowed and looked away, feeling his neck heat up. A strange feeling deep in his stomach.

"Where is he"? He asked his sister, oblivious of the way Spade had looked at him, the way he had tugged at a few strings in the cold devil's heart with just a smile

"Upstairs, I think he has company or something" she muttered and he just sighed out and nodded

He looked at his wristwatch, before looking back up at her. He could feel Spade's eyes boring into his side, he was itching to look at him, to see those brooding, grey orbs study him like always, but he was afraid, scared and confused.

He was afraid he'd see the Spade he always saw in his dreams at night. The Spade who knew his deepest darkest secret.

"I have a meeting in 30 minutes, I don't think I can wait, can you keep this for him please"? He pleaded softly to his sister and she nodded with smile before taking it from him

"Sure" she mutttered.

He smiled and pulled her in for a hug before kissing her forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow sis" he muttered, and with his heart still thudding in his chest, his mind still screaming at him to just take a peek at Spade, he ignored them both and turned around walking away from the both of them and out of the house.

He didn't want to spend one more second there with Spade. Asides the dream he had, he was also trying to grant him his wish and stay out of his way. As much as he knows Spade is dangerous and the wrong choice for his sister, he couldn't do anything about it but hope that his sister some how gets through to the heartless devil.

He sighed out as he rushed down the flight of stairs outside and walked towards his car, now he knows who owned the red Cadillac he saw outside when he came.

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