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He'd simply shake his head, telling me there was no news, good or bad, about my daughter. Just as I reached my doorstep, I was confronted by the wealthiest slave in the wasteland, a man known for his influence. He was accompanied by his entourage, a common sight in our dire circumstances where power dynamics often dictated one's survival. “Daddy Sam,” I declared, acknowledging his presence. I knew he had always been against his son getting close to my daughter, but his son rarely listened. I had observed their friendship, noting that while they were just best friends, I wasn't naive to the fact that Sam had feelings for my daughter.

There was a shit load of information on his public persona that had nothing to do with the military. He was the son of one of the wealthiest families in the country; oil money. He and his son were filthy rich thanks to his old man and the family assets. Track Samson was a fucking nightmare. The kid was seventeen and had a sheet that one would not expect for a kid from his background. It was easy to find the reasons for that too. If you knew where to look. It was a cover. Each time he was taken away for one of these supposed infractions, he turned up at the Pentagon.

“He carried you all the way back to safety.” “Who did?” I murmur, but the door to my bedroom opens with a creak, and my dad takes up the doorway like it was made for a much smaller person. He’s my Grandma Freya and my Grandpa Andrew’s oldest son, Sam. He looks like my grandpa, so much so that people often confuse them in the old pictures dotting the walls of the packhouse. Dark blonde hair runs between his fingers when he sweeps it back and fixes me with a very patronizing look. I gape up at him, a strange sense of fight-or-flight taking over. “Mom and the aunts made me go out after dark!” Mom huffs and crosses her arms across her chest. Her hair, the same light brown as mine, tumbles over h

"Dad, tell me. Is there a way to make a woman draw near and fall for you?" Before Timothy could respond, he waved it off. "Forget it; it's pointless to ask you. You haven't figured it out yourself anyway." Timothy was at a loss for words. Sam really was his son. He knew exactly which sore spots to hit. It was one in the morning by the time they left the bar. Sam was already drunk, while Timothy was still relatively sober. He ended up having to help his son back to the hotel. "Dad, what are you doing here?" As soon as they entered the room, Sam snapped awake and stood upright.

Shandra leans her body more to the side imperceptibly, ready to hear Julian's account, who interlaces the fingers of his own hands and begins to stare at a fixed point in the shed. "Sam isn't just the exiled prince of the hell realm. I mean, that seems like enough on its own, doesn't it?" The girl says nothing. The redhead sighed. "Sam is one of the craziest guys I've ever met. He doesn't seem to care much for Order and the Law. He just does what he thinks is right, no matter who's in the way or if anyone besides him will suffer the consequences."

Sam opened his mouth to say something when he felt a chill down his spine. "It is.... Um, actually he told me about this." He admitted. "I used to see him in my dreams and then later on I did some research." He further told Lynn about it while Lynn knitted her brows. "Could it be him?" That day I was with Dr Sam before I met Moon. Also, De Sam is the son the the Alpha of new crescent pack. He should be an aldoha but he has no wolf." Giselle put two and two together while Sam laughed nervously.

Sam continued in a deep voice, “Back when I first came to South River City to make a name for myself, his father was the Kingpin of South River City. After that, we formed a deep grudge against each other because of some interests at stake, and it got worse. “Then, my power and influence grew. His father realized I was starting to threaten his position, so he asked someone to kidnap one of my women to threaten me. My woman was seven months pregnant at that time.” Sam continued with a sinister look in his eyes, “In the end, my woman died along with the baby in her stomach. So, eight years ago, I set up a trap to kill Mo’s father. However, Mo ran away to Saem at the critical time…”

1 “We are out of the house boy. I am taking you home. said the man. Sam began to feel uncomfortable with the fact that his dad referred to him as boy. He noticed that right since he came in, he has not called him son he was fond of boy when he wanted to say something to him. Sam and his dad were just a few steps from the gate. "Écume pas si rapide vous ne pouvez pas simplement entrer et repartir avec un bijou (Not so fast scum! You can’t just come in and leave with a jewel)" said one of the henchmen jumping on to Sam’s father.

"You were friends with Reed's father?" "Yes." I could see his relief that I would let the money and credit card issue go for now. "What was he like?" Lawrence smiled and started talking. "Sam was a complete playboy back in his day. We met in college. He got all the girls and I was the nerd. He wanted to play college ball, so he walked on the field and got a spot. He was that good, but his parents weren't keen on the idea. His dad needed him to take over the business. His mother wanted him to settle down. They were good people and deep down Sam was the best."

"All my father care about is my elder brother... Currently he's in London for his studies and my dad doesn't care for I and my sisters, could you imagine he deprived me of my right of his Empire. Just imagine, what kind of dad would do such to a son just because of a little mistake, it wasn't intentional that I had transferred billion out of sheer mistake. Stress was overdue on me and I had transferred billions into the wrong hand. Father was now like, I had rendered the Empire hopeless and make them go bankruptcy. How is that my fault, huh? All he tells Lizzy is that my elder brother is good.. he's good... he's great__ So what? He opened his business and he's tremendously progressing... and