Even If It Hurts Sam Mariano Novels & Stories

Patricia turned and ran without looking back. Her idol had completely collapsed. She could not accept it. Lorenzo liked men. Sam pushed up his glasses, confused. “Why do you look like the sky just fell?” Lorenzo sneered. “Doesn’t matter.” Sam handed him a towel. “That took a long time. Must have hurt.” Even with anesthesia, it only dulled part of the pain. The longer it went on, the weaker it became. And that spot was especially sensitive. Lorenzo wiped the cold sweat from his face.

"Didn't I say not tell him?! He's weak, and knowing about his amputation wouldn't work for his recovery! Can't you be more careful as his family member?!" And when the doctor was done, Lindsay could not hold back either. "How could you be so terrible, Sam?! Don't you understand Ryan's condition?! Why would you tell him?! Don't you know what's right at your age?! If he's hurt because of you… I-I'll give up!" Lindsay started bawling at that, and Marvin had to comfort her. However, he was clearly angry as well and told Sam, "What you did today is really disappointing, Sam. You're thirty—don't you understand the consequences?"

Benji says, and Sam shrugs. "We still value your opinion whether it's biased or not. She is your mate. The situation affects you the most," Sam explains softly, and I smile proudly. Benji glances at Mariah before looking both at us. He gulps and rubs his hands together. I know this moment is hard for him. If he goes one way, he could offend the other. It's a stressful spot to be in for the male who has been nothing but loyal his entire life.

I said as I checked him for injuries, I have experienced first hand what a common handshake from Miguel alone can do to one's wrist,talk more of a full blown brawl. “Let's just say that things are complicated but we can discuss that later. Are you hurt?” “I'm not.” Samson answered, pushing my hands away, “and I can see that you're not either.” “Well—” “How could you?” he interrupted. His voice was filled with anger, “you've been fine all these while and you couldn't even bother to let me know? Do you know how worried I have been?” I was short of words. Nothing I said would make up for my mistakes but he had to understand too. This was not in my plans at all.

Yvonne asked worriedly. Samuel smiled helplessly and said, "I don't go out to fight every time. It's not easy for me to get hurt." Yvonne pouted and said, "You've been hospitalized twice. It's not easy for you to get hurt. It's only been a short time." Samuel felt a little embarrassed when he heard these words. These two situations were unexpected. He did not even know what would happen this time around. After all, he did not even know who the other party was. It was possible that he might really be injured.

I asked her. "I'm not happy, Joey. My marriage is in shambles." She said, "We've established that fact but that's no excuse to say that you are being punished, Sam." I said to her, "It is true. I hurt you really badly and now, I am getting hurt. Emilio probably hates me." She said as tears fell down her cheeks. I stared hard at her and was filled with so many emotions that I could not even control as I drew closer and wiped the tears off with my thumb whilst staring deep into her eyes like I wanted to bore a hole through her soul.

"But whatever this thing is between you and Scarlett, it's only gonna bring you more trouble. Not just to you but to the entire Mafia. You gotta fucking let it go, man." I shrugged off his hand, my pride bristling at his words. "I can't," I muttered, my voice low and defiant. "I won't." Sam sighed, his expression resigned as he gave me one last look before turning to leave. "Suit yourself, man," he said, his voice tinged with disappointment. "But don't say I didn't warn you."

“While I doubt that Diego of this fact, you are not going to be foolish enough to hurt a man that is not only your sister’s mate, but is also innocent of his father’s accusations.” “Just like us, he has suffered enough to lose for a man to die. If he is strong enough to look at all of us, and if he chose to stand against his father to start a new pack, whether or not he is your sister’s mate, you are going to be forced to work with him as long as I say that you do. Am I making myself clear?” Mario asked, glaring daggers at me. “Or else what? Are you going to put her in my place?” I asked, and Mario chuckled, shaking his head.

No doubt that one is Sam. "They are going to Japan, leaving tonight." I watch as Lorenzo writes down all the details. "Lorenzo, stay out of it." I can't have him go to collect it. There's a chance others will be there. "Really? You still don't fucking trust me?" I watch as he storms out. It isn't that I don't trust him. I don't want him hurt. "Okay, Sam, begin cutting." I lean back, watching Sam slowly cut around Damon's bicep. Once the muscle has been removed, it slaps against the floor. Damon's cries get louder as Sam begins on the next one.

West yells. "But you guys are not complete." I overhear Maria saying, and then I remember Delatto is gone. Maria puts the key in the ignition and starts driving down the road like maniacs on the highway to hell. "He had a terminal illness," Donny answers. "And the others?" I inquire. "They couldn't make it." Luca answers. I rush to where West is lying with Samantha; he has a torn shoulder, and he carried her all the way. "West." He shakes his head. "This is not about me."