Even If It Hurts Sam Mariano Novels & Stories

"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.

“Oh, trust me, he wasn’t at his best behavior.” “F8ck off,” Damian scoffed at Andres darkly. “Stop cursing,” Sam scolded gently. The group around them laughed when Damian gave them a hard look. Her husband then picked up Luciano and held him carefully. Luciano leaned over and gave his mom another kiss. “Have the doctors check your vitals, Sam,” Damian said. Sam only smiled at him. “I’m fine, Damian,” she answered truthfully. She leaned on his other side and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. “Knowing what’s waiting for me here, gave me the energy that I needed to finish the race.”

When the day broke, I got ready for work and, upon arriving at the office, I found Manu right at the entrance. "Manu, do you have time for coffee at the bakery?" "Sure, Sam. It's still early." The short woman was so happy that I even felt a little envious. "How are things with the police chief?" I asked as we sat down. "Very well, contrary to your sad expression. What happened?" Manu scrutinized me. "Heitor and I had a fight. And it was ugly." I sighed and told Manu everything. "You know what, Sam, you messed up, really badly. You felt so hurt that you didn't rest until you hurt him too." Manu said without mercy.

I hear the door open and Sam is standing in the doorway with a wide terrified look on his face. "Luna? What's wrong?" "It hurts! Fire!" Is all I can say through clenched teeth as I continue to writhe back and forth. My body is covered in a sheen of sweat and my hands are balled tightly at my sides. "That fucker." I hear Sam mutter "What? Sam please! Make it stop!" "I can't." He looks at me with sympathy and places a hand on my shoulder. His touch burns even more and he pulls his hand away quickly as I scream.

"I've made up my mind. Sam's performance hasn't been up to par recently, and it's affecting our overall game. We need to prioritize the team's success." Frustrated and hurt, Sam stormed off, his voice filled with anger. "Fine! If that's how you see it, then maybe I don't belong on this team anyway!" I still felt a sting from Sam's remarks, but I couldn't help but feel like this was partially my fault. I always dealt with these comments alone and it never caused trouble to others before. But I realized that if I wouldn't have been here, Sam would've never said anything to Lucas, and the team would not need to face the risk of changing a team member right before their next game.

They miss you. ‘They do? Wow. I missed them too. Hold on, though. What’s up with that dude? I wanted to intervene, but you settled it quite well.’ ‘Oh, Sam? He is nobody. Just an angry man who can’t take no for an answer. I don’t want to talk about it, please.’ He nodded, smiling. ‘Alright. I hope he didn’t hurt you, though?’ I stared at my red wrist. ‘Just my wrist, but I will be fine once I place some ice blocks on it.’

His eyes stayed on the road. I shifted on Mariano's lap and winced slightly. He pulled back immediately. "You are sore." "I am fine." "You are wincing." "I said I am fine." I shifted again and winced again and he gave me a flat look. "It is manageable." "I will get cream when we get back." He said. "You do not need to—" "I will get cream." He said. Final.

"I'm sorry, Mariano." He just stared at me. He stood up and got out of bed, walking to me. He reached out to touch me, but thought otherwise, and took his hand away. I would have given anything to have him touch me. "I'm sorry." I repeated. I hated the way he was looking at me. His eyes held so much rage, despair, so much pain. It looked like my words had hurt him. But words didn't...words didn't hurt people. People hurt people.

After all, she was the last person to use the bathroom. He had barely taken a seat when Sam walked in. He looked up and saw the judgment in Sam’s eyes. Not his best friend blaming him now too. “He will live.” Sam sighed, and took a seat opposite him. “Who will live?” “Don’t play dumb with me,” Sam said in irritation. They went quiet for a while. “Sam. What is the worst thing that has happened to someone who left the Mafia?” Sam turned with wide eyes as if he had just confessed to killing the pope himself. “Please, never say that again.”