Even If It Hurts Sam Mariano Novels & Stories

I asked, feeling really annoyed. Samaria let out a scoff. "Hurt?" she questioned, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "I'm just here for him, alright? I can never hurt Austin. It's up to him to decide if he wants to see himself get hurt." "Don't do this, Samaria. It's not right," I pleaded, frustration evident in my voice.

I had to admit, I felt pretty smug about the whole thing. "My car, my beautiful car," Marino wailed, and I thought he was gonna cry. What a sad sack. Served him right for prioritizing a hunk of metal over the people in his life. Marino’s guys surrounded him, so I couldn’t get a clean shot at his head. That pissed me the fuck off. I’d had enough of his shit, and I just wanted to kill him already. The good news was, even though I couldn’t shoot him yet, they were distracted. Sam and I walked right by him and nobody noticed. They were too busy trying to calm him down.

Insult and hurt. He definitely doesn't deserve it now does he? Nope he doesn't. "Yes I said something I shouldn't have but it just came out in reflex and then left. I said sorry but…" I trailed off and she is smart enough to catch my words and it's meanings. "I understand your state you're still in shock of whatever happened. Kiaan sir has thrashed samar very badly. He won't dare to do anything again like this with you." Maria said "Did he really thrash him?" I asked her

“This is all my fault. I hope no one else got hurt? Please tell me no one else was hurt because of me.” Marco quickly assured her. “Miss Daisy, it wasn’t your fault. And no, no one else was hurt, I assure you.” He smiled a little, trying to lighten the mood. “Besides, the Marino empire has the strongest men. A little scratch can’t keep us down for long.” Daisy laughed softly. Vincenzo, who had been listening to their conversation, smiled too. It was nice to see her laugh. Marco then turned to Vincenzo, his expression changing to one of professional concern. “Don Marino,” he said, “how was the surgery?”

The healer said, with an unhappy expression. “Can you see? You shouldn't have left her all alone because you are trying to punish me! You should know that she tries to attempt to make an impact, to do something useful. And you left her all alone in this situation!” Sam shouted in pain. His eyes had turned blue, and I could see he was really pained over what had happened to Marsai. I was pained too and even had the urge to kill the creature, but I wasn't certain I was as pained as Sam was. Marsai was like his sister, his closest person, and he had grown attached to her.

Damon retorted and now it was Sam's turn to use Damon's earlier words. I would have laughed that Sam shunned Damon but now was not the time. The pain continued and I kept screaming, a few tears slipped out of my eyes due to the pain and I kept screaming, it was unbearable. This didn't seem like a knife, it seemed as if a burning coal was placed on my body and I just kept screaming and rolling around on the floor. " What do we do now? " Jonathan asked "Can't you do something to at least reduce the pain ?she's hurting. " Damon shouted looking at me as if he felt a ounce of pity towards me, his question was directed at Sam .

Sam looked away "I don't expect handsome, wealthy men like you to understand pain." Ian pursed his lips, "We're human too, Sam." "Your friend doesn't look like a human to me," she countered, speaking of Kevin "The audacity in drugging her just to make her sign those shitty papers!" "I agree, he acted crazily but I bet he's regretting it now." "That won't do," said Sam "I wish y'all could feel what it feels when the person you would do anything for steps up and drives a knife through your heart."

When hunters shot her while mistakenly believing her to be a wolf, he extracted the bullets from her flank and revived her. A man rushed in to join Darien and exclaimed, “They’re bringing Sam in,” as he and several others crowded in. Sam? Oh, that sly-grinned, tough, mountain-man-like bartender. Is he seriously hurt? Darien sounded pessimistic. Not nearly as horrible as the little lady makes out. She winced when the man leaned in close to have a better look because of his beer breath. Sam was shot in the arm, but nothing serious was hurt, according to another. You know him, though; by this evening, boss, he’ll be selling drinks.

It seemed like at that time Sam was just waiting for death. But fortunately Mr. Marco came and saved him just in time, so that the little man who was almost dead could be saved. And since then, Sam considered Mr. Marco as a god who had saved him when he had no one who could help him. "I can't be angry with my adopted son!" explained Mr. Marco at this time trying to make Sam not too stiff. "Sir!"

FLASHBACK (11 Years Ago) They were in college already, so Sam and David lived together while Deigo stayed with his family since his home was not far from school. Every Friday, David goes back home and comes back the next day. Today was a Friday so as usual he went home. Sam is always worried and afraid of David losing his life as a result of the kind of training he receives from his father. Sean Salvatore will always use numerous things to train his son which will in turn leave so many scars on his body. As usual, David came back home with several injuries on his body. And Sam is the one to always tend to it. David winced in pain as Sam tended to the injury in his back. San traced his hand o