Fireman Sam Penny Novels & Stories

Sam met me as I jumped out of the car with a grim look on his face, the street bathed in the flickering lights of the fire engine. "What's the damage?" I asked him curtly as I started walking toward the building. "The back office is pretty much completely burnt down but the rest of the club is okay," Sam reported. "We managed to contain the fire before the firefighters got here and took care of it. I've sent all the workers here home, and I have some men stationed around the perimeter in case those bastard Frankies come back." I nodded approvingly. I couldn't help but be impressed with how Sam had stepped up since Eli's death–if he kept it up, he might be someone I could see myself depending

“I know Francis more than anyone of you. This is how he plays his game, a pattern that he somehow couldn’t get out of his system.” He confidently said, about the Governor and his real identity. Which made Sam not just speechless, but in awe. But more than anything, what’s important to him is to save Cath. “By the way, you do know how to use a gun right?” Sam smirks showing Jun how it goes and by swiftly and fast putting the silencer to the gun he let him borrow. “Billionaires sometimes need to play with guns.”

“So I’m supposed to just… trust you completely.” “Yes.” Sammy rolled his shoulders like he was about to jump into cold water. Then he stepped forward again. This time, he didn’t look at the flame. He looked at Victor. And he placed his hand directly into the fire. I held my breath. A second passed. Then two. No scream. No hiss. The flames moved around his fingers like they recognized him. Sammy blinked. He moved his hand slightly, testing it. Nothing. “It’s not burning,” he said, sounding almost confused.

Beyond that, he commanded a fanatical following that treated his words as scripture. Sam, by contrast, was just an uneducated mafioso who’d gotten rich off drugs and luck. Standing in front of Regan, he felt like nothing. Regan didn’t press the point. Instead, he tilted his head slightly and asked: “You brought so many men. Are they here to protect you?” Sam swallowed, his composure cracking. “Of course not,” he blurted. “They’re not here to protect me.” “Oh?” Regan’s lips curled into a slow smile. “That’s good. I’ve been working on a new explosive lately. I haven’t had time to test it. Since you’re here—and you brought so many…samples—it would be a shame to waste the opportunity.”

As usual, Joe can typically be seen with a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth with more ash hanging off the end of it than it has left to burn. Even though Joe is a scary, mean looking dude, Sammy has known Joe almost her whole life since he's good friends with her parents, so she knows at heart, he is really a giant teddy bear! "Hey Joe! I'm good, hope you are!?... Is there a cover tonight?" Sammy answers, smiling as she reaches over, giving Joe a sort of halfway hug so she doesn't knock the ash hanging off his cigarette all over her "I'm good, Sam... Yeah, $5 bucks gets ya in tonight. Sorry, we gotta pay for your 1st place winnings somehow, don't we?"

But before Egan could call him, he opened his eyes again. “For Pertrov’s plan, use me.” “What are you saying?” Egan asked, even as his heart twisted, as he watched life slip away from his best friend. “Use me.” Sam smiled, his teeth all bloodied. “The best gift I can give Prim is you.” Egan stared in disbelief. This could not be real. Sam had survived several near-death experiences. “Don’t call the ambulance.” Sam whispered, and then he closed his eyes forever. *** Egan watched with bloodshot eyes as Renzo was dragged into the room, bound hands and feet.

“I need to get out of here. I’m miserable. I lost my Zelda and I hate life.” “You can’t count on other things and people to make yourself less miserable. Your happiness is in your own hands.” Penn said. “You losing her is your own fault! You have the power to change that. Stop being so damn scared of everything!” I was surprised when Samus smiled and then disappeared into mist. “What the actual fuck just happened?” I asked. “I don’t know but I’m glad he’s gone.” Penn ran over and untied me. “What was that explosion?” I questioned.

At night I will come running to you, be sure. Sammy breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. There was an unimaginable mess around, but she didn't care. She absently watched the bustling firemen, the police, and met Leah's gaze. A friend sat a little further away, also wrapped in a blanket, and smiled at her. In the old way, as before. Tears welled up in Sammy's eyes and she smiled back at her.

Tommy fired, standing to his feet. "I was talking to Miss Ellen, not you. Get back on your knees sir, or I'd be forced to use the gun on you." Sam threatened. "I'm really sorry, Sam, but I don't remember you." I informed. "Of course you don't, but I do know you. I was the one who set Mr. Cullen's car on fire, on Devan's order though." "What's he talking about?" Tommy asked confusedly. "Please Sam, we're not here for the chitchat today. We need to get down to business. We need to see Robb." I informed, cutting the pleasantries short.

Nicolas snapped at him, but Sam just smiled. “I can destroy you both in an instant by sending a quick message to the Don or everyone in the mafia,” Sam bragged. Nicolas, furious, reached for his gun, but Sam anticipated his move and drew his weapon as well, smirking. “What do you want, Sam?” Pen yelled. “Penelope, the daughter of the illustrious Tate family,” he laughed. “Stop it, don’t you dare, Sam,” Penelope glared at him. This is incredibly intriguing, he remarked while gripping the gun.