Payback By Samk Novels & Stories

Payback time. "If that's the case, I need to do something." Sam stood up and went backstage. It took him quite some time and Win would've chased after him but he was stopped when the light in the hall turned off. A spotlight then shone on his face and was blinded by it. He covered his face against the light, squinting his eyes before he caught a figure walking towards him Sam was carrying flowers and everyone gasped. They were still processing what's happening in front of them. "I don't know what to get you as a gift for your return, but I know you like flowers."

Still sitting there, still watching me with that same unreadable face, but the guilt was still there underneath. I picked up another piece of toast and took a slow bite this time, chewing while my mind raced. Last night I had asked for this. I had begged for a payback. I had spread my legs for his twin brother and moaned while my husband was on the phone. I swallowed and spoke without looking at him . “I’m still serious about the request. An Eye for an eye. I can pay somebody else.... if you don't want to.....

“And now they pay.” The words land without effort. Final. Azriel nods once, slow, certain. When I glance back, just briefly, he’s still watching, something quieter in his expression, something sharper. The machines hum steadily behind us. Callum doesn’t move. And somewhere else, Vance is comfortable, Anya is laughing, both of them exactly where I need them to be. I don’t look away from Callum again. Because this is the cost. And this time, I make sure it’s paid.

"Wait! We're not done! We've been back for three days—where are you?" "Still playing. Need more time." "Two weeks isn't enough? When are you coming back?" "Two months should be sufficient. I'll return then." My parents growled through the link. "Are you insane? Who's going to pay Sam's private school tuition? Who's handling his college applications? And the money—how much have you wasted? Come back now!" "My money, my choice. Don't waste your breath. I won't return until I'm ready." "What about Sam's future? Are you abandoning him?"

Terence replied. "What's in it for me? Or is this one of your tricks, or you would run a hundred miles once I fulfil your order, but when I get into trouble you will drop me.." Accusingly she reminded him. "I'm sorry about that Sam. You know I was also in trouble that time. But if you will accept I will pay you. Name your price." "I know, and I demand payment. But my concern is, aren't we a team? Back then you save yourself and left me rotten in this prison." Samantha said with resentment.

"Six months. You pay more than anyone else would. No guarantee you keep it after." "You're really doing this. Tonight. Wearing a dress like that." "Focus, Mr. Devereaux." "I'm extremely focused." He said with a glint in his eye. "Nine months. Split the difference. My team can't rebuild the whole operation twice in a year." She considered it "Nine months. Same price I opened with." "You're not going to give me anything, are you." "I already gave you nine months instead of six. Don't get greedy."

Afraid that Sam would not agree, she hurriedly said, "Not much, just forty thousand dollars. I will pay it back. I will really find a way to pay it back!" Sam said, "Of course, you can. I'll transfer it to you now, you don't need to pay it back."

Right now his well practised glare was boring a hole in Sam’s forehead. “You muppets borrowed fifty grand of my money, my fucking money, to shoot a feature film. Ten days you said, ten days to shoot it. Two months to edit it, then blam, stick it out on the net as video on demand and we’ll recoup the cost in a matter of weeks. Am I lying?” “No,” said Sam, appalled at how high and frightened his voice sounded. “Look if you just give us a bit of time we can . . . ”

The smugness and malice in her voice made my mind go completely blank. More and more voice messages from her kept popping up. "Not only can we get back all the money we gave her for the groceries in the past, but every one of us can get tens of thousands of dollars extra. "We would've gotten peanuts if we'd left that money, which is only about a thousand dollars each, in a bank account. We're going to make a killing from giving it to Jessica instead. You guys should really thank me, you know. You wouldn't be making so much money if I hadn't suggested this back then."

"We are not going to pay him!" Once again, Samaria brushed off my objections and turned back to Uncle Martin. "I want the payment now, and in cash," Uncle Martin demanded, his tone firm and unwavering. "I hear you, old man. I haven’t forgotten how much you love making immediate money," Samaria said, her voice tinged with a hint of playful annoyance. "I'm glad you didn't forget," Uncle Martin responded a hint of amusement in his voice. "You are so cheap! I will go get the money for you," Samaria declared, her determination shining through.