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she said, trying to walk out of the car. “No!” Samantha argued, holding her hands. “I'll speak to my father and I'll get you out of this place,” she said. “No, I can't leave here. I've been sold to them,” Sasha reminded. “What if I set you free?” Samantha asked. Sasha kept silent and shook her head. “You can't also free my brother, can you? I can't leave my brother,” she explained soberly. “Where is he?” Samantha asked calmly. “He's with the gang, they're selling drugs out there,” she replied faintly.

I couldn't fully hear Mason's reply, but, to be honest, I wasn't interested in listening once I heard the words 'who the fuck? “I'm Samael, Freya's friend. Look she can't talk right now, she's extremely upset. But I promise she is safe and well cared for. I will get her to call you back once she's calmed down, and she's ready to talk to you, ok?” Samael said quite bluntly but was polite.

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"He asked me to marry him!" Samantha screams through my cell phone speakers. My. World. Stops. I'm not sure if it's because Sam is my oldest and longest friend or if there is some other reason I freeze. I want to be excited by her news, but I'm not. "Congrats. That is so exciting. I'm happy for you, Sam." Fuck did I lie to Sam? Now I know something is wrong with me. This is Sam we're talking about. Samantha Laplow, with her long brown hair and soft blue eyes. She would make any man happy. But that man will, unfortunately, never be me.

Alex muttered. “But next time,” Sama said, “we’ll be ready.” Dean took her hand. “You just started a war.” “No,” Sama whispered. “I started a movement.” — Later that night, in the quiet of the library, Dean poured two glasses of whiskey. “You were insane tonight.” “I was tired,” Sama said. “Tired of watching girls like me fade.” Dean handed her a glass. "You turned a rebellion into a broadcast." "They needed to be seen."

He didn't understand at all. 'Probably tired? But is he more tired than me whose home got raided by a traitor and probably burned into ashes by now?' Shrugging, he introduced himself, "Just so we can officially be acquainted, my name is Samuel Lim." The boyish guy's eyes coldly glimmer a bit under the night sky when the stars peeked out of the clouds for a few seconds. "Yeah, hello. I'm Sandro Smith. But before anything else, let's just go and leave this place. Damn. You don't know how it's like to be everywhere against your will. I've been through that since this afternoon. I'm so tired that I just want to blow the whole world up with nukes."

It showed that he had just added me successfully. [Not bad! Jason took first place.] The group chat was as lively as a party. Everyone waited for Samuel to pay up. For a moment, the group chat went quiet. Then Samuel sent Jason a transfer of five thousand dollars to Jason. [My name is Samuel Sanders, and I am a man of my word.] The group chat burst into cheers. That five-thousand-dollar transfer made the game feel even more real. Everyone knew Samuel and I had been together for five years. I laughed at myself. It turned out that even five years of relationship could have a price tag placed on it.

He laughed when he realized what he did and now sat in a chair. "Actually, Ms... wait, what's your last name again? I didn't ask for it the whole time we've been together for a week." I rolled my eyes at how he simply made me laugh. "It's Samantha Samina Samuel," I said and leaned my hand on him for a handshake. "Wow, SSS?!" I just withdrew my hand and pretended to hit him, which made him laugh. "Kidding aside, Ms. Samuel, by the way, what a long, nice name," he complimented.

"Lie once again, and you'll never see tomorrow." Samson gulped as if his lie had been found out. "Someone approached me... Offering me money and more power. He said I just need to deliver information." "I don't need a vague description." "He communicates through cryptic messages on the burner phone. He sends payment locations, and I drop off the intel. That’s it. I never meet anyone else. He doesn’t trust me enough for that." Raja’s gaze bore into him, unyielding. "You’re telling me you’ve been feeding this man information without knowing who he is or what he’s after?"

“You're an enabler, Sam. It was your money that paid for the drinks. Doesn't that make you the least bit responsible?” Samael half-smiles. “When you put it that way, I suppose so. What can I say? You're easier to deal with intoxicated.” “I resent that, asshat.”