The Blacklist The Good Samaritan Novels & Stories

"The asshole who sold her to me was there tonight and the way he looked at Samantha made my hair stand up. I want to know everything about this man I know he is not the boss of that operation. Something tells me he wants her back." Zeus frowned at my statement, "That's weird because he never showed any interest in the other girls before I will start working on that see you guys later." The other three soon followed when I went to my office to start on Oliver Black's past. Why would he ask us for help? He doesn't know that we help girls that are being trafficked. "James I need to talk to you as soon as possible," I told him as soon as he answer. "Why? What happened? I swear to God if you did

Zoe had told me that Ethan hadn’t even bothered going to see the dummy body I’d left behind, so surely he wouldn’t suspect a thing. “And who’s this?” Zoe cooed, leaning into the back seat to greet my son. “My name is Samuel Black,” he said, holding out a hand for her to shake. “But most people call me Sammy.” “Oh. My. God!” Zoe cried. “You are just too cute.” He blushed and ducked his dead. “Thank you. Mummy’s told me a lot about you.” She laughed. “Only bad things, I hope.” “Oh, no! All good things.”

"Yeah...about that..." Lisa's jaw dropped as realization hit. "Wait a minute. Sam, who exactly do you work for?" I sipped my coffee, hesitating just a second too long. Then I cleared my throat. “I don’t think you’re familiar with the name… Blake Hawthorne,” I said casually, almost too casually. Lisa gasped. "No way. Samantha White. Don't tell me we are talking about THE BLAKE HAWTHORNE are we? I smirked. “Depends. Which Blake Hawthorne are we talking about?”

Samatha was at a loss for words and was dizzy from the overwhelming emotions. Adrian said, “What are you doing, Sam? Quickly thank Ms. Mandy.” Samantha quickly reacted and said, “Thank you so much for doing this, Ms. Mandy.” Mandy smiled and assumed an invitatory hand gesture. She also looked toward Samuel and said, “There’s no need for you to come to work anymore. I’ll also be adding your name to Swallowston’s commerce field’s blacklist so that no big company will ever hire you again.”

Opening them revealed stacks of cash. "Let's keep going. I'm not giving up yet." With Vermont's rotten luck and these two hefty boxes of cash, several gamblers quickly wavered, and one by one, they started following suit. After observing for a while, Blake couldn't resist and took the bait. Then Vermont began the setup. Blake kept winning hand after hand, and once Vermont figured he'd lost enough, his phone conveniently rang. With a last bit of trickery, he made his exit. Sitting in the car, Stella glanced at the two empty boxes in the back, feeling her heart ache. "Is this plan reliable?"

I have a feeling they have something to do with what is happening, Liam! So it wasn't just Richard Bennett who was curious about Samantha's family background. There was more perplexing to it—to know that the Black Claws, a notorious group of criminals, were involved in this. Where are you, Samantha… I whispered through our mate bond, but there was no response.

I tell her. "That’s very generous of you. What do you want?" she asks. She didn’t pull any punches. "I want to make the person who did this to pay for what he did." I tell her honestly. "I see. Have a good day Mr. Blackheart…” she says before hanging up. “We’re ready for take-off.” The pilot announces. As I’m switching my phone off a text comes in. One from Miss Benson and another from Samantha. I ignore Miss Benson and open Samantha’s.

"You f*cking pretend to be innocent. F*ck!" Seeing Samuel's behavior, the man in black was obviously very angry and shouted on the spot. Seeing that the man in black was about to come over, Samuel stood up and waved his hand. He smiled bitterly and said, "You two have to talk about morality since you live in the society." "You can't kill me." "You told me to get out of here. I got out. You told me not to intervene. From beginning to end, I didn't even stab my feet, let alone my hands. I'm obedient. You still want to kill me. Isn't it too immoral?"

“Should I have them book a ticket for you?” Natalie frowned slightly. “Let’s talk later.” “Okay.” “Who are you chatting with?” Samuel asked as he walked over, catching a glimpse of the screen. Natalie lifted his phone. “Just a kid who plays games.” Samuel raised his brows but did not ask further. Neil and Bennett also arrived. “Boss, do you think Bevis is a good person?” “Whether someone is good is not determined by words.” Neil let out a soft sound and picked up a file. A photo slipped out.

"9th and Elm. The 24-hour laundromat. Twenty minutes." Lina sat on a plastic chair, watching the washers spin. The door chimed. Trent walked in, dripping wet, and dropped into the seat next to her. Lina kept her eyes on the glass. "You’ve got a target on your back, Trent." "Then let’s move the target." Trent slid his hand into his jacket and slammed the silver USB onto the vibrating washer. "Gabe’s life is in this metal," Trent whispered. "His raw voice ordering the blackout for Madame Cleo. And the routing path to his offshore cash."