The Good Samaritan The Blacklist Novels & Stories

"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?”

Sam needs closure. “I was only made a rogue because you wanted to keep your dirty little secret hidden.” Hearing her words, Axel shifted, and there stood his black wolf growling at her. “Did he not tell you, Gunner? Didn’t he tell you he was unfaithful?” Sam yelled at the wolf. Gunner charged toward Sam aggressively. He intended to kill her. Callan was prepared to protect Sam if Gunner got too close. But it wasn’t necessary as Xavier stepped in front of her protectively.

He pulled out a chair and sat backward on it, resting both arms across the backrest. "My name is Sam Blackwolf." "I know." "Good." He nodded once. "That saves introductions." His expression became more serious. "I'll be honest." "I appreciate honesty." "I think you probably killed Amara." The words landed heavily between us. I didn't react. Not because they didn't hurt. Because I had heard them too many times. Sam watched carefully. Nothing. No anger. No panic. No excuses. He leaned forward slightly. "But..." His voice softened. "Dean wants every loose end examined."

Harris muttered. "He's using his checkbook," Moss corrected him coldly. "You want to let a billionaire buy his way out of a murder rap, Harris? Double the search teams. Drag them to the stand by their hair if you have to." Dominic walked in, racking his rifle out of habit. "The Feds just lost their backbone. The witnesses are running." "Takahashi buys his freedom tomorrow morning," Sophia said, dropping a coffee mug onto the table. Bang. "It’s over."

What she had done that made you do this? Sam: I wanted money, I was going through my difficult time. Mr Black offered me something that solved all my problems. Detective Dean: And you played with an innocent lady, who hasn't done anything wrong to you or anyone. Sam: What can I say? It was her bad time. I didn't even touch her, she would have taken a hint, but she was stubborn. Detective Dean: Did you know about Mr Black's plan?

Lia Kelvin stood up for me, saying, "It's so frustrating! Samantha Carter is the real villain here, yet this blind and foolish crowd has elevated her to a pedestal. Just wait, I’m going to defend you!" I shrugged, unfazed. "Let them say what they want. I’m not losing anything. Besides, the higher Samantha climbs, the harder she’ll fall. I actually hope she climbs even higher." As we left the café, I accidentally bumped into a solid chest, my body instinctively leaning back. A warm hand steadied my waist. "Are your eyes just for decoration? How careless can you be?" I didn’t need to guess who it was; it was Dominic Blackwood . But remembering that he had just saved me, I tried to suppress my

Tessa was barely standing upright when she felt a hand land across her face. Smack! The force of the slap sent her stumbling backward, nearly crashing into her car. Hot tears instantly filled her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. She stared at the woman in front of her in stunned disbelief. Before she could even ask what she had done to deserve such treatment, Diane—Black’s mother and the Luna of the Black Moon Pack, spoke first. Her large green eyes held nothing but disgust as she glared at Tessa. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Dominique managed to question him despite the searing pain oozing from every pore of his skin. Dylan tsked, “So many questions. All right this time I wouldn’t disappoint you. But we will go with the second part first, hmm. Now tell me have you heard about ‘The Black’?” Dominique quirked a brow at his absurd question. Nevertheless answered. “Of course, I know. He is the psychopathic Mafia Lord of America, Leader of the Night Stalkers.” He grated out. “Ouch,” Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart.

If this was to go up on the news, then the headline would be: Larisa Bronc; 21-year-old reporter had finally dug her own grave. She never once dreamt something like this would ever happen to her. All she wanted was a story, but this was what she got instead. Another sob drifted up her throat as she nodded. “Yes, I’ll…I’ll be your dog.” A pleased smiled stretched across his lips. “Good call.” This was…it was blackmail…cruel and heartless BLACKMAIL. |-_-| /-_-\ |-_-|

I asked, chuckling a little. “Oh, You’re Ryan Knight? It was a pleasure to meet you. I have heard a lot about you.” He chuckled too, shaking hands with me. “Thanks. What’s your name.” I asked, smiling earnestly at him. With his hands resting in his pockets, he walked away before smirking at me, speaking the most unforeseen name. “It’s Erich. Erich Black.” My eyes widened in disbelief to not believe I shared a conversation with Erich Black himself. The leader of the fashion industry. The sky among stars