Untouchable Sam Mariano Novels & Stories

This time his tone was painful, and anyone could hear the pain in his voice from anywhere. "And yet I am a bad lawyer?" He scoffed after a moment of silence and looked out of the window. "Sam, I did not mean it that way," Damien let out. Sam looked at him. "I wish you would pull yourself together and forget about the past. Yes, it is painful, but you need to move forward and live a good life." Sam said. Sam had been Damien's longest friend and had refused to leave his life when others left because of how weird he showed himself to be continuously. Sam was the heir and only son to the Levine fortune and the law firm where he practised.

Said Lev with a shook of his Head. " The Santinos family never allows any stranger into their lives, it's in their rules. Even every members are married except for the underboss, Marco and of course the boss himself. I would have suggested we sent a female to seduce them but I don't think that would work either, Maximo don't flirt around because he is allergy to dirt. He claimed and believe women who sleep around are infectious and disease. On the other case with Marco, he has a fiance already. He is too loyal to maximo and his woman so... " Said Kirill with a shrug of his shoulder.

…Sammy! Samantha Santos is my new friend in college. She look so much like Ril and both of them have almost the same thing in common including family background except for the fact that Sam is only child left of her wealthy parents. Sam had an elder brother called Enzo, whom got involved in a terrible accident with Mrs. Santos, two years after Sam’s birth. The poor child is felt alone with her grandmother and single father.

“Relax, Marco. I’m still single. You’re not completely alone in your misery.” “Not for long,” Marco said, a sly grin spreading across his face. He subtly jutted his chin toward the crowd behind Sam. “Check it out. Guy leaning on the wall by the stairs. Been staring at you for the last five minutes.” Sam glanced over her shoulder, her expression unreadable. The guy in question was tall and lanky, with messy hair and glasses, and he quickly looked away when he saw her looking. Sam turned back to us, a faint blush on her cheeks. “Huh. He’s not bad.”

He hesitated, and finally sat beside her, but he did not touch her. “Thank you.” She sniffed, and took the handkerchief he offered. She cried till she did not have any more tears left. It felt like she was between the devil and the blue sea. One of such seas that had taken Egan away from her. Was it really her destiny to be a Mafia wife? Egan abandoned the organization only for her to marry another Mafia. “You will be deported sometime tonight,” Sam said quietly. “I have known Egan forever. I can’t even remember when we met. I just grew up to see that he was my best friend.” He laughed sadly. “You know how you grow to realize your mother is your mother.”

You are going to take some rest in my house before lodging," Dr. Sam grinned. Sam was popularly known as Dr. Sam because he tried so much to be a medical doctor. He ended up owning one of the biggest wineries in the city. His father has three wineries in Mexico. When Sam returned, he made him the CEO of one of his wineries. Eva, who had been leaning on her husband's chest lifted her head when they arrived at Sam's residence. She was flabbergasted by the Spanish-style Mexican villa owned by Sam. It was quite opulent and looked like the types of extravagant mansions she had frequently seen in movies as safe dens of drug lords and criminal honchos.

He would never let a woman work the evening shift. With Linda’s okay, I move through the swinging doors into the kitchen and empty out the trashcans on my way out the back door. Sam, our chef, is leaning against the alleyway wall across from the door, a cigarette between his lips. With the bandana tied around his head, the tattoos covering both his huge forearms completely and the large scar that runs from the left corner of his mouth all the way to his ear, he looks more like a dangerous criminal than a cook. If I didn’t know him, I think I’d avoid walking down this alley altogether. I have no doubt that he has a motorcycle stashed away somewhere, he just looks like the type you’d expect to

liam nodded his head as no and said "leave it samuel" samuel sighed and said "how many times I told you to call me sam as I'm like big brother to you" liam said "sorry" sam pulled liam along with him and started applying ointment liam didn't even winced with pain liam asked "what you wants to become when you become big" liam replied "I want to become next mafia king" sam sighed because of his same words sam and Liam raised together since from childhood sam is two years elder than liam where he goes to school but liam will be in training for whole day

He turned to his side, his cold gaze locking onto the source of the noise. The figure was a middle-aged Latino man, wearing a mechanic's uniform. He had a salt-and-pepper beard that hinted at years of experience, and his eyes held a weariness that came from long hours spent fixing various automobiles. The man was of average build but carried himself with an air of confidence that came from mastering the mechanical intricacies of cars. Mace, with his perpetual cold demeanor, wasted no time in rolling down the car window to address the mechanic. Under the moonlight, his expression remained as frigid as ever.