Untouchable Sam Mariano Novels & Stories

“What did you do?” “I made sure he couldn’t do it again.” His voice was cold. Roman was many things, a very humorous calculative man that people sometimes forget that he isn't funny when he feels crossed. And right now, talking about Mr. Sam, he looked crossed. “His marriage is over. His business contacts are aware of his history. He signed a legal agreement ensuring his permanent silence and then he left the country.” I stared at him. “How did you get him to sign anything?”

Joshua wanted to know, but was a little lost. "Your girlfriend is judging me just because I got back together with Mariano!" I told her accusingly. "Who is Mariano?" He asked. "Me." Mariano extended his hand to him. "Mariano Diaz, nice to meet you." Joshua was reaching out his hand to shake Mariano's hand in greeting, but Cassie stopped him by grabbing Joshua's hand before he touched Mariano's hand. "No, don't touch him. He might infect you with all his dumbness!"

“No, no, I’ll suffer through it like a man.” The younger guy finally spoke, as he gave me another slow once-over. “You’re easy on the eyes and sound nice. Can we trade you for him?” he jerked his thumb toward Adriano, “No offense, but I think the mood would improve drastically.” Adriano looked directly at that guy, “She’s not here for your amusement, Samuele. Shut up and drink your wine.” There was a brief moment of silence before the other man—Marco—shot the younger one a hard look, “Samuele,” he said sharply, “stop flirting with the staff. This isn’t a frat party.”

the man said. “You made a mistake coming here tonight,” Aldo said in a voice filled with anger. “Are you sure? Or did Damian plan this perfectly,” the man chuckled. “Leave immediately,” Aldo said, stepping closer to him. The man stepped forward too. “You don’t scare me, Marino.” In a swift motion, Also disarmed him and pinned him against a tree, his arm pressing into his neck. “Damian asked me to tell you that you are not untouchable,” the man rasped.

I mumbled, embarrassed. “No need to be so tense, it’s fine,” Sam said, patting my exposed shoulder. His touch sent a jolt through me, like electricity. It’d been ages since a man touched me somewhere I usually kept covered. The last one was, of course, Uncle Vincent. “Uh, congrats, Sam,” I said nervously. “Here’s to Rey Royale shining brighter under your leadership.” My face burned with lingering embarrassment. “Samuel, you brought a gorgeous date and didn’t introduce her?” a man—probably Sam’s cousin—teased. I thought he was single until a curvy woman stormed over, pinching him with an annoyed scowl. Typical guy!

Beyond that, he commanded a fanatical following that treated his words as scripture. Sam, by contrast, was just an uneducated mafioso who’d gotten rich off drugs and luck. Standing in front of Regan, he felt like nothing. Regan didn’t press the point. Instead, he tilted his head slightly and asked: “You brought so many men. Are they here to protect you?” Sam swallowed, his composure cracking. “Of course not,” he blurted. “They’re not here to protect me.” “Oh?” Regan’s lips curled into a slow smile. “That’s good. I’ve been working on a new explosive lately. I haven’t had time to test it. Since you’re here—and you brought so many…samples—it would be a shame to waste the opportunity.”

It seemed like at that time Sam was just waiting for death. But fortunately Mr. Marco came and saved him just in time, so that the little man who was almost dead could be saved. And since then, Sam considered Mr. Marco as a god who had saved him when he had no one who could help him. "I can't be angry with my adopted son!" explained Mr. Marco at this time trying to make Sam not too stiff. "Sir!"

He had no chance to ask. "Yes..." Since Santos was so concerned about her, Samantha could only nod. She smiled and said, "I was slightly injured before, I have almost healed. You don't have to worry about me " It was just a minor injury. Nicklaus stood behind the wheelchair and looked at Samantha with his dark eyes. His beautiful brows furrowed, but he did not say anything. "Pretty Lady, who is he?" Standing beside Samantha, Noah looked at Santos continuously. Why did he feel like this dark skinned man who was not very tall likes pretty Lady?

I said, noticing the beautiful smile on Marius' lips, but at the same time, I started feeling guilty for my rude behavior earlier. "I love Lana like a sister, her and Mama Cecille. That's why it wasn't difficult for me to love Andrea as well.” ****** Marius noticed the shy smile that graced Sam's lips after saying those words. He knew the real reason why he was doing this, but why couldn't he control his genuine admiration for her? "Well, I don't have many friends here in the Philippines whom I can hang out with. Since I returned from the UK, my entire focus has been on business," she said, her smile still radiant.

I had to admit, I felt pretty smug about the whole thing. "My car, my beautiful car," Marino wailed, and I thought he was gonna cry. What a sad sack. Served him right for prioritizing a hunk of metal over the people in his life. Marino’s guys surrounded him, so I couldn’t get a clean shot at his head. That pissed me the fuck off. I’d had enough of his shit, and I just wanted to kill him already. The good news was, even though I couldn’t shoot him yet, they were distracted. Sam and I walked right by him and nobody noticed. They were too busy trying to calm him down.