Late at night, as Samuel was driving
home, he noticed a car blocking the
road. He stopped his car, got out, and
approached the vehicle, cautiously
slipping his gun into the back of his
pants. As he drew closer, the driver's
door opened, and a male figure stepped
out. When the man turned to face him,
Samuel's eyes widened in shock—it was
Andre.
Samuel's heart pounded in his chest as
he confronted his former friend.
"André," Samuel said his voice a mixture
of surprise and suspicion. "What are you
doing here?"
Andre's lips curled into a smirk. "I had to
see you, Samuel. There's something you
need to know."
Samuel kept his hand near his gun, his
eyes never leaving Andre's. "Start
talking. You've got my attention."
Andre took a step closer, his expression
shifting to something more serious. "I
didn't give you any response after you
killed my men in public. In fact, I don't
even know why you killed my man who
was watching Hana. I appointed him to
keep an eye on her and inform me so
that I could meet her when you weren't
around."
Samuel's face tightened with anger and
confusion. "You expect me to believe
that? After everything, you think I'd let
you near her?"
Andre raised his hands in a gesture of
peace. "Samuel, listen to me. I didn't
have any ill intentions towards Hana. I
just wanted to speak with her. Believe
me. I wanted to meet Hana to
congratulate her on your wedding since
you didn't invite me. But when you killed
my man, I was angry and I responded.
Later, when I found out someone
attacked you, I told my men to gather
information. That's when I discovered a
new player in town. I know you're aware
of this, but I think we know who it is."
Samuel's grip on his gun relaxed slightly,
but his eyes remained wary. "Why
should I trust you?"
Andre's voice became more urgent.
"Because this new player is a threat to
both of us. We need to work together to
take him down."
As Andre spoke, a sound grew louder, a
motorcycle speeding toward them.
Samuel noticed the noise but saw no
headlights piercing the darkness. His
instincts screamed danger. In a split
second, he pulled Andre to the side just
as the bike roared past them. The
assailant on the motorcycle lashed out
with a blade, aiming for Andre.
Despite Samuel's quick reaction, Andre
received a sharp cut on his arm. The bike
zoomed off into the night, its rider
vanishing as swiftly as he had appeared.
Samuel's heart pounded with a mix of
adrenaline and fury.
"Andre!" Samuel shouted, his voice
breaking with a mix of fear and the
undeniable bond they once shared. The
sight of Andre's blood stirred a longburied protectiveness within him.
Andre gritted his teeth against the pain,
clutching his bleeding arm. Samuel's
eyes blazed with anger and
determination as he turned to his old
friend.
"You need to get that treated," Samuel
said, his voice low but firm. "And we
need to figure out who's behind this
Andre nodded, his face pale but
resolute. "I know. But first, we need to
get out of here before they come back."
Samuel helped Andre back into the car,
his mind already racing with plans for
their next move. The old wounds
between them might never fully heal,
but right now, they had a common
enemy, and Samuel knew they needed
to stand together to survive.
Samuel drove quickly but carefully,
keeping an eye on Andre, who sat
beside him, clutching his bleeding arm.
The city lights blurred past them as
Samuel focused on getting Andre to
safety. As they sped down the deserted
streets, Samuel pulled a hand towel
from the glove compartment and tied it
around Andre's arm to slow the
bleeding.
"Hold still," Samuel muttered, his fingers
working quickly. "This should help until
we get home."
Andre winced but managed a half-smile.
"Not bad for a mafia king. Do you do
this for all your guests?"
Samuel chuckled, shaking his head.
"Only for old friends who get themselves
into trouble."
Andre's smile faded as he remembered
their earlier conversation. "Samuel, my
man told me he was keeping an eye on
Hana to meet her. I never gave orders to
harm her."
Samuel glanced at him, his expression
serious. "Your man told me he was
planning to kidnap her and use her to
threaten me. That's why I killed him. I
don't attack good people without
reason."
Andre's eyes widened in surprise. "I can't
believe it... but I know you, Samuel. You
always have a reason."
"Glad to see your faith in me is still
intact," Samuel said, a smirk tugging at
his lips. "I was starting to think you only
saw me as a ruthless kingpin."
Andre chuckled, despite the pain. "Well,
you do have a flair for the dramatic."
"Look who's talking," Samuel shot back.
"You showed up in the middle of the
night with a car blocking the road. Very
theatrical."
Andre laughed, and then winced,
clutching his arm tighter. "Maybe we
should both cut back on the theatrics."
As they approached Samuel's home,
Samuel's demeanor shifted to a more
serious one. "Listen, Andre. We're going
to figure this out. But first, we need to
get that arm looked at and get some
rest."
Andre nodded, leaning back in his seat.
"Yeah, yeah. Just don't tell anyone I let
you play nurse."
Samuel smirked. "Your secret's safe with
me. But if you start calling me 'Doc,'
we're going to have a problem."
They pulled into the driveway, and
Samuel helped Andre out of the car.
"Welcome to my humble abode,"
Samuel said, gesturing grandly as they
walked towards the door.
"Humble, huh?" Andre replied, eyeing
the luxurious mansion. "I see you
haven't lost your sense of humor."
Samuel grinned. "Some things never
change. Now, let's get that arm properly
treated."
As they entered the house, the warmth
and light of Samuel's home enveloped
them, a stark contrast to the danger and
tension of the night. For a moment, the
old friends found solace in their shared
past and the promise of working
together to face the new threat.
As they stepped into Samuel's grand
home, he called for one of his maids.
"Please show Andre to the guest room,"
Samuel instructed. The maid nodded,
guiding Andre up the sweeping
staircase.
Samuel watched them go, then turned
and made his way to his own room. The
moment he stepped inside, memories of
Hana flooded his mind. He glanced at
the bed, recalling the nights they spent
together, the laughter, the quiet
moments, and the love. Sighing, he
shook off the memories and pulled out
his phone to call his PA.
The phone rang briefly before his PA
answered. "Yes, sir?"
"Andre's here," Samuel began his voice
low. "He claims he wasn't behind the
attack, and I'm inclined to believe him,
but I can't be too careful. Keep an eye
on him. Remember, he once helped me
out of a tight spot even when we were
separated. He wouldn't come back now
unless something serious was going on."
"Understood, sir," the PA replied. "We'll
monitor him closely."
"Good," Samuel said, ending the call. He
sat on the edge of the bed, running a
hand through his hair. The past few days
had been a whirlwind, and he needed to
ensure Hana's safety above all.