As they sat down to eat, Samuel turned
to Andre and Leo. "So, who do you think
could be behind this new player?"
Andre shrugged. "I don't know, but I
have a few ideas. Maybe it's someone
from our own organization who's gone
rogue."
Leo nodded. "That's possible. Or maybe
it's someone from a rival organization
who's trying to take us down."
Samuel's eyes narrowed. "I don't think
it's either of those. I think it's someone
who's been hiding in plain sight,
someone who's been playing us all
along."
Luck leaned forward, his eyes sparkling
with interest. "Who do you think it could
be, Samuel?"
Samuel's expression turned thoughtful.
"I'm not sure yet, but I have a few
suspects in mind. We'll need to do some
digging to figure out who it is and what
their motives are."
The group fell silent, each lost in their
own thoughts as they continued to eat
and discuss the plan.
Later that night, they retired to their
respective rooms, with one room left
empty and guarded by Luck's men.
As the night progressed, a subtle
rearrangement occurred among the five
men guarding the supposedly empty
room. Three of them discreetly withdrew
from their positions, leaving the room
momentarily unattended. This calculated
adjustment was a crucial component of
the meticulously crafted plan.
Soon, a group of men quietly
approached the mansion, their footsteps
muffled. They raised their silenced
weapons and took down the remaining
guards outside the empty room,
ensuring no sound was made.
Once inside the room, the intruders
were met with emptiness, their intended
target conspicuously absent. Before they
could comprehend the situation, the
mansion erupted into a blaze of light as
if awakening from slumber. A swarm of
men swiftly converged on the scene,
forming a formidable barrier in front of
the room.
Among them stood Samuel, Andre, Leo,
and Luck, unified in purpose and clad in
their trademark black attire. With
resolute determination, they seized the
intruders, swiftly bringing them under
control. The captives were promptly
escorted to the basement, where the
truth behind their intrusion would be
revealed.
As the night wore on, Samuel's anger
grew. He had brought the men who
broke into his mansion to the basement,
where they were beaten mercilessly by
the guards. The men were left battered
and bloody, their faces a mess of bruises
and cuts.
Samuel stood before them, his face
twisted with rage. He had a reputation
for being ruthless, but this was
something else entirely. His eyes blazed
with fury, and his face seemed to
darken, as if he was becoming a
malevolent force. Andre, Leo, and Luck
exchanged worried glances, unsure of
what was happening.
"Who sent you?" Samuel growled his
voice like a low rumble of thunder. The
men cowered, unable to respond.
But Samuel's anger only intensified. He
raised his hand, and a guard stepped
forward, beating the men with a brutal
efficiency. The sound of screams and
crunching bone filled the air, making
Samuel's face even more twisted.
It was as if he had become a monster, a
creature driven by rage and fury. The
men begged for mercy, but Samuel was
beyond reason. He beat them until they
were nothing more than bloody pulp,
their bodies broken and battered.
Finally, the men lay motionless on the
ground. Samuel's face began to return
to normal, but the damage was done.
The air was thick with the stench of
blood and sweat.
The men were quiet now, but Samuel's
gaze was still burning with fury. "Who
sent you?" he repeated, his voice low
and menacing.
One of the men struggled to speak, his
voice barely audible. "V-Vincent...
Vendamen," he croaked.
Samuel's face went white as snow. He
stared at the men in horror, his mind
racing with the implications.
"Vincent Vendamen?" he repeated, his
voice shaking with rage.
Andre, Leo, and Luck exchanged
shocked glances. Vincent Vendamen
was one of their closest friends - or at
least, they thought he was. How could
this be? What could have driven him to
send such men to break into their
mansion?
The silence in the basement was
oppressive, heavy with tension and
uncertainty. Samuel's face was still
twisted with rage, but now it was also
laced with confusion and betrayal.
Samuel's rage was still burning as he
pulled out his gun and began to shoot
the men who had broken into his
mansion. The sound of gunfire echoed
through the basement, and the men's
bodies slumped to the ground. Samuel
didn't even flinch, his face still twisted
with fury. He didn't care that his blazer
was now covered in bloodstains, or that
his face was smeared with crimson.
Without hesitation, he turned and
walked out of the mansion, leaving the
carnage behind him. Andre, Leo, and
Luck followed closely behind, their own
faces set with determination. They knew
better than to question Samuel's actions
when he was in this state.
As they drove through the forest, the
trees seemed to blur together as they
sped towards Vincent's home. The
mansion loomed ahead, its grandeur
and beauty a stark contrast to the chaos
they had left behind.
Samuel slammed on the brakes, and the
group piled out of the car. They
approached the mansion, and Samuel
burst through the main door, gun
drawn. The sound of gunfire echoed
through the halls, and Vincent's men fell
to the ground.
Andre, Leo, and Luck followed close
behind, taking charge of the situation.
They moved swiftly through the
mansion, clearing room by room. They
finally reached Vincent's bedroom,
where they found him sleeping in bed
with a teenage girl.
The girl was crying beside him, her eyes
wide with fear and tears streaming down her face. She looked up at Samuel and
saw the blood-soaked mess on his
blazer and face. Her eyes went wide with
horror, and she let out a small scream.
The girl scrambled off the bed and ran
towards the bathroom, slamming the
door shut behind her. Vincent woke up
with a start, his eyes taking in the chaos
around him. He looked up at Samuel, his
face pale with fear.
"What...what's going on?" he
stammered.
Samuel's face twisted with rage once
more. "You tried to harm my wife and
my brothers," he growled, his voice low
and menacing. "You're going to pay for
that."
Samuel's face twisted with rage once
more. "You tried to harm my wife and
my brothers," he growled, his voice low
and menacing. "You're going to pay for
that."
Vincent's eyes widened in shock as he
took in the accusation. He knew he was
beaten, and he didn't stand a chance
against Samuel's fury.
Without hesitation, Samuel grabbed
Vincent's arm and dragged him out of
his mansion. Vincent struggled and
kicked, but Samuel was too strong. He
pulled Vincent into his car, still in his
underwear, and drove to his own
helipad.
Once they arrived, Samuel pulled out a
length of rope and tied Vincent to the
footrest of his helicopter. Vincent's eyes
were wide with fear as he looked up at
Samuel, who was now standing over him
with a cold, calculating gaze.
Samuel didn't say a word as he turned
and walked back to his car. He drove off
towards Natasha's villa; leaving Vincent
tied up and helpless.
Meanwhile, Andre had already driven to
Natasha's villa, arriving just before
Samuel. He pulled up to the entrance,
where Natasha was waiting for him, her
face set with determination.