He was consumed by a desire for revenge, for
making Vincent suffer just as he had
suffered.
Without warning, Samuel's fist shot out,
connecting with Vincent's jaw. The
sound of the impact echoed through the
room, and Vincent's head snapped back.
He stumbled backward, his eyes dazed.
Samuel didn't stop. He kept punching,
his fists flying in a flurry of rage and
anger. Vincent tried to defend himself,
but Samuel was too powerful. He was a
force to be reckoned with, and Vincent
was no match for him.
Samuel stopped, panting heavily, his
fists covered in Vincent's blood. "You
will give me the information you
promised, and you will pay for what
you've done. But first, you're going to
suffer, just like you made us suffer."
Samuel raised his gun, pointing it
directly at Vincent's head. "No more
deals," he said coldly. "This ends now."
With a final, decisive pull of the trigger,
shooting all the bullets of the gun,
Samuel ended Vincent's life. The room
fell silent; the only sound was Samuel's
heavy breathing.
Samuel turned to Andre, his expression
steely. "Hack into all of Vincent's
networks. Do whatever it takes to get all
the information on our enemies."
Andre nodded, understanding the
urgency and the gravity of the task. "I'll
get right on it, Samuel."
As Andre got to work, the rest of the
group stood by, the weight of recent
events heavy on their minds. They had
lost a friend, but they had also rid
themselves of a traitor. Now, with
Vincent's secrets in their grasp, they
could prepare for whatever threats lay
ahead.
Samuel took a deep breath, trying to
calm the storm of emotions inside him.
He knew that this was only the
beginning. With Vincent gone, there
would be others looking to take his
place. But for now, he would focus on
protecting those he loved and
rebuilding what had been broken.
Samuel stood over Vincent's lifeless
body, his breath still heavy from the
exertion and his emotions raw. He
turned and walked out of the basement,
his footsteps echoing through the silent
house. When he reached the main floor,
he saw Hana standing there, her eyes
wide with fear and shock.
He looked at her, his face softening
slightly. "Natasha, stay with her," he said,
his voice rough but gentle. Natasha
nodded and moved to comfort Hana,
who was trembling from the ordeal.
Samuel made his way to the bathroom,
stripping off his bloodstained clothes
and stepping into the shower. The hot
water washed over him, cleansing his
body but doing little to ease his
troubled mind. He stayed under the
stream for a long time, letting the water
wash away the physical remnants of his
rage.
When he finally came downstairs, he
found everyone seated in the hall, their
faces etched with worry and uncertainty.
As he entered, they all stood up, a silent
show of respect and concern. Samuel's
eyes immediately found Hana, and he
walked over to her, pulling her into a
tight embrace.
"I'm so sorry you had to see all this," he
whispered, his voice filled with regret. "I
never wanted you to be a part of this
world."
Hana held onto him tightly, her fear
slowly giving way to relief. "I was very
much scared .But, I believe you," she
said, her voice trembling.
Samuel nodded, pulling back slightly to
look into her eyes. "I promise you, Hana,
I will do everything in my power to keep
you safe. No one will ever hurt you
again."
He looked around at the rest of the
group, his expression one of resolve and
gratitude. "Thank you all for your
support and everything you've done. We
couldn't have made it through this
without each of you."
Andre, Leo, and the others nodded,
feeling the weight of Samuel's words
and the bond that had been forged
through their shared trials.
Samuel turned back to Hana, holding
her close. "I'm sorry you had to see that
side of me," he said quietly. "But I
needed to protect you. To protect all of
us"
Hana nodded, understanding the weight
of his words. "I know, Samuel. I just want
us to be safe. "Samuel hugged her
tightly, feeling the strength of her love
and support. "We will be," he promised.
"Together, we'll get through this. I'll
make sure of it."
After the intense discussion, a sense of
relief and exhaustion settled over the
group. Samuel held Hana close, feeling a
mixture of gratitude and love for the
support she had shown.
Andre cleared his throat, breaking the
silence. "You know what we need? A
celebration. Tonight, we party in honor
of taking down our enemy. We deserve
it."
A murmur of agreement rippled through
the group, and smiles began to appear
on their faces. The idea of a night out to
blow off some steam sounded perfect.
"Let's hit the club," Leo suggested with a
grin. "We need to let loose."
Everyone quickly agreed, and they
began to prepare for the night out. The
mood lightened considerably as they
changed into their best outfits, ready to
celebrate their hard-won victory.
The club was alive with pulsing music
and flashing lights. The atmosphere was
electric, and the group quickly found a
VIP section to claim as their own. Drinks
were ordered, and the night of
celebration began in earnest.
Samuel and Hana were at the center of
it all, their connection palpable as they
danced together. Hana laughed as
Samuel spun her around, the tension
from earlier in the night melting away.
As the night wore on, a commotion
started at the edge of their section. A
group of unruly men, clearly intoxicated,
began causing trouble, pushing their
way toward the VIP area.
Hana and Natasha exchanged glances, a
silent understanding passing between
them. They stepped forward,
intercepting the men with confident
smiles.
"Hey, gentlemen," Hana said sweetly,
her tone deceptively light. "I think you
might be in the wrong area."
One of the men sneered, clearly
underestimating the women. "Why don't
you move aside, sweetheart?"
Natasha's eyes flashed dangerously. "I
don't think so."
Without warning, the situation escalated.
One of the men reached out to grab
Hana, but she moved with lightning
speed, twisting his arm and sending him
sprawling to the floor. Natasha followed
suit, delivering a swift kick to another
man's midsection, doubling him over.
The crowd around them gasped,
watching in amazement as Hana and
Natasha displayed their formidable
fighting skills. The men tried to retaliate,
but they were no match for the women,
who moved with a grace and precision
that was mesmerizing.