Chapter 8: IF ONLY
"What? She might be dead?" Raven asked angrily as he smacked his hand on the dining table, causing a few plates to fall.
"Shit, your rage," Serena grumbled, turning to the maids, "what are you waiting for? Clean it up," While the others hurriedly left them, one of the maids bent down to pick up the broken pieces of the plate.
Samson stared blankly at the maid as she picked up the broken plates. How did his father learn of Jane's escape? He couldn't have used the word "might".
"That's why learning English is so important," he mumbled.
"What did you say?" Raven asked again, sternly staring at him.
"I said she's dead, not she might be dead; I made a mistake earlier," Samson replied, avoiding his father's gaze.
"I heard you were fucking her?" Raven inquired.
"Language, please! Stop displaying your rage in front of the child, Anne is here "Serena said while staring at Anne, who was still eating as if nothing had happened. Anne was their only biological daughter, while Samson was Raven's child from another woman.
Raven gulped down his tea and cleared his throat.
"We'll talk after we eat,"
"I'm done eating; I'm off to school," Anne said as she stood up. She was a senior in high school.
Serena sighed, "Your driver is waiting for you outside." She knew Anne was sick of her father's attitude, but she tried to accept it.
I told you not to say things like that in front of her "Serena stated.
"I was upset for a while, that's why?" Raven elaborated.
"I don't care, just stop it; do you want our daughter to be proud of a father who runs an illegal drug business?"
"Don't say that, you know that's our source of income, and she'll probably join when she grows up..."
"I don't want to hear about that business any longer; don't just involve Anne," she cut him off. She stood up and exited the dining room after saying this.
"Hey," Raven turned to face Samson, "If she is dead as you claimed, then don't let that happen again, I can clear the rumor if I want to, but it is a hassle. I dislike it when Paul discovers information before I do."
"Yes, sir," Standing up, Samson said. He entered his room and proceeded to his bathroom to take a bath.
He fixed his gaze on himself in the bathroom mirror.
If Serena had protected him the way she protects Anne, he would not have become the man he is now. Well, she isn't his mother, so why would she protect him?
He exhaled deeply, pushing the tears from his eyes inside. As the water from the shower dripped on his body, he began to think of Jane.
Despite everything, he hoped she was still alive. He remembered the first time he met her.
....
"Boss, we found her in one of the stores, the other one ran away, it was a guy, so we didn't bother going after him," Drake explained as he pointed to the sleeping girl.
After staring at the girl, Samson looked at Drake with curiosity.
"She was struggling, so we gave her that stuff to make her fall asleep," he clarified.
"When did you give it to her?" Samson inquired, squatting and inspecting the girl's face.
She was slim and had white long hair and pale skin. His heart went out to her; he had seen many pitiful-looking girls, but she was different.
"Is it love at first sight?" He paused, then lightly chuckled. Who nowadays falls in love at first sight?
"Boss!" exclaimed Drake.
"What!" Samson yelled back, surprised by the tone of his voice.
Drake apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, I was saying Boss Raven is here."
"What?" "Take her upstairs," Samson said, then he whispered to Drake, "Don't let my dad see her."
.....
"Master Samson, your father has requested for you!" The maid yelled, clearly knocking for quite some time.
"Shit, I didn't realize she was knocking," Samson said as he quickly tied his towel around his waist and left the bathroom.
"I'll be out in a minute," he said, opening the door.
"Yes, sir." The young maid stammered, her gaze fixed on his gleaming abs.
"You can go now," Samson said, smiling.
He'd grown accustomed to the maids drooling over his body.
The maid bowed, embarrassed, and hurried away.
"This maid is new," Samson noted as he shut his door.
He quickly showered, dressed, and walked into the living room.
"I want you to go to Anne's School Event because I won't be there," Raven said as Samson sat on the sofa.
"I'm busy in the Cellar; I don't think I'll be able to make it." Samson refused. He disliked attending school functions.
"Well, you have to go because I and Serena are traveling that day, and you know Anne communicates with you more than we do," she says.
"She was in middle school at the time," He was still speaking when his phone rang. "Excuse me," he said as he picked up the phone.
"Dad, I have to rush to the Cellar, I have a meeting," he said, hanging up the phone.
"I hope there isn't a problem?" Raven inquired, his brow furrowed.
"No, I'll see you later," Samson said as he walked away.
"Some days he appeared serious, some days he appeared reckless," Raven frowned, then quickly made a phone call.
"Be track of him," He said as the call connected.
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Dave, one of the workers, approached Samson as he got out of the car in front of the Cellar, which was located on the outskirts of the city.
"What exactly is the report?" As they walked to the Cellar, Samson inquired.
"First, Mr. Mairo agreed and wants to speak with you, and Racheal has been disturbing the other girls; it appears we will have to remove her from her position,"
"Who gave her a post?" Samson asked, coming to a halt in front of Dave.
"Well, she ratted Jane out despite her escape, so Roger gave her a prom..."
"Go ahead and open the door," Samson said interrupting him.
"Ah, Yes," he said as he quickly opened the door.
As he opened the cellar door, Samson went to the cell section, where the new girls were kept, and then to the production section, where the older girls who had been groomed were already making wraps of various drugs.
"Everything is going well," he noted as he turned to face Dave and Drake, who had just arrived.
"Bring Racheal upstairs," he said.
"Yes, sir," they replied.
"What did you say to him? stupid brain, "Drake smacked Dave across the head.
"That Racheal has been creating trouble," Dave replied, rubbing his head.
"You should report that to Boss Roger instead because you're reminding him of how she betrayed his lover," Drake said.
"Well, Boss Roger isn't here," Dave countered.
"Go ahead, take her to him, and make sure he doesn't kill her," Drake instructed.
Dave grumbled as he walked away to fetch Racheal.
Drake shook his head as he noticed Racheal struggling to break free from Dave's grip on her as they walked up the stairs.
"Yohan!" He called one of the workers who was inspecting the wrap girls.
"Yes, sir," he replied.
"Help Dave over there," he said, pointing to the stairs. He held Yohan back and whispered in his ears as he wanted to leave.
"Make sure he doesn't kill her,"
Yohan nodded and ran to help Dave.
"I discovered you're a nuisance," Samson asked calmly, sitting in his chair.
"I, too, want my freedom; Roger promised it to me!" Rachel yelled. For years, she had been making wraps and selling illegal drugs for them.
"What did you do for Roger to make that promise to you? Betray Jane?" Samson rose to his feet. He was gradually boiling in anger.
Rachel slyly chuckled, "She wanted to flee and abandon you, but I exposed her. What did I do wrong? Remember how you almost killed her that night?" She stated.
Samson quickly grabbed a golfing stick from his table and raised it to hit her.
"I know exactly where she is!" Rachel screamed in terror, covering her face with her hands.
"What did you say?" Samuel dropped the stick.
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