Chapter 33 EMOTIONALLY AVAILABLE
CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
SAMANTHA’S POV
“Get inside.”
Abel’s voice cut through the ringing in my ears the moment we stepped through the gates. His grip on Kane tightened as two men helped carry him in, Kane’s weight hanging loose between them like life itself had begun to slip away. His head lolled to the side, eyes shut, face pale in a way I had never seen before.
“Uhmm… I want to assist the master,” I whispered, already stepping closer, my hands shaking as I reached for Kane.
He did not move. Not even when my fingers brushed his sleeve.
“Go inside,” Abel said again, stiffer this time.
There was no room for argument in his voice.
I stared at Kane, my chest caving in. He was unconscious. Completely. The man who terrified rooms into silence. The man who always stood tall, unbreakable, untouchable. Now he looked fragile, like one wrong breath could take him away.
“Please,” I tried.
Abel did not look at me. “Go. Inside.”
Something in his tone broke me. I turned and ran, tears blinding me as I crossed the hall and climbed the stairs. My feet felt heavy, my body numb, my heart pounding so loudly it hurt.
I burst into my room and collapsed on the bed, sobs ripping out of me before I could stop them. My hands covered my mouth but the sound still escaped.
“Samantha, Samantha, are you okay?”
Nanny rushed in, panic written all over her face. “What happened over there?”
I lifted my head, my eyes swollen, my vision blurred. “It is not me you should be worried about, Nanny,” I cried. “Master is seriously wounded.”
“What?”
She did not wait for another word. Nanny turned and disappeared almost immediately, her footsteps echoing down the hallway.
I sat there alone, shaking.
I was lucky. That was what people would say. Lucky that Kane cared. Lucky that he protected me. Lucky that I was still alive.
But it felt like the wrong kind of luck.
I was not supposed to need protection in the first place.
My thoughts spiraled until one name cut through the chaos in my head.
Micky.
The poor child would be wondering why her dad had not visited her tonight. She did not know he was wounded. She did not know anything had gone wrong.
I could not sit still anymore.
I stood up, wiping my face, my heart hammering with fear. “God, please,” I whispered as I reached for the door. “Kane should not die.”
I waited until the noise in the house settled, until the rush of footsteps and murmured orders faded. When I was sure the place was cleared, I slipped out quietly and made my way to the pink mansion.
I was almost at Micky’s door when a voice stopped me cold.
“Who are you and what are you doing here?”
The lights snapped on.
I froze.
The nanny stood in front of me, her expression hard, her eyes sharp and unwelcoming.
She stared at me for a long moment, studying my face. “Are you Samantha?”
I nodded slowly.
“Oh,” she said flatly. “Why are you here?”
“I am here for Micky.”
“Why are you here for Micky?”
“It is late,” I said, my voice trembling. “Her dad is not coming tonight and she might begin to get scared soon.”
She scoffed. “And I should let you in because of this? This is not your first time here, right? Are you deceiving that poor girl that you are her mother?”
Shame washed over me like a heavy wave. I nodded, unable to defend myself.
“Are you insane?” she snapped. “That is why she has been mentioning it since. What do you think you are doing, playing on a child’s ignorance?”
My face fell. My throat burned. “I just love her,” I whispered. “And I want to be there for her. Please.”
Before she could respond, a small voice floated from inside the room.
“Mummy… mummy…”
The nanny stiffened.
“I will go in now,” i said sharply. “If master hears his daughter cry, you are as good as dead.”
She stepped aside, and I walked in on weak legs.
Micky was sitting up in bed, her little face scrunched up with sleep and confusion. The moment she saw me, her eyes lit up.
“Mummy,” she breathed, reaching out.
I crossed the room in two steps and gathered her into my arms. Her small body was warm and trembling. She buried her face in my chest, her fingers clutching my clothes like she was afraid I would disappear.
“I am here,” I whispered, rocking her gently. “I am here.”
“Daddy did not come,” she said softly.
“I know,” I replied, my throat tight. “He had to do something important.”
“Is he angry?”
“No,” I said quickly. “Never with you.”
She nodded, slowly relaxing against me. Her breathing evened out, her grip loosening as sleep claimed her again. I stayed there longer than I should have, holding her, listening to her steady breaths, praying silently for the man lying wounded in another part of the house.
GENERAL POV
He had lost a lot of blood, but they had managed to keep him stable. The cut was deep. Very deep.
The doctor worked carefully, stitching the wound while explaining the situation in a calm voice. Kane lay still on the bed, his chest rising and falling steadily now, though his face remained pale.
Abel stood nearby, his arms crossed, his jaw tight with concern. He watched every movement, every stitch, every breath his master took.
What was going on?
Kane did not usually care about anyone beyond his daughter. He had built walls so thick that no one ever got close enough to matter. And yet today, he had almost died because he left himself exposed just to save Samantha.
The meeting had been a setup.
Savy had planned it carefully
Before they could even enter the room, Kane had sensed something was wrong. Five men had been hiding, waiting. Kane took them down swiftly, ruthlessly. But in the chaos, one blade found its mark. The stab was accidental, but the damage was real.
It was not the first time Kane had risked his life. It would not be the last. This life had carved scars into his body and soul for years. Another scar. Another close call. Another brush with death.
And yet, as always, he survived.
By tomorrow, he would be back on his feet, moving with the same lethal grace, acting as if nothing had happened. As if he had not bled on the floor hours earlier.
Abel exhaled slowly as the doctor finished and stepped back.