Chapter 37 A MESSAGE WAS SENT
CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN
SAMANTHA’S POV
“What did I tell you about going to Micky’s room.”
Nanny barged in without even knocking. Everything stayed.
I did not answer her. I could not.
I just bowed my head like a child caught stealing.
“I warned you,” she continued, her voice sharp but trembling underneath. “I told you not to play with that poor girl’s emotions. I may be calm with you, Samantha. I may treat you kindly. But I will not stand by and watch you hurt people I love.”
That word love hit me harder than her anger.
“I was not hurting her,” I said quietly. My throat burned. “I could never hurt her. I love that child. I love her so much.” I lifted my head then, desperation pouring out of me. “I see Sally everywhere in her. Even though i never really knew Sally like you did. It feels like she is watching me. Like she wants me to take care of her baby. Micky is lonely. That is what Sally would have wanted.”
For a second, the room was 1 quiet.
Then Nanny broke.
“You know nothing about Sally,” she cried, tears spilling freely now. “Nothing at all. Sally was murdered, you moron.”
My breath caught.
“I know,” I whispered
.
Her eyes burned into mine.
“You ran away to be with the man who murdered her,” she continued, her voice shaking violently. “Kate’s brother. Savy. He has been in hiding for five years. Five years, Samantha. He killed Sally.”
My world tilted.
I opened my eyes wider like maybe I had been dreaming before.
“Yes,” she said, almost screaming now. “Yes.”
“I did not know,” I gasped. My knees felt weak. “Oh my God.”
And all this time, I had been walking straight into the arms of her killer’s family without knowing.
“Do not go near Micky again,” Nanny said, wiping her tears angrily. “Kane might spare you for many things, but not when it comes to his daughter. He will go mad. He really will.”
She turned to leave, then stopped.
“Kane got hurt yesterday,” she added, her tone suddenly cold and suspicious. “Care to tell me what is happening between the two of you.”
I shook my head slowly.
“No. Nothing,” I said. The words tasted like lies and self hatred. “I am just a piece of trash. Garbage.”
She looked at me for a long moment. Her face hardened, but her eyes betrayed her. There was worry there. Pain. Care she was trying desperately to hide.
“Alright,” she said finally.
Then she walked out.
I slid down to the floor the moment the door closed behind her.
The tiles were cold against my skin.
How easily I had left one enemy only to fall into the arms of another.
A far worse enemy.
I buried my face in my hands and cried silently, because even tears felt dangerous in this house.
GENERAL POV
Savy leaned back in his seat, eyes sharp as he surveyed the road ahead. The city lights reflected faintly on the tinted windows as the car slowed.
“Drive within the area I control,” he instructed calmly.
His men obeyed without question.
“Take the turn under that bridge,” he added.
The engine hummed as they approached the dark underpass. Savy glanced at the side mirror, then at the windows again. A slow smile crept onto his lips.
Perfect.
The car came to a stop. His men stepped out first, scanning the surroundings. Moments later, Kane’s men arrived.
But the car was empty.
“Where is he,” one of Kane’s men asked sharply, panic creeping into his voice.
“He was here, right,” another asked. “I swear I saw him. He was…”
“Looking for me.”
The voice came from behind.
Savy stepped out from the shadows, clapping slowly, mockingly. His presence alone seemed to drain the air from the place.
“No. No,” one of the men stammered.
Savy smiled wider.
“Tell Kane to come for me properly next time,” he said. “Tell him to come stronger. Harder. Tell him I am far stronger than he is now. And that he cannot touch me.”
Kane’s men reached for their guns immediately.
But it was too late.
They turned around only to find themselves surrounded. Guns raised. Faces they did not recognize. Savy’s men had already taken position.
Fear flickered across their eyes.
Savy did not hesitate.
He raised his gun and fired.
The first man fell instantly, the bullet tearing through his head. His body hit the ground with a sickening thud.
The second man froze, staring at Savy with shocking boldness, refusing to beg.
Savy tilted his head, amused.
Then he shot him in the leg.
The scream echoed under the bridge
Savy walked closer, crouching in front of him.
“Go back to Kane,” he said coldly. “Tell him this will be his fate soon.”
He stood up, turned away, and signaled to his men.
The message had been sent.