Blurred Lines 1: CHASE -
Chapter 111
-Chase-
"What the f**k?" I murmured, confused and disturbed by what I was seeing. I despise Sammy, don't get me wrong, but I couldn't bear seeing a woman getting manhandled. Her brown eyes met mine. Her left eye was starting to swell, a dark bruise becoming visible on her left cheek, and her mini dress was torn in the middle, pooling around her waist. A thin white bra covered her breasts which were also surrounded by bruises. Nikos raised an eyebrow as though asking me silently why I was intruding in their private time.
F*****g prick.
"Sammy, you alright?" Stupid question, I know, but I had to break the heavy tension growing inside the room.
Nikos's brows arched. His gaze slid from me down to the woman he was pinning on the bed. "Sammy, huh? You f*****g knew him?"
So they weren't working together?
He released Sammy's neck. Sammy coughed, gasping for air, Nikos' fingers left hand prints on her neck. She scrambled on the bed, sitting on her ankles. "Nikos..." she shook her head, fear coating her brown eyes, watching Nikos get off the bed.
He stared down at Sammy, his eyes as dark as the forest at twilight. He didn't say another word to Sammy, but his gaze spats danger and hostility. She shivered, lips trembling as she scurried off the bed, chasing Nikos across the room. Her dress pooled around her heels when she caught up with him. "Nikos... Please..." she pleaded.
Nikos faced her, gripped her jaw, and lifted her to her tippy toes. My hands clenched on my side. What the f**k is wrong with these two?
Sammy's toes dangle back and forth, trying to support her weight. She grips Nikos' wrist; her face turning purple, tears rolling down her cheek.
"Fix your fucking face," he spat and tossed Sammy on the carpeted floor.
His stride was calculated until he stood before me, leveling me with a menacing glare. "So you knew her, huh?" He looked over his shoulder; Sammy trembled, gathering herself back together. "Sofia was a f*****g mile upgrade from that slut." "Watch your mouth, Avlonitis," I growled.
He faced me, tilting his head to the side. "Or what?"
I clenched my fist, jaw fluttering in controlled rage.
He smirked. "Thought so. You can fuck her. It would be our dirty little secret." Chuckling, he patted my shoulder and skirted past me out of the room.
Sammy tearfully rose from the floor, lowered her head, and walked to the door next to the bed.
I peeked at the door, making sure the hallway was empty. Closing the door, I pulled out my phone and informed Sofia we were leaving earlier than planned and to wait for me inside the car. I followed Sammy through the door. She was wetting a washcloth on the sink, standing shakily on her lacy white underwear.
I bit back the string of profanities, ready to flare up from my mouth. Sammy's body was a canvas of bruises, some darker than most, and a few were yellowish, already fading.
"Care to explain what the fuck is going on, Sammy?" I crossed my arms over my chest, meeting her furious eyes through the mirror.
"Now you're interested in my welfare?" She huffed. "I asked for your help, Chase. What did you do? You ignored me!"
I couldn't keep up. Why was I the bad guy in this conversation? Didn't I just stop that fake Greek freak from hurting her? "Watch your tone, Samantha."
She chuckled sourly, perching on her toes, bending forward on the counter, scrutinizing her bruised face. "How the f**k am I gonna fix this?" she groaned mostly to herself. "Go away, Chase. Leave me alone. Forget what you saw; that's what you're good at, anyway." Patience wearing off, I removed the distance between us and spun her around. I gripped her wrist and pinned her with an intense stare. "Don't put that attitude on me. I've done my end of the bargain eight fucking years ago. I got you out and gave you a new identity, a fucking fresh start. I owe you fucking nothing, so don't speak as if I owe you shit!" I hissed. "I'll ask again. What the f**k is going on, and think before you open that f*****g mouth. One wrong answer, and I'm gone. I don't give a shit about you, Samantha." Her watery eyes blinked a few times, fear blanketing her face. I released her wrist, cursing myself for the mark I had left on her skin.
How am I any better than Nikos? Fucking shit!
She swallowed and leaned on the counter, lowering her gaze to the floor. "You're right. I'm sorry... You owe me nothing. But I was hoping you would at least hear me out." She lifted her eyes to mine; her gutsy mask was no more. All I saw was a girl one second away from falling apart.
"I'm listening."
She opened her mouth and closed it again, contemplating. Heaving, she pinched her eyes shut. "Dad... his people found where I was hiding."
Sammy's father, Samuel, ran a human trafficking syndicate in Rio ten years ago. He went neck and neck with Eros at some point and sent Sammy to spy on Eros by using me. Their plan backfired. I found out what Sammy was planning, and we offered her a safe exit from Samuel's claws. It worked out in our favor. She wanted a fresh start, and we managed to put Samuel behind bars. And no, hearing this doesn't surprise me. Prison couldn't contain the vile of someone like Samuel. Though it shortened most of his reach, knowing him, he'd take revenge on Samantha. Without her, we wouldn't have been able to trap him.
"Then you should've run away, go off the grid. You know the fucking drill, and you knew the risk of going against your father."
"I can't," she said, tears dribbling down her bruised face.
"The fuck you can't? Look at you? You wasted all our efforts in giving you a fresh start. And why are you with Nikos-"
"We have a son, Chase...."
I felt my world pulled to a complete stop. "What did you say?"
"We have a son-" she gasped. I was before her in seconds, clutching her neck. I was no better than Nikos, but this woman tested my patience.
"Don't play that card on me, Sammy. We have a son?" I chuckled darkly. "The timing is so f*****g perfect, don't you think?"
Her eyes were wide, fogged with tears. "I'm not lying. My phone," she gripped my wrist. "It's on the vanity."
My heart hammered in my chest. I blindly walked towards the vanity and grabbed the small clutch bag on the counter, tossing it at Sammy. She sniffed, fumbling with her purse, and pulled out her phone. It almost slipped from her hand, extending the device to me. In the photo, a boy stands beside Sammy. He was almost the same height as her, both of them smiling at the camera. He got Sammy's brown eyes, the oval shape of her face, and the heart shape of her lips. There was no mistaking that he was related to her, but was he truly mine? He has the same shade of blond hair as me.
I felt like I'm gonna be sick. But I knew not to give in to this scheme so easily. How do I know he's mine?
"We can do a paternity test," Sammy said, reading my thoughts. "I know you won't believe me so easily. That's the same reason I didn't come forward sooner. I want a good life for him, and I thought you were still running the same business with Eros." "What has he got to do with all of this?" I asked, taking a copy of the picture on my phone.
Fuck. If this was true, I'd have so much explaining to do with Sofia.
"Dad's people took Cy captive for the time being. He's safe as long as I do what they ask me to do."
"Cy..." I tried his name.
"Cyrus... it means sun." Her lower lip quivered. "He's my light, Chase, my everything. You'd understand this since you have a daughter. I'd do everything to keep him safe."
Even a blind man would see Sammy baring her heart before me. Her eyes shone with genuine sorrow and grief at her current situation. But given our history, I couldn't trust her words just like that.
I handed her phone back, shoving mine in my pocket. "If what you're saying is true, you've got tons of explaining to do, Sammy."
"You think I would lie?" She huffed, turning back to the mirror, dabbing the blood trail from the side of her lip. "I had a good life. Sure, I could barely make ends meet. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on FindNovel.net. Visit FindNovel.net to read the complete chapters for free. I work two jobs to put food on our table and keep the roof over our heads. But we were happy, Cy and I. He goes to school, plays soccer, and is an honor student, Chase...." Her voice broke. She tried hiding her emotions, but to no avail.
"You can't blame me for needing proof that that kid is my son." Those words sounded foreign to my ears.
Fuck... I fathered a boy, and I missed so much of his life.
Sammy glared at me through the mirror. "How... how old is he?"
"He's turning nine in December."
The timeline fits. F**k...
I stood there, allowing this news to sink in, but all I managed to get was more questions. Sofia... how is she gonna accept this? I didn't cheat on her. Sammy happened before we got together, but will she be okay with me having a son with another woman? I shoved my fingers through my hair, raking it roughly.
"Go home, Chase. I'll contact you once I get a DNA sample from Cy." Sammy was now applying concealer on her cheeks. She needs magic to cover up the swelling in her left eye.
"You still haven't told me what Samuel wanted from you."
She blew a breath. "Can we get through this night first? I'll tell you everything. Nikos will be furious if I'm not out there in ten minutes."
She had a point. I couldn't fucking think straight. "Your number's still the same?" She nodded, hissing when she dabbed roughly on her swollen eyes. "I'll call you."
I spun around and walked out of the bathroom, halting in my tracks when I caught sight of the figure sitting on the bed.
"Sofia..."
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