Novels by SAMMY'S LAST

The pain was a storm ripping through Sabito’s body as he could feel every nerve snap, every muscle locked. The system’s cold voice echoed in his head again and again, and he grips his hair in an attempt to stop it.He dropped to one knee, breath tearing from his lungs. The floor beneath him felt like it was swaying, though he knew it wasn’t. His fists dug into the concrete as if he could hold on to himself by force, he could feel his true self slipping away. He had to do something...Gojo’s voice cut through the noise again. “Sabito! Fight it—don’t you let that thing take you!”Lisa was there too, crouched in front of him, her hands gripping his shoulders. “Stay with me, Sabito! Look at me, not the voice, look at me!”His vision blurred between her face and a blinding white light that seemed to be burning straight into his mind. The system was trying to weave itself into him, each thread pulling tighter, threatening to erase the parts that made him who he was.A flood of images hit

The cold from the concrete wall pressed through Sabito’s back, but he stayed still. It was almost like he was living through the moment again.The wind under the overpass cut sharp against his face, yet the heat inside his chest hadn’t cooled since Muzan’s men had swarmed him and beaten him to pulp, but that wasn't what had left him shocked.It was the fact that the system had failed him again. It was the fight, the smirk on Muzan’s face, the way those masked men moved like they’d done it a thousand times before—and he found it rather disturbing. Gojo leaned against his motorcycle, watching him. His eyes had the kind of stillness that made people uncomfortable. “You’re quiet,” he said at last.“I’m thinking,” Sabito replied. His voice was low and hoarse. “The damaged part of the system makes me feel like a part of me’s gone… I need it fixed.” Sabito had somehow bonded with the system and now that part of it was dysfunctional, he felt empty. Gojo crossed his arms. “Fixing it isn’t

The night was anything but peaceful for Sabito. He tossed and turned, unable to find rest, his eyes wide and vacant as he lay on the couch. When sleep finally claimed him for a brief moment, he awoke with a heavy heart, his mind trapped in an endless loop of thoughts he couldn't shake off, no matter how hard he tried. Muzan’s words wouldn’t leave his head, and it felt more difficult, as he was trying to focus his mind on what to do.But this time, finally, his mind was set. He wasn’t going to let that man think he had control over him.Sabito stood, washed his face in cold water, and glanced at his reflection in the mirror.Dark circles shadowed his eyes as he leaned in to take a good look at himself. “You’re not his pawn,” he muttered to himself. “Not now. Not ever!” He reassures himself.Grabbing his coat with a determined look, he headed for the door.As he stepped out he could see that the streets were half-awake. At first, he thought about going back and getting his shoes for

The afternoon passed slower than usual as Sabito sat still and too focused with nothing but the clock that was tickling away slowly.Right there where he sat on the couch, elbow rested on the armrest, and one hand covering part of his face. For a long time his eyes were fixed on the wall, but he wasn’t seeing it as he was lost... lost in whatever thought that was running through his heart at that moment.For some reason the house felt too quiet. Sabito leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and took a long breath. His body was recovering well after the entire incident of late, and he could feel his strength returning, but not his heart wasn’t… because it felt like she took a part of it.For a moment, he thought about calling Rose again, just to hear her voice, even if it meant another argument, but his pride and maybe fear kept his hand away from the phone though he was staring right at it now.Instead, his thoughts wandered to something else, something he had been avoiding.It had be

Sabito hadn’t slept a wink all through the night his heart had been troubled. It almost felt as though he could sense an impending danger he didn't know how to avert.He tossed and turned in his sleep and when he couldn't fix all that was running through his mind, he sat back up, throwing the covers up.Even though his body was still aching, he was also recovering. Not just from injuries that were healing faster each day, but something emotional as well.Still, his mind wouldn’t rest. No matter how much he closed his eyes or tried to block out the noise in his head, it always came back to her, back to Rose.He ran his fingers through his hair. At this time, he could give anything to right his wrong no matter what it meant. It left a deep ache in his heart he still didn't know what to do about it.The guilt weighed heavy on his chest, and every unanswered call made it worse. He hated the silence that came to do with it.He walks down to the kitchen in a bid to change whatever was runni

The glass in Leonardo’s hand shattered before he even realized he had crushed it. He had been this way since his latest encounter with him. There was this part of him that wanted him gone, but Sabito.... he groaned again, clenching his fists... Sabito just had to remain the thorn in his flesh and refused to die!Blood dripped slowly from his palm, but he didn’t flinch. His eyes were locked on the screen in front of him -“I hate the fact that Sabito got away again,” he muttered through clenched teeth.The room around him was silent, heavy with tension as he was surrounded by his name no one apparently dared to speak. His men stood near the walls, stiff and unsure of if they were allowed to speak as the last man who brought him bad news now walked with a limp.Leonardo stood slowly, the blood from his hand staining his cream-colored shirt. “He should have died that night. I gave specific orders!”A man stepped forward, nervous. “We underestimated him, sir. He wasn’t supposed to have h

Rain still tapped the windows along with the tick of the clock but Andrew stood frozen, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. His mind was rattled, this was definitely something and the empty spot where the car had been was a clue.He stared at the empty spot where the car had been minutes ago, its absence leaving a deep pain in his heart.“I can't believe all of this." He ran his hands over his face in disbelief as a surge of fury exploded in his chest as he turned and punched the nearest wall, the sharp pain grounding him just enough.“Goddammit,” he muttered, punching out a number on his smart military watch and dialing Mason's number.It rang once. Twice.“Mason here,” came the familiar voice.“I need you. Now. At Verizon. I think we’ve had a breach.”Silence for a second.“Breach?” He stalled for a minute. " What kind of breach?”“The kind I can't explain yet. But someone was here. I saw the shadow on the hallway feed. And now… nothing. They’re gone. I need you to lock down eve

The air inside the Verizon building had shifted and it all started the moment Andrew had spotted the car. For some reason he couldn't just get it off his mind.“Something seems off…” He muttered, taking a step backward.For what felt like a minute of eternity he listened evenly. If he could hear anything with his years in the military, he would be able to pick any slight sound. Sighing he shrugged his shoulders, there was nothing afterall…There was nothing but solace and quietness that filled the room.There was no music playing, no soft hum of janitors working through their routine. Just the dull throb of the emergency lights and the faint creak of something far away. As he moved slowly towards the sounds, Andrew slowed his steps as he reached the fifth-floor landing, every muscle in his body tense at the anticipation for what was to comeSomething was off. He could feel it in the way the building was quiet, too quiet. And he couldn't let it go.He paused again near the fire exit d

It had been tiring for Lizzy at this point,she was out of options…She had to carry out her most pending plan regardless of what it felt like, risk or not.Looking out of the window of the cafe lost for a while, she took a quick look at her watch.Burke was running late as usual. She kissed her teeth in disapproval before getting lost again in the other world.Outside the sky hung heavy with dark clouds that promised a threat of rain. The Streetlights cast it shimmering light right to where she took every breath and turned at every footstep.She sat at the far end of a dimly lit cafe, enough to be hidden from everyone else but him, her eyes kept flickering between the entrance and the half-empty cup in her hand. So far the place was quiet with just a few sounds from her fingers that tapped against the ceramic mug rhythmically.“What the hell, why is he taking eternity!" She grumbles.She picks up her phone and dials his cell. "Hello, what is taking you too long? Just tell me if…”S

It had been hours since the team began working, and the energy inside the room was tense, but focused. As they worked tirelessly, only one thing was at the back of their individual mind and that was finding that bit of the missing puzzle:Who was this anonymous man?The question imprinted a deep worry on Andrew who sat at the far end of the room, quietly observing everyone move from screen to screen, map to map, piecing fragments together. The silence in his mind, however, was deceptive. As deep in it, was something else… Something very disturbing that he didn't know how to pin at that moment, was this another plot from Lizzy?Every possibility spun inside his head like a carousel he couldn’t get off questions, half-formed answers, that was racing through the depth of his mind.The thought that someone might be out there wearing his face, using his name, walking in his shadow, disturbed him more than he admitted aloud…Mason walked over, and placed a cup of coffee in front of him.

Soon, they left the detention facility behind as the car surged forward. Andrew barely noticed the passing scenery, or Mason's conversation with someone over the phone. Thoughts of what had just happened wouldn't leave his head. After a while, Mason turned slightly to face him and said, "Are you okay, Master? You seem... distracted.""Of course I am," Andrew snapped, and went on to tell him about the person Carl said was posing as him. Mason's eyes grew wider as he listened. "The impostor somehow knew, and then used my security codes before vanishing without a trace," Andrew finished in a low growl. "Without a trace," Mason repeated slowly. "Forgive me but I find that hard to believe. This misidentification thing is just an excuse if you ask me."Andrew nodded. Mason had just spoken his mind. "Yes... I think so too," he agreed. *******Baron was standing outside the building when Andrew and Mason arrived."Finally!" he exclaimed upon seeing Andrew. He heaved a sigh of relief a

For what felt like an eternity, Andrew stood still at the spot, his face bewildered with shock and anxiety with both feelings leaving him in a thrill.“This is not possible, you should be dead!" He grimaced.He ran his fingers through his already ruffled hair as he could feel a rush of adrenaline through his blood stream that brought his heart beat almost to a halt.“Well, Commander…I must say you are the last person that I was expecting to see here.” Carl turned to the man close to where he was and whispered something inaudibly.The man gave a nod and walked away leaving the two men alone.Carl clears his throat. "I just asked that he reconfirm if we have the right person, there was no way I could have missed your name …” he sighs. " Though I never checked to see who we were going after, you know how it is for a bounty hunter like myself.” Andrew clenches his fist in anger or malice but a sense of understanding at how frustrating the situation was turning out to be.“It is fine, I