The Royal Contract

Chapter 1366: Back in the world of the living

He hated waiting.

"What is taking him so long?" He hissed his frustration out of his lips, unable to sit still while he and his companion waited inside his car.

Gerald had parked his car on an obscure side of the road where nobody would notice their presence. But it was still a good spot for him to view the estate.

"Where are they?" He asked again, ramming his hands on the steering wheel, hoping it would lessen the tension in his entire body.

But he knew that would not help his situation. He was working himself up, but that would not get him answers. In the end, he rubbed his face before turning to his companion, who remained silent by his side.

"Don't worry, Sir. I am sure Mike is ensuring the coast is clear before calling." Samson kept his eyes on the gate where people were coming and going.

He knew Haley's father was having a party, gathering the biggest names in the underworld community. If he had to guess, Alfred was moving while Don was still in the hospital, using his new protegee to get what he wanted.

It would have been him, who would be the man of the hour if he had agreed with Alfred's plans, but instead, his almost father-in-law tried to bury him on the ground.

"I hope so, Samson." He told his partner, hoping that his gut was wrong.

But he could not ignore the alarm bells ringing in his already muddled head, telling him that something seemed off.

Mike should have called moments ago, but until now, he had not heard anything from him. He wanted to call him back, but that could put his friend in a dangerous spot if somebody else noticed his call.

"Sir, what made you decide to leave the group?" Samson abruptly asked, killing the silence inside the small space between them.

He was surprised, knowing that Samson usually kept to himself. He only spoke if asked and only acted when instructed. So, for him to poke his nose where it did not belong was a bit unexpected.

"That is a funny question." He smiled but did not laugh as he thought about his answer. "If you asked me that a few months ago, I might have blown your brains out of your skull for implying that I am weak."

The organization deemed anyone who would want out of their group as weak. Therefore, they had no place in their world or outside of it. They were a weakness that they had to eliminate.

"But I doubt that you are weak, Sir," Samson said, believing he was still invincible, just like before when he was the group's supreme leader.

He would confess. His father brought him up believing his father's way was the only way to get power and wealth. And those were the only reasons to be happy.

And any other emotions were weaknesses he should never allow in his life. His father never believed in love, but he demanded respect and loyalty from all the people around him by using force and fear as his weapon.

"No, I don't feel weak." He responded, believing that his father's way was wrong. It was not the way to find his happiness.

"On the contrary, I find getting out of the organization empowering. It made me realize there was something better for me out there." And he believed that.

And he learned the only thing he needed was inside that house, waiting for him. And he could not wait to get to her and save her from this predicament.

He led them to the side of the fence that Mike had mentioned earlier. The location had a blindspot. But they had to be precise so the cameras could not catch them.

"Two guards are roaming this area. If you have an opportunity, take the first one. I will handle the other." He instructed as they climbed the tall wall with the help of a rope.

It was a piece of cake for him. But not so much to his overgrown partner. But still, sheer will urged Samson to overcome this obstacle.

So far, so good.

They managed to enter the perimeter without being detected. But they still had to cross the lawn until they reached the house.

Then, he had to avoid being seen by all the guards and the guests who could easily recognize his face. Therefore, the obstacles were far from over.

"You take the one with a hat. I will take the bald one." He told his partner while they scooted low on the bushes, watching the two guards approaching on their left.

He knew this could be a trap. They were probably waiting for him once he entered that door. But that was a risk that he would take to save Haley and their child.

Besides, they were expecting him, but not his big friend. So, maybe he could work on a plan as they went on. After all, improvising had always been his strong suit.

"Yes, Sir. Just say when." Samson put his gun back in his waist. Then, he stretched his fingers before bending them, making his knuckles pop.

He knew that they could not shoot a gun to subdue their opponents. They could only use their bare hands with brute force to knock them down. The last thing he wanted was to alert them of their intrusion.

With the count of three, he grabbed one man and subdued him to the ground. With his expertise in hand-to-hand combat, he effortlessly knocked the first man unconscious.

Samson also took care of the other one. His strength alone was enough to wrestle the man, depleting him of air until he sagged almost lifeless to the cemented ground.

"Put this on." He took the earpiece of the two men, giving one to Samson. "We can listen to the other security with this." He told him.

"Now, I want you to pretend that you are one of the securities, mingle as if you are protecting one of the high officials." It was the reason why he had asked Samson to wear his suit. It would make him blend with the crowd.

On the other hand, he pretended to be a waiter, but he believed it would still be hard to pull this through, knowing his face was exposed.

But he would have to find a way to be creative and get through security and the guests without being seen. He just needed to find her and take her out of there.

Finally, he sneaked in one of the back doors often used by the staff. Then, he walked on the empty hallways while Samson turned a corner to join the celebration.

Based on Mike, this was supposed to be an engagement party, but where were the groom and bride as he scanned the room in the hallway, hidden behind a pillar?

So far, he did not see any sign of them. And where was Mike?

"I am so glad you can join us. We have been waiting for you, Gerald."

"We are happy you are back in the world of the living."