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Samson chewed on his lip. Maybe he was losing his mind being stuck in here, starving and beaten. Or maybe… He pulled the box on the floor closer and looked through it. There were pieces of bombs along with whole bombs. It looked like it had been gathered without much thought. They would have no idea how many explosives could be created with the pieces.

Creating defective bombs might make a dent in the damage Demir could do, but it wouldn’t stop him. What he needed to do was end the whole operation.

A plan began to come together in his mind. “This would be impossible.”

With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.

Samson leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath. He remembered a Bible verse his mom had stuck to the fridge while he was growing up. He couldn’t remember the exact verse or where it came from in the Bible, but it said that hope doesn’t disappoint, because God poured out his love into our hearts. It was a scary thing to allow hope to enter his heart.

He used to think he had nothing to lose, but this was the first time it was actually true. Why not open his heart up to God again? If it was only madness playing with him, then so be it, but if it was God, that meant that life had not been forfeit because he made bad choices in his life. He had time to set himself back on God’s path.

He rose slowly to his feet, his body numb and aching at the same time.

“With whatever breath you have left for me to breathe, I give you what is left of my life. If you can use me to bring evil men to justice, then use me.”

Chapter 21

Delilah rubbedher hands together in nervous anticipation. The wait had been agony, but Trevors insisted they move slow, and he was right. With so much at stake, they couldn’t get this wrong.

When Marc entered the lobby of the hotel, he spotted Delilah immediately and sauntered over. He’d been suspicious of her at the beginning, but now, because she’d taken her time, he believed he’d reeled her in like he had Luca.

At the thought of Luca, she frowned. Her cousin had no idea what she was up to. She’d wanted to tell him but couldn’t risk it.

She was sure he’d feel betrayed. One more to add to the list. She wondered if André had any remorse for betraying her and ruining her life when he caused her company to fail. She couldn’t blame him if he didn’t. The empty pit of regret that she felt toward both Samson and Luca had almost been enough for her to change her mind about going after Marc. Part of her wanted to forget everything. But this was the only way she could make things right. This was the only way to make sure Marc couldn’t hurt anyone else and hopefully give them Demir as well.

“Well, hello there,” he said when he reached her. His eyes travelled the length of her body before settling on her face.

“Thanks for coming,” she said with a tight smile.

“Anything to help.”

“You haven’t spoken to Luca about this?”

“You afraid I don’t keep my promises?”

“Your criminal behavior doesn’t lend itself to keeping your word.”

“Then I guess we’re both risking something in trusting each other. You’re jumping into the deep end too, you know.”

“I know.”

“I haven’t said a word to Luca because I understand your embarrassment. You did give him a pretty hard time for working with me, and now look where we are.”

“Yeah.”

“But you don’t want to be a waitress the rest of your life.”

“No. And when I did things the right way, I lost my business.”

“Now you’ve got nothing to lose and everything to gain.” He slowly stepped closer. “I know what it must have cost you to come to me. We don’t have the best track record, you and I.”

“You weren’t my first choice.”

He smirked. “You know, there is such a thing as being too honest. But I like it.”

“You’re only saying that because I chose you in the end.”

“Yes, you did. I guess it’s true what they say.”

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