Enoch Nzima

They trained him to be a weapon. They never expected him to think for himself.

Sam has spent his entire life obeying. Conditioned to kill, trained to trust no one, he has followed his uncle’s commands without hesitation. Survival demanded it. But when a ghost from his past resurfaces, the foundation of his world begins to crack. 

His life was governed by one unbreakable rule:

“Trust no one. Be alert. Show NO mercy to the guilty.”

But what happens when guilt is no longer black and white? When the people who shaped him turn out to be the very ones who have been manipulating him all along? Loyalties blur. Truths unravel. And betrayal lurks in the shadows, waiting to strike.

Betrayal demands blood. But whose?

It’s supposed to be unforgivable. But when the ultimate betrayal comes from within, will Sam break free—or become exactly what they always intended him to be?

As the walls close in and the truth unravels, Sam must decide if he will keep running from the past—or turn and face the monster they made him. Because in the end, the question is no longer whether he can survive.

It’s whether he was ever meant to.

The line between justice and vengeance has never been thinner. And for the first time in a long time, Sam isn’t sure if he’s on the right side of it.

He Was Raised An Assassin (A B.E.E.S Original)

The tension in the air was almost suffocating as Sam followed closely behind Connor. Every move he made was deliberate and measured because he couldn’t risk slipping up this far into the game. The other boy, Ben, trailed behind the two estranged brothers, silent but alert, his hand hovering near his weapon. Sam was having a battle in his mind. Could he really trust Connor? He really didn’t have a choice in the matter but to follow his lead – for now at least. 


The facility was a maze of cold steel hallways, stretching endlessly in every direction. The group of boys moved quickly but quietly, their footsteps barely making a sound in the cavernous hallways. Around every corner they turned, every shadow they passed, Sam was on high alert – expecting an ambush. The Faith Amelloy Crusaders weren’t fools; they had to know that they were here and that they were coming for Rose. 


“How much farther?” Sam whispered, his voice barely audible. 


CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE