Samson: The Prequel

By D.T. Shannon

Samson is a story of a man who was raised by an elite assassin group called The Red Dragons. From his time growing up in London he befriends the daughter of a slain gangster and the two of them blossom a relationship out of tragedy. Due to the rise of sex trafficking and the disappearance of young girls, the two of them plan to rid the world of those responsible. Down this path a rising group of trafficker's steps into the crosshairs of the mighty Samson who goes on a rampage looking for a way to end them and their operation. Enlisting the help of a young and ambitious detective brings the hunt from London to New York, Samson runs into another problem called The Kingdom. The Kingdom drives a wedge between Samson and his prey, but problems are not the only things giving Samson hell. The appearance of an old acquaintance from both sides blows things up into an uncontrollable wildfire that makes him have to choose over life or death.  

• Language: English
• Publisher: D.T. Shannon
• Release date: Jan 12, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393990895

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Acknowledgements

It is about that time once again to give thanks to the Highest, the creator, for without him I would not be here. First and foremost, I would like to give special thanks to all the love and support I have been showered with since the start of this project. I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders with this one. The countless hours and long nights working on this project were all well worth every page, letter, and brain power. This being my second book feels like a new opening within my world. I cannot express to you enough how long I’ve waited to see this book come into reality. Writing this book while being a full-time recruiter for the United States Marine Corps has boosted my belief within my own skills, so to them I say thank you. They lit the fire under me and allowed me to dig deeper within myself and push even harder. I thank God every day for giving me just one more day to write! Again, thank you to all the supporters, haters, doubters, and most importantly my angels above. Most of all thank you to those who READ!!!

A special thanks again to my parents Larry and Tonya, love you guys, I told you I will make you proud.

I want to thank my Marines from my time in Kuwait, especially my two knuckle heads Chase Marquit & Victor Quezada aka Q. These two kept me grounded during this book writing process and helped me keep my mind right. As we like to say, TALK SHIT, GET HIT. I also must thank Maggie Seymour, she helped me a lot with the research on this and a future project of mine, thank you! To the Marines of RS ATLANTA, thank you all for putting the battery in my back to keep pushing even through all the up’s and downs. Without the energy of the command, and my surrounding team I would not have completed this book. I do not want to start naming names because I know I will forget someone so please charge it to my head and not my heart.  

To Calvin Kizzee, Anthony Davis II, Tray Chester, Louis Marrero, you guys were my first team in Atlanta and with our talks and many journeys together thank you all for keeping me grounded and moving in the right direction.

A special Thanks to SgtMaj Clay and LtCol Wilson, you fellas already know what we talked about, and I will never forget what you have done for me.

I must thank the new Hiram team, the one’s I trained, the one’s I recruited, and the one’s who remember to never give up. Lutz, Hausman, Arias, and Emerson, you guys helped make my life easy, from the good laughs, fine foods, and that dope going away gift, I will never forget you guys. Thank you all for allowing me to work on my book while at work lol. You guys are the best.

Special Thanks to Kelsie Brantley! She threated to kill me if she did not get a call out and to be honest, she deserves it. This young woman has been a natural supporter since I tried to recruit her brother. She fell in love with my first book and had been beating me up about this one. She even took on the role as my editor and has been walking with me through the whole process. I hope you like your special spot.

And lastly, I must thank my mentors and good friends Q Love & Wiggles you guys have truly kept me going and have proven to always be in my corner.

Your Favorite Recruiter’s Favorite Recruiter 

Chocolate Superman

Daniel Tariq, Shannon

Dedication

I would like to dedicate this book to some fallen solders within my life, this was tough knowing that I don’t have you guys here with me physically but in my heart you guys always live.  Sam Martin, Evelyn Graham, Timothy (Uncle Tim) Graham, Eric (Uncle Woo) Graham, Love you all.

Prologue

There was a commotion going on from the outside, Slim silenced the music as everyone in the loft stopped what they were doing and watched the door in suspense. The hard thump from the outside made some of the girls jump, but it was the second one that took the security inside from a state of curiosity to alert. Moments later a thick machete came sliding through with blood dripping off the blade, some of the girls screamed and caused one of the husky guards to inch closer for a better view of the weapon. As the guard came closer the blade retracted disappearing from sight of everyone on the inside, shortly after the door flung open with great force and brought forth a bronze-colored Samson who stood above six feet, wielding a large pearly white handgun that looked like a mini cannon. His thick dreadlocks danced gently against his waist as he walked into the room and a half mask that looked like the mouth of a Japanese samurai warrior. He let off a single shot into the face of the husky guard blowing a hole the size of a fist out of the back of his head killing him instantly.

Blood from the guard sprayed some of the crowd and caused the room to break off into a panic breaking them from there shocked state of mind. There was pure dysphoria in the room gangsters running to hide, there were a few brave one’s who figured they could outnumber the killer and rush him before they met kissed the hollow tip of a bullet. One of the pimps who was using their girls as shields got hit with bullet that ran across his Achilles dropping him in pain, but his suffering was short lived after a heavy round sunk deep into the base of his skull and making a mess out the other end. There was just horror on the faces of everyone as the masked Samson moved swiftly around the room dumping three more rounds into two of the guards, skillful enough he made sure he only hit his targets. One guy thought he was fast enough to slide past the assassin but fatally learned the feeling of a .45 long colt hollow point to the side of his temple. The gunman shifted focus to Slim who was scrambling to get behind the mini bar for cover when he caught a heavy slug to his lower back causing him to fall and scream in pain. Another guard came out from a bedroom with a giant shotgun, but his fate was like the others being cut down with two rounds to the chest and one clean through his hip making sure he was not walking anymore.

The masked assassin drew another gun identical as the one he already had in his hand and pointed to the crowd. Everybody to the back of the wall now! The deep voiced killer said. The smooth deep tone of his voice silenced all in the room and all you could hear were their whimpers and cries for him to have pity on them. All of the girls to the right side of the room, and all of the men stay put. The killer watched as his demands were met and he walked closer with his eyes fixed on the men of the group. Slim was still waddling on the floor in pain from the round to his back and the seven remaining men were against the wall awaiting their fate.

The killer quickly filled his empty custom revolver with a speed re-loader and emptied both guns on the remaining men in the room killing them all except Slim who was still on his stomach crawling towards the doorway. Where are you going Slim? We still have to talk. Samson said adjusting his sights on Slim while he stepped on his wound causing Slim to let out a loud cry. Who are you and what do you want? Slim cried out, I’m your key to the doorways of hell, you’ve tortured and raped hundreds of innocent girls and caused pain to many families. The killer said holstering his revolvers, Now you must cease to exist on this Earth and burn in the hell that you raised. The body will go where the head shall lead, but the body shall fall if the head were to flee. Slim looked back at Samson with a puzzled look on his face, and with a strong thrust of his machete his blade made its home deep into Slims spine causing him to tense up and struggle to let out a scream. The killer pulled his weapon out of his back and with a swift swing, he removed Slim’s head from his body, blood sprayed all over in the direction he laid. The killer turned around to face the girls with the bloodied blade in his hand the girls quivered together in fear, Claim your freedom today or suffer their fate, which one will you choose? 

Chapter I:

Her Name is Saudia

Saudia was just getting out of her morning shower when she heard the door of her apartment open. She grabbed her robe and wrapped up in it, grabbing the small .22 that hide underneath the bathroom sink. She made it to the front of the apartment and stopped herself from shooting her longtime friend and guardian angel, Samson. What the hell boy, don’t you ever announce yourself when you come into a room? Saudia scolded Samson Not when I live there. Samson said laughing aloud as he raided the refrigerator for fresh fruits and coconut water. Since Samson was a little boy, he had been trained to stay away from unhealthy foods to keep his body in check. Samson stepped to Saudia with a bright smile on his face and gave her a kiss on the cheek, How are you love?

I’m fine just been having this funny feeling lately; I don’t know what it is, but I think it has something to do with my dreams. Samson moved to the chaise sofa that sat against the living room window overlooking the busy street and listened to Saudia’s problems. What was the dream about? Samson asked curiously, It was about you, like I saw you trapped in a dark room, with both of your eyes cut out and you were helpless. I kept calling out for you and you could hear me, but you were weak and kept pleading for strength. Then there was a fire that engulfed you and I heard you scream out your name, and that’s when I would wake up. Samson was engaged in her story and shocked at how graphic it was to hear, and he could only imagine what it looked like. Wow, that’s some deep shit, good thing that was only a dream. Samson said stuffing his face with fresh berries.

Saudia was Samson’s personal assistant and childhood friend. She is a beautiful young woman with creamy brown skin, and hazel eyes the shape of almonds, born in Queens New York, to a mother who once was a gorgeous supermodel from Egypt, named Nubia who shocked the world by becoming Miss Universe; her father was an infamous mafia boss named Santiago Cruz he was of Brazilian and Puerto Rican descent. Normally the Puerto Rican mob would not allow anyone who was not of pure Boriquin blood to be in their top ranks, but Santiago was of a different breed. He was known to the underground world as El Verdugo the executioner, the name that struck fear in the mob’s enemies. One of his famous works of art was when they captured a Cuban spy named Tito who infiltrated their lower ranks feeding information to the Cubans.

That was until Santiago got his hands on him, and an hour later all that was left of Tito was the skin around his face so that his family would be able to identify him. He was living in Old San Juan Puerto Rico at the same time Nubia was conducting her world tour. He spotted her at an art gala and could not help but to gawk at the tall dark-skinned model with long wavy black hair that kissed her lower back. The way it moved with the light breeze from the open doors sent him into a mesmerizing state, and to top it off the scent of her perfume which resembled the smell of fresh summer berries boiling in a pot of sugar and sweet red wine, he was hooked. After his approach and small conversation with the beauty he had a mission to make her his for the rest of his life.

The two of them fell in love, moved to New York, and started their lives that seemed as if it was going to last forever. They were in forbidden lust and the thrill was more of a high then any drug could give them. From there love produced Saudia and the forbidden lovers vowed to give her a life that neither of them ever had. On Saudia’s thirteenth birthday Santiago was wrapping up some business at the Queens harbor and changing his clothes for his daughter’s birthday when three of the five bodyguards he had with him turned on him along with the other two loyal members in his control. The three of them shot the two loyal bodyguards and turned their weapons towards Santiago. He was quick and got the drop on them before they could even squeeze the trigger. Seconds later a swarm of armed men swooped in on him, and the .357 he was carrying was empty before the remaining men rushed in on him. It took fifteen men to bring down the gigantic man and bring him to his knees. Once he was able to look up and regain a little bit of his sight, he noticed a shadowy figure with a grim reaper tattooed on his hand. This was his last sight before the man cut off his head, hands, and feet.

Nubia was home in the kitchen bringing out food for the party when she heard gun fire coming from the front yard. The freighting sounds of machine gun fire and children screaming struck fear into her causing her to react quickly running to get Saudia. She ran and opened a large safe in her bedroom that contained three large duffle bags that held two pistols, money, passports, a few cloths, and a pass card key. One of the armed bodyguards rushed into the house and directed Nubia, and Saudia to an underground tunnel that led to a private airport so they can get away as quickly as possible. While they escaped the men held off the wave of attackers making their way into their home. Nubia used the card key at a hidden door to get into a small hallway that led them to the subway station. The frantic mother and child got on the train, made it to the airport and boarded a small plane with directions to take them to London.

It would be months before Saudia and her mother would find out what happened to her father. While in London, Saudia befriended a lanky dark skin kid who was quiet and kept to himself most of the time. He had long twisted black hair with crystal blue eyes that were as lovely as his facial features; he had the hatred of the young boys and the attention of all the young ladies including Saudia. His name was Samson and the two of them would become friends after finding out that they stayed only one block from each other.

In their senior year Nubia, Saudia’s mother became terminally ill and she was orphaned until Samson’s uncle adopted her, and the two of them became even closer.  A few months after graduation Samson was walking home with Saudia after a grad party in Brixton when they were attacked by a group of young tuffs trying to rob the couple. This particular night Saudia learned that there was more to her brother then she knew. A once lanky kid was now standing 6’6 and built like a professional physique model, with his twisted hair now dreaded up like the mane of a lion. He went into full rage disfiguring six and killing one of the thirteen attackers, before being hit with something heavy to the back of his head. While regaining consciousness and attempting to stand to his feet, one of the thugs took a sludge hammer and smashed it into one of Samson’s knees breaking his leg. After a few seconds of laughter and mockery of the injured Samson, another blow was delivered to his other knee breaking both of his legs and disabling the bodyguard. Helpless and crying Saudia watched the whole ordeal take place with the gang turning their attentions to Saudia.

Samson watched in horror screaming and enraged while the group one by one took turns raping and violating Saudia in the ally way. She tried her best to fight them off but was subdued by a heavy blow to her face knocking her out cold. After they were done the leader smiled at Samson Ziggy gets what Ziggy wants Those were the last words Samson heard before Ziggy stabbed Samson in the back of his head killing him, or so he thought. Saudia awoke sore and feeling sick to her stomach from not just what happened to her, but the sight of her brother lying in a pool of his own blood. When help finally came they pronounced him to be dead and placed him in a body bag. On the way to the hospital Saudia sat in the back of the ambulance crying and mourning the death of her brother when the unthinkable happened. Samson had muscled enough strength to cough, bringing the ambulance to a complete halt and the paramedics rushing to open the black cadaver bag. Saudia and Samson were both brought to the hospital for emergency surgery and care. Four months later Samson lay in a coma and Saudia had aborted the evil seed that was growing inside of her from the attack. Miraculously enough Samson awoke in what seemed to be a full recovery all of his strength and even stronger. Something happened to him during his sleep and he was a changed man, a man on a mission. Saudia stood by his side everyday while he was in a coma and even more once he was out, she made a vow to herself to never leave Samson’s side because he gave his life in her honor and she felt like she owed him the same.

Chapter II:

Samson and The Red Dragons

Samson sat looking out the open window; the cool London air gave him such relief and a feeling of relaxation. His mind wondered off to a time when he was a young boy living in the Red Dragon compound in Kasama Zambia. This place high in the mountains was Samson’s home since he was three years of age, learning survival skills that he would take with him the rest of his life. Skills such as swimming long distance and holding his breath for as long as five minutes; how to build living structures from nothing, arts of poisons, gun fighting, and martial arts of multiple different cultures. This particular compound under the Red Dragon’s command was for their elite fighters, and skilled technicians. The young boys and girls who came through here and survived were among the world’s greatest assassins. Samson quickly rose to the top of his class, winning the different events, gaining the attention of his leaders forcing them to put him through even tougher training. This also put him through the most pain both physically and mentally, breaking him and placing him in an even greater group of what the elders called the Silver Dragon’s.  There were kids of all different races, and backgrounds at the compound, who were given to the Red Dragon as property who were kept in great secrecy.

Samson would love to go to the top of the mountain away from everyone and meditate. It was on the mountain that Samson felt the comfort in the cool breeze from the cross wind that would engulf him. All the children at the compound were given specific instructions that they must follow for the rest of their lives, these strict rules if broken would drain them of their strength and power blessed on them from the healers. The instructions were given by the highest order "Do not cut your hair or shape it in any form of the rest of the world, for this is your source of power and strength.

Do not consume any unclean food or partake in alcohol, for these acts cloud your connection with the creator and all wisdom that he gives you." Samson learned that the blessing’s that he received from his healer Ock were true and held him above the rest. In the years of his training in the compound he would learn martial arts skills of ancient worlds that gave birth to the martial arts of modern times, such as Dambe the father of kickboxing. Lutte Traditionnelle, a form of wrestling and grappling, Engolo the foundation of Brazilian martial arts. Istunka, which gave him a start in sword fighting, Musangwe, bare knuckle fighting, and Tahtib, which taught him stick fighting, and archery. These skills were tested every week and some of the fights even led to death.

Samson loved to impress the leaders and the elders; failure to him was not an option. He was born to a beautiful Ethiopian woman named Asha; she had a light honey brown complexion with long black hair. But what made her stand out the most were her dark blue eyes that looked like the deepest parts of the ocean. She was kidnapped and sold into slavery when a vicious gang from Syria raided her tribe killing off all the men and stealing the women. She was held captive for four long and agonizing years, because of her features she was held as the gangs’ leader’s most prized possession The blue-eyed girl.  Unlike the other girls she remained untouched while the other girls were conditioned a term they used for raping the girls over and over to get them use to what will be the rest of their lives. Some of the girls that fought back and resisted were either killed or mutilated to be the example to the others.

They were kept in small dark cramped rooms or cages just big enough to stretch one leg at a time. The living conditions were horrible, the smell of sweat and death polluted the rooms; screams of forced sex was a normality which most would grow accustom to. Some of the girls attempted suicide and they were punished greatly for such attempts; others only had enough strength to pray for a swift death which never came. Asha was treated differently, her living conditions were the same, but she was kept isolated from the rest of the girls, and only touched by the group’s leader, it was not until she had her first mistral cycle that she was introduced to a man. The years in captivity were brutal and seem to have no end, until one raining day. It was raining badly, and water was building up in the girl’s cramped room, but this day felt different for Asha. She heard a loud commotion coming from outside the room, and a scream not as feminine as she grew accustom too. This was the screams of men, with the company of gunfire.

All the girls feared for their lives and they thought that what was outside was surely coming for them. It was an uncomfortable silence that lingered in the area; the loud pitter-patter of raindrops flooded their ears. Then the door was kicked open and the uncommon daylight blinded all the girls, a tall dark man with a half mask that resembled the mouth of a lion with long dreadlocks emerged, he wore a long black trench coat that blew in the wind, with a long katana that had a custom gold and silver hilt in the shape of a dragon’s head with blood that dripped from the tip. You all are free from bondage if you follow me. Stay then you shall remain a slave for the rest of your days. His velvety voice shook the girls from their shocked state.

Asha moved first helping some of the weaker girls and moving them towards the door, once outside they could see the destruction that was brought by the mysterious man. There was blood all over and body parts painted around the room, their captors were all dead. The man led the girls to a truck that was waiting outside of the camps gates, some of the girls were scared but the others encouraged them to move along. Their savior drove them about three hours away from the camp, to what they would consider their little piece of heaven. The camp was a thriving community of men, women, and children of all races tucked deep into the heart of Kenya. The back of the truck opened and the man who saved them was standing there with a few friendly faces waiting to accept the girls, You all are free to make this your new home or you can leave and find another one. The man explained waiting for the girls to make their choices.

They were hesitant at first, but one by one they walked out of the truck and made their way into the camp. They received medical attention and were given their choices of a room to call their own. It was not the life that they were stolen from, but it was a fresh start with a promising future. Asha was the last to exit the truck and stopped looking her savior in his deep gray eyes, What’s your name? Asha asked holding back her tears of joy. My name is Kane.

Thank you, Kane you saved our lives. Asha said trembling no longer able to hold back her tears. Kane embraced her and whispered in her ear Don’t thank me, thank God for he was the one who sent me. The months on in Kane and Asha became close, so close the two of them married and had a son named Samson. Asha was told by the medical providers that she would not be able to have children due to her injuries from being raped, so Samson was her blessing and her curse, she gave her life so that he may live. Kane was hurt but promised to make his son a warrior like him and teach him about the love his mother portrayed. The day Samson was adopted into the Red Dragons, Kane went into a deep depressive state over the death of Asha that he fell off the path and was no longer able to care for his son. He left him in the care of his right-hand man, Ock as he pursued a new life in Florida and a journey to find his soul.

Chapter III

Nipsy

Samson did you hear what I said? Saudia asked loudly waking Samson up from his daydream. No, I’m sorry, I was deep into my thoughts he replied, "I was asking you if