"Lets play a game!"
Noah stood up and walked over to the soiled little bed in the corner. He reached for something that was in his bag and pulled out and pulled out a hunting knife. Mercedes as hard as she tried to fight it, started whimpering and shaking. She had heard about things like this in the news, how young women turn up missing only to have their various body parts be found later scattered throughout the city. Noah walked up to her holding the knife and bent down at her feet. He slowly pushed up the sheer material of her skirt away from her feet and put the knife against the rope.
"Don't move"
He started cutting the rope from her ankles. When he finished he used his thumb to rub at the indentation on her skin. There was really no need to tie these so tight, he would have to talk to his men about not being so rough with her. He stood up and walked forward so that he his bent legs were on either side of hers. Looking into her frightened eyes, he wanted to show her some compassion but he didn't work so hard to just show her compassion. He looked over her shoulders and down to the rope tied around her wrists and began cutting it off. When he was finished he put the knife back in his bag and snatched a manilla folder. Dragging a chair and sitting in front of her he asked,
"Are you ready for our game?"
Mercedes looked down, away from his dark eyes, "If you're going to kill me just do it already."
"Dollface I didn't think you were going to be this weak, I mean, looking at your family I thought you would be, I don't know, stronger?"
"You kidnapped me, tied me to a chair, that woman hit me, and I have no idea where I am, when these things happen to you lets see how strong you are. And stop calling me Dollface, I have a name."
"Your attitude's coming out, I like it, and I like nicknames, you can call me Puck by the way."
Mercedes blew out a frustrated breath and looked at the folder.
"Lets get started shall we!"
Puck opened the folder and held up a picture of a black man. "Do you know who this is?"
Mercedes shook her head. He held up another picture, "And this one?"
She shook her head again, was she supposed to know who any of these people were? After the eighth photo Puck placed the folder in her hands. He walked away to the bed and retrieved two more folders. Mercedes looked through the photos again, all of them were men from different races, some looked older than others. "Am I supposed to know who these men are?"
"I would hope so, since they're the people your father killed."
Puck said it so nonchalantly Mercedes thought he was joking, so she asked again, "So, again, who are these men?"
"And, again, these men were killed by your father. Not all at once though, his victims have ranged from over the years. Most were killed before you were born and a few after."
Mercedes had a bad habit of laughing in very uncomfortable situations, so she started to chuckle at the far-fetched idea that her dad, one of the most gentle men she knew, killed eight people. "You really expect me to believe that? I have never even seen my father lose his temper."
Puck ignored her and showed a new picture, not waiting for her response he showed her nine more photos of different men. "These are the men Dwight has killed."
Mercedes shook her head, she didn't want to listen to this slander against her family. Puck slid the folder to her and held up his last one. "And this, contains the men your boyfriend has killed."
With that he had Mercedes full attention. Puck held up three photos, all of them unrecognizable to her. When he pulled out the fourth photo he didn't show her immediately. He looked at the photo with a unidentifiable expression on his face. Mercedes thought she saw mixtures between rage and pain.
"This" He held up the photo for her to see, "Is my father, Thomas Puckerman, your boyfriend's latest victim."
Mercedes stayed silent, of course she wanted to scream at him that her father, Dwight, and Sam could never commit murder, but the way Puck looked right now was terrifying her. She guessed that he had nothing to lose, and her death wouldn't mean anything to him.
"What? Nothing to say? Did you fucking lose your voice, cat got your fucking tongue!?"
His yelling caused Mercedes to shrink in her chair, that knife was only feet away, and he could get up and get it any minute if she said the wrong thing.
"How do you know all of this is true?" She whispered.
Puck stepped up to her and threw the photo in her lap. "Well, as for your father and Dwight's victims, anyone who lives in the real, non-sheltered, world would know. Your father and Dwight have been apart of the mafia for years. These men either tried to double cross them, or owed them a shitload of money."
Puck bent down to get eye level with her, "How do I know that your boyfriend killed my father? Well, my father told us about the trouble he had gotten into with Dwight. You see, your daddy and Dwight are two of the most known and brutal mobsters in New York, no on the east side generally. Sam is Dwight's Junior Boss, which means anything Dwight can't get done, Sam does it for him. My dad had a drinking problem, a bad one. He borrowed and stole money from anywhere he could. He stole money from one of Dwight's associates and next thing I know, Sam and his crew are banging on our door step. Sam gave him a warning to pay back all of the money he owed, and my dad couldn't."
Puck's eyes started to redden and Mercedes was quiet, waiting for him to finish.
"The next week he never came home. Word on the streets was that Sam made an example out of him."
Mercedes didn't realize she was crying until she felt the warm tears on her lip. All of this didn't make sense but at the same time it did. The late nights, short answers about how work went, being over protective, the bodyguards. How could she had been so obtuse about all of this? Did her mom know about this, did Mary? Mercedes stood up abruptly, she couldn't think straight. Had they all been lying to her all this time? For her entire life?
Puck could see that she was in deep thought, he decided to help her further her thoughts, and walked to her "Do they come home late? Try to bullshit you with ridiculous answers?"
She whispered a barely audible "yes"
As she looked to the ground Puck studied her face, it was clear that in any moment she could have a breakdown, the strong urge to comfort her was back, he leaned in, about to wrap his arm around her when the door opened.
"Does she know now?"
Mercedes snapped out of her daze to see that the woman was back. She started backing away. Puck turned around, making sure his body was in front of Mercedes' trembling one. "Yeah, lets talk outside."
Puck grabbed his bag, and turned back to Mercedes, "We'll be leaving soon, so rest up."
He closed and locked the door leaving Mercedes to dwell in her thoughts.
"So I'm guessing she didn't know that everyone she loves are homicidal fucks?"
Puck looked at his mother and sighed, "No she didn't, they've sheltered her so fucking much, all of them."
Sheila Puckerman looked at her son, she knew he was a sensitive one, even if he didn't admit it. He was starting to have feelings for this girl. And Sheila didn't like it.
Sam sat in his dad's office going over anything that might lead them to his love. After he had calmed down, Gerrard called Renee and Mary and let them know what had happened. Gerrard told Sam that he had to pull himself together before they got home. Of course Renee was a hysterical mess. Mary, who also had tears in her eyes tried her best to comfort her, but it was obvious Renee needed her husband. Gerrard's and Dwight's men were working all over the place trying to get leads, and Sam decided to stay in his dad's office to rest up. He couldn't stay in the Jones home, she was all over the place and Sam needed to focus. Sam got up to stretch his legs when he saw an older photo of him and Mercedes at their high school graduation.
That was the night they lost their virginities to each other. Sam smiled sadly at the memory. They were both so nervous and didn't know what the fuck they were doing, but it was still perfect. Sam leaned his back against the wall and slid to the ground. He thought about the last time they made love to each other.
2 days ago
Gerrard and Sam were working late in Gerrard's office. It was going on two in the morning, and Sam wanted nothing more than to go home to his girlfriend and get a good night's sleep. If he never had to talk territory business it would be too soon. Gerrard looked over at the obviously worn out young man and said, "I can take care of the rest of this, go home."
"I can stay longer, I'm not tired" the yawn struggling to break free showed itself and Gerrard laughed
"Go"
Sam smiled and left. After disarming the Jones gate he unlocked the door and climbed the spiral staircase to Mercedes' bedroom. Opening the door slowly, Sam put his keys on her dresser, and retrieved his spare boxers he stored in her room. He showered and climbed into her bed.
"Why don't you ever stay at your own house?"
Sam chuckled against her neck and turned her over on her back. Getting on top of her, he spread her legs and placed himself in between, all tiredness vanished the moment he was between her soft legs.
"I could go to my house, but I'm pretty sure there isn't a gorgeous woman waiting for me."
Sam slowly pushed her nightgown up and slipped it off, she wasn't wearing panties. Sam groaned against her collarbone as she pushed down his boxers.
"There better not be" she said before Sam's lips consumed hers eagerly. She moaned into his mouth as one of Sam's hands fondled and teased her breasts. His other hand took hers and placed it on his dick. Mercedes took it from there and twisted her hand around his dick causing him to bite her bottom lip. She guided his dick into her hot opening and he pushed in steadily. Sam braced his right hand on the bed next to her head and his left hand gripped the headboard. Mercedes wrapped her legs around his waist and and wrapped her arm around his right arm, bracing her left hand against his athletic chest. As Sam thrusted into her firmly, driving her into the mattress, he looked down to see her face turned to the side into her pillow to muffle her moans. He took his hand off the headboard and took ahold of both of her hands to put them above her head. Hooking an arm under her back and using his other to clutch her face, he looked into her exultant filled eyes and kissed her intensely. Mercedes placed her hands against his chest and pushed him until he was on his back. Spreading her thighs wider, she briskly rode him into euphoria. Feeling her grasp tense, Sam pulled her down flesh against his chest and wrapped his arms around her tightly. Driving into her with more force and whispering "I love fucking you" repeatedly into her ear, Mercedes came full tilt, screaming against his chest. Sam already tauten balls released his semen into her making her moan against his chest and causing him to grip her even more tightly and cry out against her sweaty neck.
After a few minutes Mercedes rolled off only to be brought back to his side by Sam's strong arm. Sam waited until his breathing evened out before asking her, "Do you still want me to start going to my house?"
She giggled lazily and replied, "Only if I can be the gorgeous woman waiting in your bed."
"Wouldn't want it any other way...did I mention that I fucking love you?"
"Yep, and you better because you're stuck with me"
Sam laughed and kissed her forehead. She sighed and said, "I love you"
"I love you too"
They only made love a couple of days ago, but now that she was gone, it seemed like an eternity ago. Sam sprung up and marched back to the desk. When he found the person responsible, and he would, the bastard was going to wish that he was in hell.
A/N: So that was my first smut scene! I hope I didn't disappoint, what do you guys think of Puck? Will there be some Puckcedes in the future?
