A/N: Thank you to everyone who has read this story and left reviews, sent PM's or favoured it. I really appreciate every comment. I hope you all enjoy this final chapter as much as the others.
Huge thanks as always to Purdy's pal and DaisyDay for reading drafts of this chapter and all the earlier ones.
14
It was almost dark by the time Michael and Fiona arrived back at Madeline's with an injured Sam in tow. Michael had just spent the last few hours explaining all the details to Agent Pearce while Fiona had been trying to convince Sam to stay in the guest garage for the night while Elsa was on an overnight flight back to Miami.
ad beenMichael pulled the charger to a stop outside his mother's house and turned to regard the two brooding people in the car. He was pretty sure Sam was sulking in the front seat as he sat in a stony silence trying to ignore the woman who was glaring at him from the back seat.
Glancing over his shoulder Michael sighed heavily when she met his gaze. He knew she was worried about their friend even more than she would openly admit. Little things always rang alarm bells for him where she was concerned; things like taking the back seat and insisting Sam sat in the front. She never liked to relinquish her place by his side, but this time she had climbed behind the front seats and into the back without any word of complaint. Taking a breath he swallowed hard as he regarded both of them like troublesome children before he dared to speak.
"So, are we going to go inside or sit here all night while you two glare at each other?"
"She started it," Sam huffed miserably.
"Me?" she asked, her voice rising in pitch as she shifted in her seat. "You're in pain and it's better for you if you're not alone, especially after everything you've been through."
"Better for who?" he snapped as he reached for the handle to push the car door open. His breath hitched in his throat when he snagged the edge of his bandaged wrist on the seat.
Michael lowered his head and closed his eyes. These two were infuriating when they butted heads, especially when they had a difference of opinion. Opening his eyes he turned to Fiona, intent on asking her to let the matter drop but she was already pushing at the front seat.
Fiona shot him a glare as she shoved the seat forward to climb out and follow Sam as they approached Madeline's house. She kept his pace and watched him intently before she tried to reason with him one more time.
"I'm telling you Sam, Elsa made me promise that I'd make sure you stayed put until she gets back," Fiona sighed with frustration as they walked through Madeline's door.
"I don't need—"
"SAM!" Turning around to face him Fiona growled out his name in frustration and pulled her cell phone out of her pocket. "I've had enough of this. I'm calling Elsa."
"You wouldn't," he challenged as Michael came slowly into the room carrying a bag of groceries and trying to avoid the crossfire. Instantly feeling braver Sam puffed out his chest and eyed her with defiance but when Michael shook his head and turned away he knew he was in trouble.
"Oh I think I would," Fiona warned. "AND I'll tell her you've been eating junk food!"
"ONCE!" he snapped. "I ate a burger, once…"
"One more than you're supposed to…you know she's worried about you…we're all damn worried about you," she snapped as she turned towards Michael, instantly feeling his presence. This whole experience was beginning to weigh heavily on her and she knew he could see it. Stepping towards him she offered him a tight smile and ran her fingertips over his arm. "I'm going to find your mom…."
Michael nodded silently, watching her retreating form before turning towards Sam when they were alone in the room.
"You know she's right Sam. Why are you arguing with her?" He sighed. "Just stay for the night."
"So now she's got you on her side too!" he groused. "I get that you live together an all…come on Mikey, back me up here."
"Sam," Michael shook his head and moved to the chair beside his friend and sat down. "Fi's only looking out for you. You've been tied to a bed and held by a psychopath. You've been spied on for months, had your life turned upside down—"
"I get it Mike," Sam's voice cut through Michael's when he sat down opposite his friend and propped an elbow onto the table. "It's been a rough ride—"
"For her too," Michael told him quickly as he tried to force the images of Fiona's unconscious form out of his mind. "She's been through hell too...we all have."
Sam's eyes met his friend's and for the first time since they had left Pam Taylot's house, he finally allowed his mind to focus. He may have been stalked and had his life threatened by the unbalanced woman, but so had Fiona. A warm flush flooded through him when he remembered how she had grabbed hold of his hand to steady him. How she had led him to safety as soon as the police arrived and how she had instinctively known that he'd needed to hear Elsa's voice when it was all over.
I'll do it Mike," Sam nodded all the fight gone from his eyes as he lowered his voice. "I'll do it for her."
Michael breathed a sigh of relief but it was short lived when Sam sat upright in his seat. He shot him a warning glare not to repeat what he'd just said as soon as he saw Fiona return to the room. Puffing out his chest he feigned annoyance and put on his best glare before he spoke again. "But I'm only doing it cuz Fi threatened to squeal to Elsa!"
"Oh quit whining Sam," Fiona told him with a tired smile. "I told Elsa you'd behave, and that's exactly what you're going to do."
"Oh yeah! How exactly are you gonna do that?" He whined, keeping up his pretence "You won't be here!"
"Oh, I have my ways of keeping you in line!"
"You and whose army sister? I ain't scared of you!" Sam told her huffily even though deep down he would always be a tiny bit afraid of what she could do.
"Really?" she fixed him with a mischievous grin and dared him to challenge her when Madeline came into the room to stand by her side. "This is a full scale intervention Sam, you either shut up and do exactly what Madeline and I tell you or—"
"Or?"
"I'll tell Elsa you're refusing to take your medication," Fiona beamed triumphantly.
"You wouldn't!"
"Try me," she grinned evilly as she folded her arms over her chest. When she saw him slump down heavily into his chair she knew she had won.
"Alright, but one night and then I'm outta here!" Sam groused sulkily and trying to ignore the jubilant grin on Fiona's face.
"Good," she came towards him and patted his shoulder affectionately. "It's for the best…you'll thank me tomorrow."
"Yeah, yeah," he muttered. "Sure I will."
Fiona smiled down at him and squeezed his shoulder. Lifting his eyes to hers he couldn't help but match her grin before shaking his head in dismay. How did she always manage to do this to him?
"Okay, while I have you all here," Madeline spoke as she pulled another cigarette out of her pouch. "Now that this is finally over I want you all here tomorrow to celebrate."
"Uh, Maddie…that's nice an all but what about Elsa?" Sam started. "She'll want to—"
"She's invited too," Madeline told him while she pulled a lighter out of her pocket. "She's your girlfriend so that makes her family."
"Uh…" Sam's mouth opened and closed as he fought for the right words to say that could convey how much just those few words meant to him. "Thanks Maddie."
"Michael tell Jesse to come too. I haven't seen him for a while," she told him as she lit her cigarette and took a long drag.
"Okay mom," Michael met Fiona's eyes and nodded quickly before he turned towards him mother again. "Uh mom, how would you feel if Jesse brought a… friend?"
Madeline held her lit cigarette between her fingers and watched him suspiciously before she spoke again, "A friend?"
"Yeah, you know a sort of…woman…fri—"
"Oh for goodness sake," Fiona sighed, smacking him on the arm when he was taking so long. "Madeline, Jesse is spending a lot of time with agent Pearce. She was attacked by our stalker too so he may want to bring her."
"Jesse? Our Jesse?" Madeline asked as she shook her head dubiously. "Okay, I guess… but don't expect me to talk to her!"
"No one is asking you to, Madeline. Just be yourself," Fiona told her with a wide smile. Looking down at her watch she suddenly realised how late it actually was. Reaching out she touched Michael's arm gently, sliding her fingers over his skim.
Bringing his eyes ti hers he could see how tired she was and all he really wanted to do was take her home so they could both get some sleep. He knew she'd been restless, this stalker weighing heavy on her mind, but now Pam Taylot was behind bars maybe they could all rest a little easier.
"Yeah, we should go," Michael agreed as he got up from the chair to stand beside his girlfriend. "It's been a long day."
"Okay, but don't forget," Madeline stubbed her cigarette out into her ashtray and pulled Fiona into a tight hug before doing the same to Michael. "Four o'clock tomorrow."
"We'll be here mom," Michael told her with a smile as he slid his arm around Fiona's shoulders. His eyes drifted towards his friend who was trying to hide a yawn behind his hand. Squeezing Fiona's arm he guided her towards the door before she stopped him and looked back towards Sam.
"Get some rest Sam," she called out and smiled when he waved a hand in her direction. Looking towards Madeline she held out her hand and squeezed the older woman's fingers. "See you tomorrow."
"Night sweetheart," Madeline told her affectionately before they disappeared out of the door. As soon as she heard the charger start up and drive away she moved towards the refrigerator and pulled out a box of jelly doughnuts before walking towards Sam to to thrust them in his direction.
She smiled at the look of shock on Sam's face which quickly melted away as he took the box from her with barely contained delight.
"It'll be our little secret," she told him with a bright smiled as she squeezed his shoulder. "I'm going to bed. Lock up when you're done, okay."
"Maddie thank you," his voice wavered when she turned around to return his smile. "You're a lifesaver."
"Just don't tell Fi," she told him as she patted his arm and made her way towards her room.
000
The kettle in kitchen began to shrill loudly, its insistent whistling causing Michael to pad barefoot across the wooden floor, fresh from the shower. Leaning over the stove he lifted the kettle to pour the boiling water into Fiona's cup, the aroma of her tea filling his senses.
"FI," he called loudly, pulling the towel tighter around his waist as he turned back to replace the kettle onto the stove burners.
They had practically fallen in to bed as soon as they got home last night, both of them completely exhausted. They'd slept until late into the afternoon and by the time he had managed to pull himself out of bed, Fiona had already finished in the shower.
The bathroom door opened and Fiona came out into the loft clad in a short white bath robe and running a brush through her wet hair. Her eyes lingered over his bare back and the water droplets glistening over his skin. Moving closer towards him she stopped just behind him to place a soft kiss in between his shoulder blades and felt him shiver beneath her lips.
Turning around Michael greeted her with a smouldering smile as his gaze lingered over her mouth. "Hey."
"Hey yourself," she grinned as she stepped closer towards him, invading his personal space. Reaching out, she wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him closer. "Mmm," she mumbled, planting kisses onto his chest before she nestled her head beneath his chin. "Do we really have to go to your mom's?"
"Afraid so," he laughed, the slow rumble building up inside his chest, bringing an onslaught of love along with it. Leaning down he pressed his lips into her hair and coaxed her face upwards so he could place a brief kiss onto her lips. "We still have two hours," he smiled, "What do you want to do?"
Fiona's head snapped up and she met his eyes with a mischievous smile. "Well we're free of our stalker, we both slept better than we have in a long time...I know what I'd like to do to pass the time…"
His lips turned up into a knowing smile as he reached down to pull her arms from around his waist so he could lift her hands to his lips.
Fiona's eyes closed in surrender when his lips touched her fingers. His warm breath spread across her skin, igniting something inside her.
"Michael," she gasped when he moved closer to trail kisses over her face. Tilting her head to give him better access to her skin she let out the soft sighs that ached to escape from her lips. Her hands began exploring, travelling up his bare forearms until they reached his shoulders. Her fingers massaged his skin as she tried to pull him closer at the same time. Fiona was lost in him, his powerful essence surrounding her while his lips trailed over her cheek and down her throat, forcing every other thought from her mind.
Pulling back suddenly he gazed down at her in complete awe. Her face was flushed and her eyes were closed but he thought he had never seen her look so beautiful. Leaving her side briefly, he turned and gave her a gentle tug, watching as her eyes slowly opened. Fiona regarded him quietly when he led her towards their bed, her eyes skimming over his body.
His calves touched the edge of bed when she gave him a gentle push, forcing him to sit down into the edge of the mattress. She knew he could see the desire in her eyes as she wordlessly closed the small distance between them to crush their mouths together.
Michael's hand snaked around the back of her head to thread his fingers through her hair, pulling her towards him. Fiona responded in kind as she slowly edged closer. One of her hands lingered over his chest, stroking his bare skin with her fingertips while her other hand nestled around the back of his head, pulling him as close to her as possible. Passion took over as their bodies craved each other's touch. Hands moved blindly over one another, bringing a thousand different emotions to burst through their senses, igniting the smouldering embers that bound them together.
Moving closer to straddle his thighs, Fiona's lips left his to trace kisses over his face and chin while her fingers started to work the towel around his waist free. He gasped when her fingertips ran over his abdomen and he lifted slightly to help her free him of the towel. Catching his lips again, her need for him increased and she slid her hands further down his body.
"Fi," he whispered between kisses, his hands trying to push her robe aside. She gazed down at him intently, enjoying the fire that burst into his eyes when she slid her hands over his to help him push the material away from her skin to leave her naked before him.
"Shh," she whispered, closing the short distance between their lips to kiss him. Michael lost himself in her touch, succumbing to her movements as she caught him in her hand. Each touch provoked another, each kiss adding a burst of flame to the now burning fire that raged throughout them.
Fiona closed her eyes with the sensations that he always caused inside her and began her slow movements as she enticed moans of surrender from the man beneath her body. Making love with this man always caused her to fall in love with him more and more.
"Fiona," he groaned throatily, shifting their bodies so that she now lay beneath him. Opening his eyes, he gazed down into hers adoringly as he bathed her face in soft kisses. He matched tenderness with strength as he poured out every ounce of love he felt into her. Their bodies became rhythmic as they moved together, spurring each other towards completion. Fiona clung to him desperately as she felt herself tumble over the edge of their own private heaven only to pull him along with her seconds later.
He collapsed on top of her, his breathing heavy and unsteady. Lifting himself up slightly he ran his fingers gently over her face causing her eyes to open as she blinked heavily before a slow smile crept over her face.
Placing a soft kiss onto her lips he rolled over to his side, taking her with him so she was cocooned against his body. She sighed contentedly into his chest, placing a soft kiss onto his skin before she relaxed against him.
"Mmm," she sighed contentedly. "Maybe we could pretend we forgot."
Michael chuckled softly as he combed his fingers through her hair and leaned down to kiss the top of her head. "My mother would be over here in seconds just to remind us!"
Fiona's lips turned upwards into a smile as she turned her head to plant a soft kiss onto his chest before hugging his body tighter. Closing her eyes she let the luxurious warmth of him wash over her as she felt herself being pulled down into the chasm of sleep.
000
They got to Madeline's house a little after four and were both surprised to find they were the last to arrive. Fiona cast Michael a sheepish smile and looked away quickly when a warm blush spread over her cheeks.
"What shall I tell her?" he asked in a whisper when he saw how she squirmed under his gaze. Leaning closer towards her he pressed his lips against her ear and lowered his voice into a whisper, "I could tell her the real reason…"
Fiona turned to him sharply and lifted her fingers to cover his lips, "Don't you dare!"
Michael's eyes sparkled as he kissed her fingers before wrapping his hand around hers to clasp them together. He couldn't contain the feeling of elation that soared through him. Since they had moved in together his feelings for her had intensified and it was becoming more and more difficult to concentrate when she was around. Before he could respond his mother's voice echoed throughout the room and he felt Fiona tense beside him.
Madeline hurtled towards them and threw her arms around Fiona, pulling her into a tight hug before releasing her to clasp her hand, tugging her closer.
"I'm so glad you're both here," she told them as she leaned in closer and spoke under her breath. When a high pitched squeal stopped them in their tracks, Madeline straightened up and feigned a wide smile. "Michael, your brother's here with his wife…isn't that nice?"
Michael exchanged worried glances with Fiona before his mother pulled her away from him and dragged her forcefully towards his obnoxious sister in law. He reluctantly started to follow until someone called his name, stopping him in his tracks.
"Mikey," Jesse's voice rang out from the kitchen and he turned to see Jesse pulling a six pack out of the fridge. "Sam's out back with Elsa and Kim."
"Kim?" Michael asked dubiously as he eyed his friend in disbelief. "I didn't think this would be her thing."
"What can I say, I'm persuasive," he grinned and lowered his voice into a conspiring whisper. "I see your mom has kidnapped Fi…can't say I blame her, your brother's wife is a little—"
"Yes," Michael nodded and plastered his face with a fake smile when the small blonde woman charged towards him.
"There you are bro," she beamed as she wrapped her hand around his arm and began to pull him away from Jesse. "Nate said you'd be hiding out here."
Jesse waved and turned away before Michael could see the grin forming on his face. Picking up the beer he shook his head in amusement as he moved towards the back door, unable to hide the laughter when Michael shot him a glare.
Fiona looked up in relief when he came towards her and instantly felt herself relax. She was trying everything she could to avoid holding the squirming baby that Nate had tried to thrust at her. Luckily for her Madeline had stepped in and taken Charlie from her son, rocking him back and forth while he drifted in and out of sleep.
Fiona looked down at the infant with a mixture of awe and apprehension. It wasn't that she didn't want to hold him; she just didn't want Madeline to get ideas in her head about her and Michael having children. She knew that life wasn't open to her, not in their line of work; she just didn't need to be reminded.
When Michael moved to stand beside her she naturally gravitated towards him, letting his body heat soothe her.
"Nate, it's good to have you home," Michael nodded towards his brother, slipping an arm around the woman beside him as he spoke and squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. "Mom didn't mention you were coming."
"I know, they just arrived this morning out of the blue," Madeline beamed, faking a smile in Ruth's direction before she turned to offer the baby to Fiona.
Without giving the younger woman time to refuse, Madeline handed the sleeping Charlie to Fiona and smiled triumphantly when she reluctantly took him. Despite all of her reservations Fiona was a natural. Madeline's heart melted when her son's girlfriend looked down at the child in her arms with a look of total adoration. She knew that Fiona would never openly admit she loved children, but with Michael stood beside her, his arm around her shoulder as they both looked down at the baby nestled in Fiona's arms, something broke inside her.
Standing up Madeline patted Fiona's shoulder as she tried to hide the waver in her voice. "I'm going outside for a cigarette."
Fiona tore her eyes away from the baby to offer the older woman a small nod as she walked away before her eyes drifted down to the sleeping child again. A sudden ache welled inside her bringing her to her senses. Standing up straighter she took a deep breath and handed the baby over to his mother before she turned away and left the room.
Michael's eyes followed her worriedly and he turned to follow her but Nate's voice halted his movements.
"It's a shame that you and Fiona aren't having kids," he sighed sadly patting him on the shoulder as he took the baby into his arms while his wife placed the diaper bag over his shoulder. "Too bad Charlie won't be having that cousin."
"What?" Michael turned around to ask him what he was talking about but they were already walking away. Taking a mental note, Michael shook his head and went towards the back door to find Fiona.
Sam's voice boomed with laughter when he finally stepped out into the yard. He was standing up with Elsa at his side and looking more relaxed that Michael had seen him in a very long time. So far no one had noticed his entrance and he took the opportunity to scan the small group to see Fiona standing beside Elsa.
With a heavy sigh he stepped down the steps and made his way towards Sam, patting him on the shoulder before moving towards Fiona to slip his arms around her from behind. He'd never been openly affectionate before but something inside told him that she needed this from him. If the last few weeks had taught him anything it was life was short and time together was precious, and right at this moment he didn't care who saw him.
Sam had been right when Fiona was lying lifeless after the drugs had been eradicated from her system. Outside of this circle of his friends and family it was safer for them not display their feelings, but here…he wanted everyone to know that this beautiful woman was everything to him.
To his relief Fiona leaned into him and slipped her hands over his on her stomach. Inclining her head she looked up at him and smiled as he dipped his head to place a soft kiss onto her temple. When he looked up again he caught Jesse's eye and nodded when the other man tipped his bottle in greeting.
"Agent Pearce," Michael lowered his voice when the dark haired woman approached them, but he didn't relinquish his hold. To his surprise she offered him a smile but spoke to the woman he held against him.
"Thank you for giving me your friend's number. He really helped me," she smiled warmly. "I know it's silly."
"No it's not," Fiona told her softly. "Did he manage to salvage your photos?"
"Yes," she beamed. "I mean he couldn't save all of them but the one's I do have are perfect."
"Glad to hear it," Fiona smiled. "He's one of the good guys…even if his methods are a little unethical!"
Agent Pearce broke out into a wide smile as she chuckled softly. "You got that right…but I agree, he's a criminal with a heart." Reaching out a hand to pat Fiona's arm she turned away and walked back towards Jesse who looked down at her with a beaming smile.
"Did you see that?" Fiona asked Michael as a slow smile bloomed on her face. "I think Jesse has found himself a friend!"
Michael chuckled and buried his face in her hair before releasing his hold on her to slip an arm around her shoulders. She leaned into him and cast a warm smile towards Elsa who slipped away from Sam so she could step closer to them.
"Sam told me you looked after him when he was hurt," she smiled as she reached out to hold onto Fiona's hand briefly before releasing her. "Thank you."
"He's family," Fiona told her with a shrug. "He'd do it for me."
"Yes he would," Elsa beamed as she looked towards her man adoringly. "He's wonderful…"
"Okay," Fiona nodded dubiously, tightening her hold on the man beside her. When Elsa returned to Sam's side and draped herself over him she nudged Michael, "What is up with everyone today…are you sure your mom hasn't snuck some of her happy pills into the beer?"
Michael's face lit up with a smile as he looked down at her. The laughter in his eyes set her off and she started to giggle softly before she turned into his chest to hide it.
"Everyone's happy," Madeline's voice caused them both to jump when she came to stand beside the two of them with a triumphant smile. "That woman has gone. I have everyone I care about here in my house…what else could I want?"
Nate came out into the yard carrying little Charlie on his shoulder but minus his wife. Coming close to his mother he passed the baby into her waiting arms before he cast a curious smile towards his brother who had his arms wrapped around his girlfriend. Catching his mother's eyes, he was about to ask her when Michael had become so openly affectionate when Sam's voice echoed throughout the yard.
"I just want to say…" he started, his eyes lowering to the non alcoholic beer in his hand. "Jesse pop that champagne cork would ya…I wanna propose a toast."
Jesse grinned and lifted the bottle of champagne out of the ice bucket and popped the cork with a loud pop. The frothy liquid cascaded over the side of the bottle as he hurriedly poured it into several glasses before handing them out one by one. Fiona and Michael exchanged curious glances as they looked towards Sam who was being unusually quiet.
Clearing his throat he held up his beer bottle and thought of what he wanted to say before he could only think of one thing. "To family…"
Glasses clinked and the word 'family' was chorused throughout the air before everyone fell into comfortable chatter again. Leaving Elsa to talk with Jesse and Agent Pearce, Sam moved towards Michael and Fiona who were still nestled together drawing comfort from each other.
"Guys…I'm not big on the…you know…but I just wanted to say…" swallowing hard he lifted his gaze towards Fiona as he struggled to find the right words.
Fiona shifted against Michael and handed him her glass before she stepped towards Sam to pull him into an awkward hug. Patting his shoulder she moved away just as quickly before she smiled sweetly and patted his face affectionately. "You're welcome."
Sam looked from Fiona to Michael and coughed in embarrassment. "Uh...well…glad that's…I'll uh…"
They watched him move away from them to slip back next to Elsa as he shot them both a wide grin before he re-joined- the conversation. Fiona turned towards Michael, the smile widening on her lips when she saw him watching her with complete adoration. Stepping forward she reached up on tiptoe to press a soft kiss onto his lips before she took her glass out of his hand.
Madeline came towards the pair of them and smiled when they slipped their arms around each other again.
"Nate's taken the baby inside. Apparently Ruth has a headache!" She grumbled. "I'm going to refill the snacks and steal my grandbaby back."
Michael shook his head with amusement when she sauntered off and back inside the house. His eyes followed her until she had disappeared before he lowered his head to kiss Fiona's temple.
"Do you want kids?" he asked softly, his question causing her to choke on her champagne. He rubbed her back until she had control again before he chanced a glance down at her. "I saw you with the baby—"
"Do you?" she asked him, her voice breaking through his as she spoke.
"I didn't think I did…but, now…I don't know. Maybe…"
"It's nice to think it's possible," she nodded. "When all of this is over and you have your life back…maybe after…"
His lips met hers; silencing whatever else she was going to say. Pulling back from her he laid his forehead against hers and smiled before taking her hand to pull her towards the four people already in deep conversation.
Fiona willingly followed, unable to stop her heart from skipping a beat. For a man who wasn't big on commitment Michael had pretty much told her that what they had was forever. The conversation merged around her and she finally allowed herself to relax…life was going to be good from here on…
000
The woman in the small cell limped around the room, ignoring the pain that ravaged her thigh. These people here were treating her like a criminal, not the wronged woman that she was. Her darling Sam had lied to her all this time and she had believed him when he'd spouted all of his spiel about love.
He would pay for his betrayal and so would his whore. She'd seen her lunging towards him when the police had arrived, pushing him out of the way. The whore Fiona would die slowly and she would make Sam watch her torture. Maybe then he would think twice before he played around.
Shifting positions the smile dropped from her face when she tried to move her arms. The straight jacket they had fitted her with was entirely unnecessary and soon everyone would see that this had been just one huge misunderstanding. Sam was her man…hers…and if it took the rest of her life she would wait until she could prove it to him once and for all.
A slow smile spread over her face as she backed up against the wall to slide down until she was sitting upright on the floor.
She would have her revenge one day…and as long as she lived and breathed she made a silent vow to whoever was listening…Sam Axe hadn't seen the last of her…Pam Taylot was here to stay…
The End
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