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Chapter 13
Sam and Mercedes arrived at the Evans compound just before 11 and they still weren't speaking. Sam had insisted on driving them both in his Mercedes but the ride had been silent, the anger between them was palpable.
Sam left the car first, making his way over to his men, Mercedes recognised Mike among them, and assumed that the other man Sam was hugging was Noah Puckerman.
"Sup Evans, you ready to face the old man?", Mike punches Sam on the arm as he spoke.
"Sure, the plan's solid. Though, knowing the old man will probably find something wrong with it."
The boys laugh in agreement but Puck is silent. Sam follows his line of sight to find it focused on Mercedes as she steps out of his car.
"Is that her?"
Everyone's gaze turns to her then and one of his men let out a whistle before Sam silenced him with a glare. He couldn't exactly blame him, Mercedes wore a tight high waisted hip hugging black jeans, a yellow cropped shirt that complimented her milk chocolate skin and a black leather jacket, simple but impeccably tailored. Her hair was in a slick back low curly ponytail which just made her stunning face more visible. She was a knockout, as usual, but Sam could see her face was once again in that unreadable mask that she's had in the last meeting.
"Yep. That's her."
"Don't see what you're complaining about Evans. I wouldn't mind only fucking her for the rest of my life."
Sam was about to warn Puck to watch his mouth when Mercedes came closer.
"Hello boys, you ready to take out the pendejo?"
"I am if you're coming-" Puck is elbowed by another man, Ryder, before he could finish.
"You okay to handle yourself out there?", Mike says as he looks Mercedes, taking in her small build, despite his knowledge of her experience. Mercedes laughs at that.
"Ask Sammy here, I've already had him face down twice on the mat but I'd be happy to demonstrate it on you."
All the men looked impressed at Mercedes and couldn't help but smirk at Sam whose cheeks flushed with embarrassment. To save himself further embarrassment, Sam clears his throat to take control of the conversation.
"She can handle herself. It's you useless motherfuckers I've got to worry about."
The group jeers at that and Sam and Mercedes's eyes connect. Mercedes sends him a smirk. They both can feel the tension from earlier between them slowly dissipating but still brewing. The held eye contact for two minutes, the only reason they stopped the intense stare down was because the room around went completely silent. The men just watch their boss and his future wife in complete amusement at their stare down. The duo quickly break eye contact and Sam leads the group up into Evans's compound.
Mercedes lags behind and just watches the group follow Sam. She feels a presence to her left, she turns and there is Mike waiting with her.
"Ten cuidado ahí dentro. Dwight te invitó por una razón (Be careful in there. Dwight invited you for a reason.)"
Mercedes is startled by Mike's use of Spanish.
. "¿Crees que no lo sé? (You think I don't know that?)", Mercedes smirks at him but is met with a stoic face.
"Pero espera no eres Chino. Hablas español, muy bien, como si eres de Colombia." (But wait, aren't you Chinese. You speak Spanish, very well, like you're from Colombia".
"Sí, soy chino pero nací en Colombia, me entrené allí. Conoces el Cártel de Cali(Yes, I'm chinese but I was born in Colombia ,I trained there. You know the Cali Cartel)"
Mercedes only nods. She knew exactly what cartel he speaks of. Both Santana and her brother Marcello, were sent to infiltrate the cartel to get the name of the suppliers which eventually led to Cartel being oust and taken down by the DEA and Marcelll got arrested.
"Entonces, tú y Sam, ¿cómo está funcionando ? (So, you and Sam , how is that working out?)".
Mercedes huffs and switches back to English.
"We're getting on like the titanic sinking in to the atlantic. One of us is bound to drown the other if we have to keep afloat and will try to drown the other to fit on the last boat, sooner rather than later."
"Well, I suggest y'all start find a way to get y'all both on the last boat, if you don't want to get us all killed."
"Maybe you should be saying that to your amigo, Chino. You don't know shit about me or what I'm willing to do to stop Jesse."
"Perhaps not, but still. The key to surviving St. James and beating him is this alliance."
Mercedes just nods at Mike before walking into the Evans's compound. Surprisingly, they weren't having the meeting in the same meeting room when they first met, instead she heads down into the basement. The room was a tactile room, well furnished with an impressionable arsenal of weaponry that was triple the amount at the Evans's villa.
In the room, a large hi-tech roundtable, with huge screens against the main wall. Dwight Evans is sitting at the helm, with a few of his inner circle alongside him at opposite ends.
As soon as Mercedes walks into the room, Dwight's eyes were on her like a hawk. It dawns on Mercedes that the only reason Dwight wanted her here was because he needed to see how the arrangement was paying out for him. With that, Mercedes knew exactly what to do. If Dwight Evans wants to observe how she and Sam were doing they she will give him a damn show!
Mercedes smiles at Dwight as she catches his gaze before walking over to Sam who was standing by the screens talking to Puck and places her hand on his shoulder and whispers in his ear.
"Play along, your dad's watching. He's trying to test us, and I have never failed a test! so, let's give Pops a show that will make him very uncomfortable."
Before Sam could even process what she said, Mercedes kisses him deeply on the lips. The kiss lasts a bit longer than she'd planned but when they stopped, everyone who was watching them were looking anywhere else. Except for Dwight, whose eyes only narrowed at them before calling to start the meeting.
"Attenzione!, We all know why were are here. Salvatore, get on with it!." He motions over to Sam to start who steps forward at the helm. He quickly goes over the plan he told Mercedes earlier with the visuals projecting from the center of the table.
As pissed as Mercedes is at Sam's plan, she keeps a neutral face at the bullshit recitation of a plan but her body was tense as she sits next to Sam.
"Are you sure you do not need more men Sam? Your plan seems...open to deviation."
Sam grimaces, he knew it was coming but it still pissed him off. His father would want to send one of his inner circle to spy on him.
"No Pa, we will get it done with the eleven of us. Any more men will alert Jesse to our presence. There will be no deviation, no failure."
Dwight shifts his gaze back to Mercedes who stares blankly right at him.
"Alright. I approve the operation. In six days time we will take out St. James, and his alliance with -Smyth will fall apart. Then, with help from the Jones" Mercedes only nods firmly in aggrement as everyone turns to her, " We will hold strong and expand our enterprises."
With that Dwight dismisses the room and everyone begins to file out.
"Fanacht siar (stay back)Sam, and you too Mercedes."
They both stopped and turned around, neither doing a good job of hiding their annoyance. They were ready to get the fuck out of there. Dwight leads them to the oppoiste entrance of the basement up the stairs and into his cigar room. He goes and grabs a pre-roll cigar and sits in his chair lights up the cigar and motion for them to sit. Dwight exudes a casualness that indicated he was fully in control and he knew it.
"What do you need, Pa?"
"I just want to see how mia futura nuora (my future daughter-in-law) is doing and how mio figlio is treating her."
So it was, indeed, a test.
Mercedes gets comfortable in her chair to match Dwight's casualness and smiles sweetly at him.
"Condividerai queel sigaro, Suocero? (Are you going to share that cigar, father in law?)" Mercedes quirks her eyebrow at him in a teasing manner. "I'm doing just fine, it's nice of you to be so concerned though."
Dwight bristled, clearly not expecting Mercedes to one, speak fluent Italian so eloquently as if it was her mother tongue and two, catch onto him so quick.
"beh, non sapevo se ti sarebbe piaciuto un sigaro non cubano, ma (well, i didn't know if you would like a non-cuban cigar, but) I also know how mio figlio can be."
"And how's that,Pa?"
"Childish, impulsive, stubborn. It's a rather extensive list. I'm hoping you can curb some of his... bad habits."
"I'll be sure to put that on my to do-list."
Mercedes almost rolled her eyes at Dwight. Their fathers were definitely twins separated at birth except Monty had more decency to not insult her in front of company regardless even if they were at odds. Dwight, on the other hand, seemed to not give Sam that respect and almost made it a point to say something negative. Yes, Sam was a jackass but it was clear to Mercedes that it was mostly due to his jackass of a father and couldn't help but feel a little bad for Sam.
Dwight did not seem pleased with her lackluster response, and his eyes hardens.
"See that you do. Are you enjoying your living arrangements?"
"Papa", Sam 's voice has much more based with the underlining tone of a warning.
Mercedes glares over at Sam, he really didn't believe she could handle anything herself.
"Well, with us in such close quarters like you ensured, I'm sure we will find plenty of ways to enjoy ourselves." Mercedes is practically purring as she places a hand on Sam's right thigh but her disdain is not subtle.
Joseph regards her again, clearly re-evaluating his son's fiancé.
"I was only trying to make this transition easier for you both."
Yeah, right. He was trying to make it 'easier' for them to fuck and have his grandchild.
"Thank you, it's definitely heating things up!"
Mercedes says while moving the hand she placed on Sam's thigh in a rubbing motion.
Sam clears his throat before saying, "I think we're done here dad, there's a lot of preparation to do before we go to Miami ."
Dwight didn't look happy with Sam cutting the meeting short but Mercedes wasn't going let Dwight keep them there any longer.
"Si, we should get going. I'm meeting Papi soon".
A bold face lie, but she was ready to go and she needed to see her father anyway.
Dwight looks at her as if he could tell she was lying but wouldn't call her out on it. He gives a tight smile and dismisses them from the room, which they did, hurriedly. Once they get outside Sam turns to her.
"Thanks... you handled that well".
"Yeah. You can thank me by letting my cousin Santana and Jake join the op."
"What? No fucking way! I'm not him letting come."
"Why not? You seem fine with my cousin coming. There's no reason to not let him. Think of it as an olive branch."
"There is a reason, I just told my dad that too many men will cause problems. I'm not bringing in anyone else, especially him."
"Fuck off, Sam. I just saved your ass in there, the least you can do is let Santana and Jake come. It's a peace offering, We still have to get married in less than a month. Besides, we will need another girl in order to blend into the club scene plus a world class assassin is never a hindrance."
Sam just stares at her trying to see if there's any ulterior motives, perhaps she wanted a family vacation with her cousin and brings boyfriend number two along.
"Fine. Lopez and Artist can come but Artist will be assigned to me where I can see him." And away from you was the part he left unspoken.
"Fine."
"Fine... let's just go home."
"Actually, since I had to go through this one on one with your dad, it's time for you to officially meet mine,papito."
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A/N: Thank y'all for hanging in there for this update! It's finally out! Again I said in the news stories I put out I've had other ideas popping up in my head, so I got sidetracked with updating this story but here it is and I hope y'all enjoyed it! If you haven't already check out my new Samcedes stories "Rescue Me" & "Raise Your Voice: Samcedes edition"! Raise Your Voice is my most recent and based on the Hilary Duff movie & I will love to get opinions on it & either later on tonight or tomorrow I will be publishing a new Samcedes One shot that will contain smut called, "Happy Birthday Sergeant Sam Evans"!