Recovery

It had been a few days since Sam's incident. She was recovering nicely while still trying to do things for herself. Ray and Gray were pretty adamant that she should rest and allowed them to do things for her. But the independence she had wouldn't allow her to let them do it all. Zack was the only one able to distract her away from doing anything. He often put himself in between her and whatever she wanted to do by asking questions on how she was trained or where she would buy all sorts of her weapons. Of course, she would answer by telling him of how and where it was done while he led her out of the room to hers. Both Ray and Gray were grateful for her short attention span when it came to Zack. She would only hurt herself in the long run by trying to do more than she should though she tried to convince them that she was fine. The scars on her chest didn't seem to stop her from walking around in bikinis or crop tops. She didn't seem ashamed to show them to the other three. As it was now, she was in a red bikini top and shorts.

Her phone ringed loudly in the room. Sam stood up to answer it but Zack took it out of her hands.

"Come on, let me answer that." Sam pouted slightly annoyed by the childlike treatment she was given. One of the best killers in the world was reduced to a ten years old's lifestyle.

"No. Go sit the fuck down," Zack ordered. "You're not allowed to work."

"Don't make me punch you, Zack. Give me my phone."

"Punch me then." He crossed his arms in defiance.

She punched him hard in the chest then in the face. Zack fell to the ground loudly. She pulled her phone out of his hands only to answer it. "Hello?"

Ray came around the corner. "Zack, why are you on the floor?"

"Isaac, you should stop challenging her." Gray sighed picking him up off the ground.

"I see. I'll be there shortly." Sam hung up the phone. "Fuck me," she groaned tossing the phone on the couch.

"What's wrong Sam?" Ray asked placing an ice pack on Zack's cheek.

"Roman's son is in my club," Sam growled. "He wants to see me."

"What are you going to do?"

Sam looked at her fist. "Obviously I'm going to go. There's no way in hell I'm going to let that little shit run the show."

"I'm going with you." Zack declared.

"You are not." Sam hissed.

"Yes, the fuck I am!" Zack got in her face.

"No, the fuck you're not!" Sam rose up to the challenge.

"Why the shit can't I go?!" Zack roared his forehead against hers.

"If you get hurt, I'll die!" She responded her forehead against his in protest.

"And I'm just supposed to be fucking okay if you get hurt again?!" Zack hissed staring her down.

"I'll go with her Isaac," Gray spoke up trying to calm the two heated parties.

"No way in hell old man! I can protect her." Zack spun quickly to address him.

"Don't talk to your father that way." Sam chastised pulling his ear with minimal force. "I don't need to be protected. I need you to be okay and to stay here while I deal with my business."

Zack was about to say something in rebuttal but Ray grabbed onto his hand and pulled him to the couch. "Go ahead, Sam. You and Gray-papa go deal with Roman's son."

Zack crossed his arms and proceeded to glare at the wall.

Sam placed her head on top of his head. "I won't allow a little shit like him to take me away from you, Zack. Relax and trust that I can come back to you. No one is abandoning you."

A sigh escaped him. "I'll give you one damn hour before I come for you."

Sam kissed his forehead. "You may as well give me two. You know I like to play." She cheesed while picking up her phone from the couch.

Gray patted his head. "She is in good hands with me, Isaac. Let your parents handle the situation."

Sam slipped on some sunglasses and a jacket. "Ray-Ray, in the room upstairs there are swimsuits. Go relax by the pool or something. Zack, you too. Pay some attention to your woman. I know you're angry cause you haven't had any sex."

Zack blushed. "Shut the hell up!"

Both Sam and Gray chuckled.

"Condoms are in the bathroom under the sink." Sam waved grabbing Gray's hand to pull him out the door.

"We're not ready to be grandparents yet." Gray winked following Sam happily.

Zack covered his face as the door closed. "They are fucking sick."

"I think Gray-papa likes Sam," Ray commented standing.

"Don't fucking say that!" He cried covering his face.

Ray shook her head. "I think I will go relax in the pool. You are welcomed to join me."

Zack turned to look at Ray as she was pulling off her shirt. It had been a while since he had focused on Ray. This whole ordeal with Sam had kept his attention elsewhere. Standing up with her, he picked her up and carried her upstairs to the room they had been staying in. She quickly found the swimsuits once he put her down. Sam obviously wanted something to happen. The suit was a pure string with little pockets to cover her nipples and crotch. Shrugging, she disrobed only to slip the clothes onto the floor. She bent over to pick up the suit when something pressed into her.

"Zack?" She called softly.

Zack said nothing as she placed his hands on her hips. "She might be right, damn woman."

Ray shook her head. "Put your suit on and we'll try something."

"What do you have in mind?"

"I think you'll like it." Ray smiled.

…

Gray drove the car at a reasonable speed. He had the air on her trying to make sure she was comfortable. It was interesting to be by himself with her. She wasn't a person he was used too. Cathy had never been so forward or blunt about what she wanted. Sam, on the other hand, did things any way she wanted too. He liked that. It was a pleasant change to the mind games Cathy had played. He found that he was attracted to the agent as she sat there running her fingers over the Z in her chest. His mind wandered to what it would be like to touch her like that. Was her skin soft? He didn't have the time to assess that when he was holding her chest down. Her life was more important than his curiosity.

"Gray, do you think I was wrong for leaving him?" she asked softly jolting him out his thoughts.

"No. Isaac needs to trust that you aren't going away," Gray answered surprised by how guilty her tone sounded.

She sighed. "I guess so. I did promise. And Sam never breaks a promise."

"Tell me, Sam, what's your story?"

A laugh escaped her. "What do you wanna know?"

"Anything you want to tell me."

Sam looked out the window for a moment. "I've had all kinds of training since I was about ten years old. My parents were murdered by a man that wanted me to be his wife. Shit happened, he turned up dead. I sought to be taught in different forms of combat. I've never been married. I have a son…" she laughed. "A son with you. I've adopted his girlfriend too. Turns out she's a great best friend to kill people with. My favorite color is red. And I really want to get to know you Gray-papa."

He laughed at the nickname Ray had given him. "Like you, I was trained all over the world. But my parents taught me everything I know. After they died from the second world war, I decided I would do my own thing. I used to run a drug cartel off a tiny island in the Philipines. Money was good, life was good. I had the women, the cars, the drugs, and the life. But I got bored with that pretty fast. Having to constantly kill people for your part of the territory gets old quickly. I left the game. So I created this building where people would come and get judged if they made it through all the floors to get judged. Isaac was first. He was pretty good at killing them quickly. Then there was Daniel. You two met at your house. I apologize for that. I wasn't aware that his obsession with Rachel would hurt you as it did." He sighed. "After him followed Eddie. Then there was Cathy. She was… anyway; she did her job pretty well too. Then there was me. I did my job as it would somehow atone for my sins. It didn't."

Sam grabbed his hand. "It's okay. Sins are just a way to keep one shackled to their past. I have no use for mine. I don't care for them. Yours won't stop anything over here. It doesn't disqualify you from being a father either."

Gray pulled into the club's parking lot. He turned to look at her after a moment. "I admire that about you."

She chuckled. "Don't." Her lips touched his cheek then his chin.

He stared at her for a moment as she got out of the car. She tucked guns into her shorts stealthily. He followed her to get out of the car. Gray walked in front of her in case something was coming at her. Once inside the club, she took notice of the small army of men waiting on her. There Roman's son sat on the bar enjoying some kind of drink Peter had for him. Shaking her head, she looked at Gray who wasn't fazed either by it. They both walked to the bar only to stop at a good enough distance.

"So the infamous Ghost finally makes an appearance." Roman's son chuckled.

Sam didn't reply.

He jumped off the counter. "You know why I'm here don't you Ghost?"

"Yeah, I know." She rolled her eyes.

"Are you going to let me taste what my father was desperate over?" he waggled his eyebrow suggestively.

"Ah?" Gray asked cocking his head to the side.

"Yeah, that's what he called me for. In exchange for that, he'll forgive me for the death of his father." Sam spoke, her hand on her hip.

Gray wrapped his arm around her waist. "That seems to be an issue."

"Oh?" The son asked.

"Indeed, I have no intention of allowing you to taste what belongs to me."

Before anyone could move, Gray kissed Sam sweetly on the lips while pulling a gun from inside her shorts to shoot. Sam pulled the other from her back before letting off shots in the room. They worked fast and furious once they separated to end the threats before them. Neither had time to marvel about how soft the other's lips were.

…

They didn't make it to the pool.

Both stared at each other breathing quietly in excitement. It was a standoff in the room for the roleplay Ray had suggested to spice things up. Ray was near the bed while Zack was by the door. She tried not to stare but she was captivated by every detail of him as usual. He seemed to know she was staring at his body for subtly he flexed and rubbed his hands together in a show of more muscles. She needed to look away, needed to pretend that he wasn't having any effect on her for the sake of this room. Having Sam and Gray-papa hear them wasn't something she wanted to ever hear. Her eyes moved to the window as a car had driven by.

"What's the matter, Ray? Are you getting fucking shy?" He asked a cocky grin on his lips.

Ray bowed her head slightly. "I'm fine Zack." Her eyes still avoided his but she could feel him staring at her. It was slightly uncomfortable and she made sure not to make eye contact. She didn't want him to know that she was actually getting turned on by this submissive role she had.

He reached out and grabbed her face making her look at him. Somehow he had gotten closer to her and was only a breath away. Her eyes widened when his brown and gold eyes stared into her soul intently. Why did he have to gaze at her like that?

"You don't seem fine to me." He whispered his grin even wider. "This is the first time you have looked me in the eyes since this morning." His eyes moved down to her deep reddish pink lips before her blue eyes. Was he having the same effect she was having on him?

Ray could only hold her breath as he continued to stare. Her mouth opened to speak but her lip brushed his softly. His face was unchanged as he pressed his lips to hers. But she couldn't think about that at the moment. She melted as he put his new found skills to use. She had never been kissed like that by him before. So when they parted, she couldn't stop herself from kissing him again. He smirked into the kiss as his hands began to wander. He had her right where he wanted her, wanting him.

Ray could feel his warm hand rubbing her breasts as he picked her up. He wrapped her legs around his waist as he turned to sit on the bed. Her body was reacting to his hands and she could feel she was having the same effect on him. His hands rubbed her flesh while letting his fingers slide into her bottoms. Her skin was soft as always and he wanted to feel more. As he moved down her neck, she let her hips roll on his. He knew she could feel him directly through his pants due to her bottoms. Her hands slid under his bandages to show his muscular chest. He was so soft but hard. She paused when she felt his hands cup her thighs as he picked her up and changed their positions. His hands pulled the string on her top.

"Don't do that." She whispered to him bowing her head once more.

"What? Don't look at your tiny body Ray?" He asked pulling off her swimsuit top and grabbing her arms away. Her breasts were so beautiful and bounced at his moving her around. Why did she have to be so tempting?

"Yes, that."

He smiled. "This new bitch side of you is very arousing. Can't you feel how hard I am right now?" he stated. His body was in between her spread thighs. He just admired how she looked under him as his brain played all the fantasies of her in his private moments. Her taste came back to memory. How she withered under him from their last time had him biting his lip.

"Zack, you don't know what to do with that." She teased as he unbuckled his belt and pants.

He rolled his eyes. "I promise I'll figure it out." His grin making it back onto his face. "And you'll be begging me to finish you off."

Ray shivered at his words. "Oh Zack, you know it was I that was making you beg for your release." She replied letting her character slip.

He was on his knees in between her legs. "Shit, it was good. You didn't do any better than me when I ate you. And I plan on doing it again."

Ray scoffed while raising a teasing brow while biting her lip. "Let's see what you got."

He smiled as his lips attacked her breasts. His fingers allowed him to slip inside her lips and up to her nub. She let out a moan as his thumb rubbed her nub. His fingers slid across her weeping core slowly.

"You're so wet." He commented leaning forward to suck on her neck.

"What are you going to do about it?" She asked moving some hair out of her face.

"This," Zack smirked slipping another inside.

…

Sam and Gray arrived home rather quickly. The feeling of killing had her buzzing with excitement. Both had taken notice that it was quiet in the late afternoon of the day. Sam took off her jacket while panting before turning to Gray. He stared at her and she stared back. Cocking her head to the side, her eyes watched him take steps toward her. His hand touched her face. A breath left her as he tilted her head up. His thumb brushed across her nose to get the blood off.

"You are so messy when you kill." He spoke lowly.

"That's cause I get a real thrill out of doing it." She whispered back.

Gray laughed softly.

"I'm not even going to lie to you; I put on a show for you. And I'm quite turned on. So if you need me, I'll be in my room." She turned to go up the stairs.

He watched her go for a moment before he called out to her. "Sam?" How much was she willing to allow him to push her? That kiss was merely a taste. He wanted to sample her as much as she would let him.

She looked over her shoulder pausing in step. "Hm?"

"Perhaps I could help you." He nodded cocking his head to the side.

A smile slid across her face. "Oh, Gray-sama, I'm nothing like you are used to."

He took a step up the stairs. "And how do you know what I'm used to?"

She cocked her head to the side again. "Something about you says you like it safe. I'm not safe, nothing about me is safe." The smile widened. "You may fall in love with me."

Gray reached her on the stairs. He stood before her, his eyes looking deep into hers. She raised a brow at his quiet form. His lips descended onto hers sweetly once more. She allowed him to wrap his arms around her waist. "That's a risk I'm willing to take." He whispered against her lips.

A soft scoff left her as the smile slid across her face. "If you wanna take that gamble then dad, let's do it."

Gray picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. "I'm all for it, mom."

Sam chuckled as the sound of her phone ringing caught her attention. She had just pulled it out of her pocket when Gray had sat down on her bed. She sat on his lap, her thighs wrapped around his waist. Gray let his lips kiss and suck on her neck as she answered it.

"Winters," she smiled at the feeling of him touching one of her spots.

"Is this the line to call for the ad about Isaac Foster? I'm his mother and I have been looking for him."

Sam's eyes widened. "Is that so? Call me back tomorrow morning. I will tell you everything you need to know." Gray pulled the string to her bikini top only to toss it onto the floor behind her.

"How do I know you're not lying?"

"Isaac Foster, brown and gold eyes. Stands at 6'0". He walks around in bandages all over his body." Her eyes closed as Gray let his hands palm her breasts.

"Okay, sorry for doubting you. Tomorrow morning it is."

Sam tossed the phone on the bed giving her attention the man under her. "That feels good."

"Who was that?"

"Our son's life-giver."

Gray slipped his hands into her shorts. "What did she want?" He moaned at the feeling of her starting to grind on him softly.

"We'll see in the morning." She laughed wrapping her arms around him. "For now, let's focus on you and me. Seems like you really like what I'm doing." Her hand reached into his pants to feel the thing poking her womanhood.

He grinned at her. "Of course. It's just you and me now." Then he kissed her.