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Mercedes smoothed down the silky dress that felt like a second skin and frowned at how beautiful it looked on her. "The man has taste, that's for sure."

"Mercedes, don't be swayed by pretty things, and don't forget the poison ring; we had them specially made, remember?"

Mercedes nodded. "I remember it was in college; we didn't want to be attacked by any strange men, so as a gift to ourselves, we let Artie teach us self-defense." She laughed. "And then we went to that store on Market St. and saw those specially made jewelry dealers. Artie had the necklaces made, and we bought each other those flower rings…."

Mercedes picked up the platinum-setting purple diamond ring that, to the naked eye, looked normal; however, if Mercedes squeezed her three fingers together, the diamond flower emitted a liquid that would numb an attacker enough for you to get away; all you had to do was make skin contact.

"Do you think I will need this with Sam Evans?"

"Sam is ruthless, Mercedes; remember our conversation about him a few months back?"

Six Months Ago

Mercedes wiped down the bartop as the door opened, and Quinn walked through.

"Excuse me can I get sex on the beach, please!"

Mercedes rolled her eyes. "You don't even like sex on the beach; you just like saying it to bartenders."

Quinn shrugged. "So…"

Mercedes reached down, making them shots of tequila. "So what do I owe this pleasure? Shouldn't you be off with the millionaire hottie?"

"Ha, the millionaire hottie is busy , and I have been spending more time with his right-hand man than him."

"Q! Is that smart? You said Sam was into a lot of shady things."

Quinn shrugged. "We have an open relationship, and he doesn't care as long as he gets to walk around with me on his arm."

Mercedes sighed. "I just worry about you, the things they say about that man."

"Danger is the best part. I don't know what it is, but there is something about Sam Evans that makes me not care about it. He beat a man; I walked in as he was washing his bloody hands, and it didn't even phase me."

Mercedes shook her head. "Girl, you need to get out, and this isn't normal."

"Sam won't let me out until he has no use for me. And I don't mind; he buys me whatever I want; I get to party and have fun. It's like I don't have a care in the world."

"You should!" Mercedes moved around the bar and sat next to her. "Q, come back here; you can stay with me; I can give you a job. You will be safe."

"Mercedes, I can't go back to living this small-town life. New York is where I live now, and there is nothing left here for me."

Mercedes frowned. "I am here."

"You are here, wasting away at this bar; you didn't have to take it over."

Mercedes sighed. "My dad poured everything into that bar, and when he got sick… my Mac is a recovering alcoholic, Macy is abroad, and my mom left us when I was 12. It all fell on me; it always falls on me."

Quinn pulled her into a hug. "I know you care, Merce. You had your dad take me in when my dad…you were my heroine then too. I love you. I just wish you would actually live. Merce, you have been a grown woman since you were 12. Taking care of your entire family and me, I wish you had someone to take care of you."

"I can take care of myself. Look, if anything goes wrong, anything at all, use our code word, and I will be in New York."

"Nothing will go wrong. Besides, I have the necklace and ring, and I can protect myself. No man will ever hurt me again."

Mercedes felt eyes on her the moment she made it to Sam's door. She didn't even have to knock before the man who dropped off the box opened the door.

"Damn!" Puck said, staring at her. "Tell me, if I were to ask you to let me take you out…maybe after you leave Sam's what would you say?"

Mercedes stepped back. "Are you seriously hitting on me right now?"

"Don't you feel lucky?"

Mercedes moved closer to him. "If you so much as speak to me again, I will remove an appendage… I'm letting you off easy, don't you feel lucky?"

She heard a laugh behind him and frowned as Sam came into view.

"You let this pig talk to all your guests like this?"

He clapped Puck on the back and shrugged. "He gets rid of the unwanted."

"Sometimes." Puck said.

Mercedes looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "And the other times?"

Puck moves around her. "Sometimes we share. You know we have to pat you down, right?"

He raised his hand to touch her, and she quickly grabbed his hand, twisting it behind his back. You didn't own a bar without knowing how to handle creeps.

"Did you think I was playing?" She asked, twisting his arm tighter.

"Oww, dude, tell her to let me go!" Puck yelped, and Sam leaned against the wall laughing.

"I am enjoying the show. She did warn you." Sam teased.

Puck tried to pull away, but that just made Mercedes tighten her grip. "Apologize."

"What? No, you let go!" Puck growled.

Mercedes tightened her hold. "Apologize. Now!"

Sam laughed, "You better apologize, or she is gonna break your arm… it's pretty impressive and hot."

"I'm sorry, damn!" Puck said.

Mercedes smirked, letting him go as he stumbled away. "I warned you."

"She did." He said, moving towards her. "You look beautiful, by the way."

Mercedes rolled her eyes, turning away from him and towards the door.

Sam followed after her. "Mercedes, wait…"

"I don't know what kind of game you are playing, but I promise you, I am not here for that!"

Sam grabbed her arm. "I don't believe I told you to leave."

"And I don't believe I gave you permission to tame me." She said, yanking her arm away.

"I knew I liked you. Beautiful. Smart, ass-kicking machine with an ass I want to touch. You are one of a kind Mercedes Jones and I like that. I like you."

"You don't even know me!"

Sam stood in front of her. "Maybe I don't. Maybe I want to get to know you, but maybe you shouldn't want to get to know me."

Mercedes stared at him with a frown. "Why?"

Sam lifted his hand to her chin. "I'm a dangerous man Mercedes. And as much as I want you to stay, if Puck being an ass sets you off, then my world isn't for you."

Mercedes blinked back, her shock at his words, confused at his change; first, he didn't want her to go, and then he wanted her to go… what game was he playing. "Are you telling me this was a test? You letting your skivvy friend hit on me?"

"Not saying it was a test, but if it was, you failed and passed at the same time. You confuse me in a way that no woman ever has." He moved his hand down her neck. "Sexy, to the point, if I could, I would have my way with you right now."

She smirked, shaking her head. "As if I would let you."

"See, it's that! I know you know who I am, even if it's just a guess, yet you don't seem to care. Why is that?"

Mercedes shrugged. "Because you don't scare me."

Sam leaned into her, pressing her against the wall. "I should." He said, brushing his lips against hers. "I should send you away, make you leave and never come back."

Mercedes moaned, feeling his lips brush against her exposed throat. "So why don't you?"

"Because ever since I saw you on my rooftop… I've wanted to taste you…feel you…." He nipped at her neck. "Mark you."

Mercedes swallowed, her breath catching in her throat. "Please…"

Sam smirked. "Please, what beautiful…tell me what you want me to do to you."

Mercedes tried to stand tall, but her knees went weak; the things being close to Sam Evans was doing to her body just made her want him more. "You should act on it, or you should let me go."

Sam licked his lips as he traced his finger over her lips. "If I act on it, there isn't any going back. You better be sure if this is what you want."

Mercedes pressed herself against him. "It's what I want."

Sam stared at her, leaning in and nipping at her lips before pulling her close and kissing her hungrily. Mercedes wrapped her arms around him, kissing him back as her hands ran through his hair. "Oh my God, how did I not realize you cut your hair!"

Sam smiled, nipping at her lips. "Do you like it?"

She nodded. "You look even hotter, and I didn't think that was possible."

Sam's hands worked their way down her body. "I know the feeling. I didn't think you could get more beautiful, and here you are."

"You didn't think it was possible?"

He looked down at her body. "Oh, I believe it…I wanna see all of you. Now."

This was definitely another test, and Mercedes was unsure if she wanted to pass it, but staring at him, she needed him to want her…Mercedes smiled, pushing him off of her, and bit her bottom lip as she slipped out of the dress he had bought her.

"Fuck…you look…fuck." Sam breathed as his hands went to her hips while his lips trailed down her body. "Tell me what you want."

"You…" She breathed, surprised at how honest she was. She knew she shouldn't want him, but she did.

Sam moved his hand down her body and between her thighs.

"Oh!" She moaned, arching into his touch.

"So wet…you really do want me don't you?"

She nodded, thrusting her hips into his finger. "I do."

Sam smiled as he pushed a finger inside of her, watching her face as he did. She was pure sex, addicting and pure trouble.

Sam added a finger as she screamed out, gripping the door for balance. "Give yourself to me."

"Sam…"

He smirked. "Oh, you need more coaxing, don't you?"

Mercedes whimpered, closing her eyes as he thrust faster, moving her closer to the edge and stopping. Her eyes opened as Sam fell to the floor, loosening his tie as he looked at her.

"Spread them."

Mercedes opened on legs, and Sam ran his hands up her exposed thighs. "Your skin is perfect…I bet you taste just as good."

Mercedes shivered as Sam licked a trail up her thighs, tugging at her thong.

"You don't need this anymore." He said, pulling her thong down and tossing it to the side. He gripped her hips, pulling her left thigh over her shoulder and blowing against her clit.

"You're a tease." She said softly.

"Oh, do you want me to make you cum?"

Mercedes whimpered. "Yes…please…Sam, please."

Running his finger over her clit, Sam smirked. "Beg baby, I love hearing it."

Mercedes ran her hands through his hair. "I'm begging, and you are not acting on it!"

Sam chuckled, swiping his tongue across her clit, moving down to her slit, and attacking her with a renewed want that he never knew he had.

"Sam…SAM!" Mercedes screamed out, and he laughed. "Yes, scream my name…I want my entire staff to know how much you love what I am doing.

She was about to speak again, but Sam added a finger, moving faster and harder as he sucked on her clit, making her throw her head back and cum hard against his mouth and fingers, screaming his name and going weak in the knees.

Sam lapped up her essence and kissed his way up her body; he wanted her more than he wanted anyone else in his life; all the other women didn't compare to her, and yet, he knew he couldn't have her.

Mercedes opened her eyes, leaning into him. "Take me to your room."

He brushed his fingers across her face. "No."

"No…" She said dreamingly. "Wait…No?"

Sam grabbed her dress and handed it to her, "You need to leave."

"Sam, what the hell is happening."

Sam stared at her, his beautiful green eyes turning dark and cold. "Leave, Now! And don't come back." He turned away from her and walked further into his house; Mercedes went to follow him, but Another Man was tall and buff.

"You need to leave."

Mercedes folded her arms. "I am not going anywhere until he talks to me."

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way." The man looked at her up and down and smirked. "I really hope you choose the hard way."

Mercedes cut her eyes at him. "I wish you would." She shook her head, not wanting any other man to touch her. Turning to walk away, she held her head up high.

"What were you thinking? Not only did you give him all the power, but you also let that man use you and dispose of you." Quinn said, sitting on the bed.

"I already feel stupid, Quinn; you don't need to rub it in."

"Don't I? I am you, and you are pissed."

Mercedes balled her fist. "Of course I am pissed! How the hell could I give in like that? I am not that kind of person, and I never have been…and that man…."

"It's not your fault; he is a charming man. Everyone falls prey to him." Quinn assured her.

"Well, not me, not anymore. I am going to resist him, not that it matters; he sent my ass away."

"If he felt, what you felt, then he will be back; you just better be prepared when he does come back."

Mercedes sat down on the bed and sighed. "I am not leaving New York until I find you, so you better believe I will be prepared next time."