Sam loomed in the background with Dwight, as they looked on to Mercedes and Brad. Her plan really was good.

Have a meeting in a somewhat secluded place she could control. Check, her father's warehouse worked out just fine.

Call in the FBI with a tip? Check, turns out Bradley had been a person of interest for a while now and they just never had any real proof of wrong doings.

Have someone on the inside turn against Brad? Jesse was doing that and then some for a reduced sentence. True to his word he was willing to die to protect Rachel. He really did love her

And finally. Get that no good bastard to confess everything on tape. She was doing that now

Sam was kind of skeptical, Brad was a wild card and if what he had heard so far was any indication of what he could do, they had to make absolutely certain that he would never get out. Staring at his wife to be, he couldn't have been prouder. She really had grown so much since the first time that he met her.

"She is doing great son, its almost over."

Sam smiled at his dad. "She is amazing. I love her and I can't wait to start my life with her. A life that I just found out is making you a Grandpa." He whispered.

Dwight smiled broadly. "Really, that is great son, I can't wait to spoil him or her they way I was never able to do for you. I have a lot to make up for."

"Keep my family safe and you will be well on your way.

Mercedes starred Brad down, unsure of what her answer would be, or could be. Sighing she moved further from him. "I can't make a choice, not until I know why? Why did you try and kill me? Hurt me? I left you could have moved on."

"Because I own you, you married me you belong to me and like i said no piece of damn paper is going to tell me what is or is not mines."

"Thats not love Brad."

"Its how I love. And I love you I do. I gave you everything and all I asked is that you obey me. But you are one of those girls who can't fathom how they are supposed to obey a man. Unlike your mother, you have a strong backbone that i needed to, and still need to break. Besides some bumps and bruises were you really hurt? No."

"You stabbed me repeatedly. You left me for dead. You blew up our boat, with us on it."

"And yet you are still alive. Everything I did made you stronger."

"NO! I grew stronger in spite of you! Everything you did fueled this anger inside me that i used to make myself better. You killed our baby."

"What?"

"The night I left you, I only went to the hospital because you kicked me in the stomach. You caused my miscarriage. I lost our child."

Her hand went instinctively to her stomach as she looked at him. Sadness grew in his eyes as he saw in her eyes the truth.

"Mercy I am so sorry. I always wanted an heir you know that. To be responsible for…. Well that is okay we can get home and try for another one." He grabbed her hand and she pulled away.

"No! Bradley no. I don't want to have your children, I want to be free of you. Why can't you see that?"

"Even if that means I kill you and that boyfriend of yours?"

Brad gave her a menacing look. "Maybe I should call him here and have him watch me make you mines." He moved towards her in a swift motion backing her up against the wall and taking her lips into his. Her hands went to his chest pushing him away but he pressed his lips hard against her and gripped her hands tightly. "You are mines."

Sam watched helplessly as Brad kissed Mercedes. His hands balled into a fist getting ready to walk over to them as his father held him back. "Sam no you have to wait."

"I can't look at him! He's sexually assaulting her."

Dwight sighed. "I know, but its all going according to her plan Sam, let her see this through,"

"What?"

"She has a safe word and gesture, as long as she isn't screaming that he is hurting her or she doesn't kick him, we are to stay put."

"This is crazy, why would you even let her do this? Why am I letting her do this? I can't I have to protect her."

Sam moved from his father, but Dwight grabbed him, "If you go in there and stop it before we have everything who knows what could happen. Trust her, trust me. We have guys all around here. He is not getting away I promise you that."

Sam stood watching her struggle to remain calm. This was too much to ask of her.

Brad released Mercedes lips and caressed her face. "I love you, so just come back home."

"Brad you are not a good guy and coming home would mean I could very well die next time."

His hardened face looked hurt for a moment. "I have a temper I know and I have done alot to hurt you, but you just made me so damn angry and at the time I may have tried to kill you, but I was also glad you survived. I didn't want you dead."

"You keep saying that and yet you tried to kill me over and over again,

"You deserved it. In my business you kill those who wrong you. You wronged me and kept wronging me. But I won't hurt you if we try to make this work."

"Or anyone else. If I stay with you, you can't hurt anyone else."

"Baby I am a businessman who is all about my money, I can't let people go unpunished. I just won't be obvious about it. Like You remember Rocco my old business partner. When you found out he died you didn't know it was me who actually pulled the trigger."

"Yo- you killed Rocco?"

He nodded. "He was stealing from me."

"HE HAD A WIFE AND DAUGHTER!"

"HE WAS WEAK! I DID THEM BOTH A FAVOR!"

"You really just don't care do you? ABout who you hurt or anything? As long as you are happy and you get your way nothing else matters right? No one else matters? Do you really think after you confessed to killing someone you considered a friend once, that I would want to be with you again? Ever? I hope you rot in jail you miserable son of a bitch!

She pushed him off of her and kicked him in the groin, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground. Seeing him on the ground fueled a rage in her that wanted nothing more than to hurt him badly. She moved closer to him, grabbing a discarded piece of hard work and started to swing it at him as hard as she could over and over again, until she felt a pair of hands swoop around her pulling her away from Brad. She looked up and noticed Sam holding her as some officers stood above Brad.

"Let me go Sam."

"Merce its over. We got him, you don't have to do this,"

Mercy looked into Sam's eyes and stilled in his arms.

"I want her arrested for attempted murder. You all saw her try to kill me!" Brad screamed as the officers cuffed him.

Dwight shrugged with a smile. "What I saw was a woman defending herself from a crazy man who admitted to killing people."

He tightened the cuffs with a smile. "Get him out of here, I am sure there are few people who want a word with Brad here."

Dwight turned to Sam and Mercedes. She let the tears fall from her eyes as she watched them cart Bradley away. Dwight touched her shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

She shook her head. "I wanted to kill him, to make him pay for everything… what kind of person does that make me?"

Dwight smiled softly. "You had plenty of opportunities to do it and you attacked him only after saying the safe word "Jail". If you wanted him dead you wouldn't have gave us a reason to stop you Mercedes. So to me that makes you pretty damn great. Sam take my future daughter in law and grandchild home. She needs to be held right now."

Sam nodded. "I planned on it." He hugged his dad and waited as Mercedes hugged him as well, then they walked out of the warehouse hand in hand. She sighed momentarily as she looked up to the nights sky allowing the breeze to calm her. Sam looked at her unsure if he should say anything or just let her be. He didn't know what she was feeling and didn't want to misread the situation.

"I am kind of having a hard time right now Sam… believing that this is really over. I want to believe he won't get away with it but history is not on my side...what if this isn't it and he does come back for me...for us?"

Sam turned her towards him and smiled. "Because of you he is done. They got everything they will need and with Jesse helping us out too, there is no way he is walking or cutting any deals. Its over. Finally over for you."

She hugged him tightly not wanting to let him go. "I love you Sam Evans so much."

"I love you too Mercedes Jones."