Daughter of Cain

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Chapter 13: Reichenbach

Vivian's POV

I'm sorry, Sam, I thought as I continued to drive.

I was stuck in a predicament between keeping an eye on Dean or save Sam. The moral thing to do is drop everything and save Sam. Though, if I do, Dean will be lost in the wind, and it'll be weeks or months before I find Dean again. As the mark continues to mare Dean's forearm. So far, killing Demons satisfied him. But how long before the mark craves for something more human.

"Not gonna disappear to save Sammy?" Dean challenged.

I remained silent, knowing he was goading me.

"Oh, I must be that important," he said. "Then again, I do have the oldest symbol known to man.

If not being a good little girl and obeying daddy's orders."

I took a deep breath to not let my anger get the best of me.

"Did I struck a nerve," he taunted.

I continue to ignore him.

For some reason, after a hundred years of control. I am losing control. There was some temptation to tie him up and gag him along with a few punches.

Suddenly Dean was becoming more of a dick and terribly sing 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall. I took a deep breath, trying to ignore Dean as I continued to drive. Right now, listening to the dark whispers was more intriguing than Dean's terrible singing. As I tried to translate the whispers, except they were still to faint. There were two words I managed to decipher: Brother and Light.

Side glancing at Dean, who was still singing, doesn't seem to entertain him. As if he was listening to something as well. I wonder if he can hear the voices as well. Maybe much clearer since the mark was on him. Yet, he was not talking. Sometimes Dean is an enigma. He's all random and spontaneous.

I focused back on the road.

We continued to drive until we reached a town called Killdeer.

"Let's get a place to stay," Dean suggested. "Get some shut-eye."

"I'm surprised you can sleep," I noted.

"Well, I'm not like other demons," he said. "Did Cain ever sleep?"

"More like meditated," I answered.

"I bet it was hard to run away," he said.

"Well, when world war one and two were happening. And the twenties were fun, although you

still need a chaperone." I said. "Granting Cain did take me to see jazz performances. Even went to a few parties where there were speakeasies. He always made sure I saw major parts of history. The woman's march was one I enjoyed."

"Great, daddy was a feminist," Dean sarcastically taint. "Wasn't there a time Cain wasn't there for you?"

"By the fifties, I was old enough to travel by myself and had control of my abilities," I said. "Saw many concerts, Elvis being one."

"What else?" He asked.

"Led Zeppelin World Tour, Black Sabbath American Tour, Elton John at the Troubadour, Aretha Franklin at the Fillmore West, The Rolling Stones North American Tour…" I listed. "Basically, enjoyed the rock years. Although, I missed going to London."

"How come?" he asked.

"I rather not talk about it," I said.

Dean raised a brow. I haven't been to Britain since 1965. I was there for pleasure, to see my old home in London when word came of Parliament were tearing down the old building. There were some artifacts left there. Cain sent me to get the artifacts, splurge at the sights, get some good fish n' chips and other cuisines before getting back. At first, things were going well the first day, the second day, I felt like I was being watched. On the third day, I was attacked by a group of men. They had advanced mortal weapons and spells. It took a lot of energy to warp reality to escape and teleported to Wales. I thought I had escaped; except they came again. I discovered they were the British Men of Letters. Having no choice, I injured a man before teleporting to Normandy. However, I lost one artifact. Cain was not pleased, not because I lost an artifact, but because I was attacked in two different countries.

I sighed, entering Killdeer.

There were some trust issues. Dean is allowing me to come along. Knowing he can teleport has me on guard. So far, I know he can't travel far. Nevertheless, one false move, and he is gone in a flash, and I'm chasing him all over again. All I can do is follow and make sure he doesn't kill again by any means necessary.

"You look tired," Dean murmured.

"Jeez, I wonder why?" I sarcastically replied.

Dean smirked at that, "Seriously, when was the last time you had action."

"Don't go there," I warned.

"I mean it, a woman your age ain't a virgin. But you were tight as one. Must have been a long time," he continued. "Even with the long hiatus, you sure know how to tease a man."

I tried to ignore him.

"I bet you hadn't been satisfied in a long time," he taunted. "You came what, three times?"

Immediately by reflects, I side punched him in the face. Dean gasped from shock, rubbing his cheek before smirking. "I'll take that as a compliment. You know you like it," he murmured, rubbing his hand on my thigh.

"Is sex all you think about?" I grumbled.

"And killing," he added. "along with a good drink."

"But not food?" I asked.

"Only for the taste, but I haven't felt hungry," he answered.

I made a mental note. Cain would eat for me since I couldn't last that long. I can fast for a week before my human body demanded food. Cain would eat like a human. Although, I think I tortured him when I started cooking. Remembering the time, I overdid it on baking biscuits. I remembered when cooking an actual meal and the fake smile Cain put on for my sake. Until buying a cookbook telling me this was my bible of cooking.

"Well, demons don't need to eat or drink," I reminded.

"No shit, Sherlock," he said.

I rolled my eyes.

His hand started to rub my inner thigh.

"Stop it," I command.

Immediately Dean's hand stop. They were tensed as if he tried to fight the command. It took a lot of energy from both of us before we disconnected, and Dean pulled his hand away. We both glared at each other. I may control lower-ranking demons with ease, but a Knight of Hell is a struggle. When I ordered Abaddon to leave and possess a nun, it had me unconscious for a few days. I have a feeling I won't have the same strength against a white-eyed or yellow-eyed demon. Still, a Knight of Hell, other than Cain being my father, I only managed to test my ability with Abaddon. Dean being a Knight of Hell, reminded me of that, but it was different since he was a creation of the mark, not by Lucifer's picking.

"You're no fun," he grumbled.

"I'm driving," I reminded.

"That you are," he murmured.

I made a turn to an isolated road that led to a forest. Dean had become quiet through the rest of the drive. A bit too quiet. It was late in the night; the roads were dark. I thought of a plan, trying to find an abandoned cabin or deserted motel for us to rest outside of Killdeer. Just as I made a turn, there was a soft click as my seatbelt became undone. Before I could react, Dean grabbed the steering wheel, causing the car to swerve. It happened so fast, as we drove into the forest and crashed into a tree. The vehicle didn't have airbags, causing me to bang into the stirring wheel and dashboard.

Pain blinded me as blood gushed from my nose.

I forced my head to stare at Dean, who was pulling a branch out of his shoulder.

"Thought you would slam through the windshield," Dean groaned, yanking the branch out. "No offense, Vivi, I like yeah. But I prefer my own company."

"You…" I groaned, clenching the steering wheel to alleviate the pain.

"Thanks for the ride," he added. "But seriously, you need some help."

I was about to warp reality, except Dean punched me in the face knocking me unconscious.

.o0o.

I woke up in a motel room. My face and body were sore, but all the wounds were healed. I was utterly confused as I tried to sit up. However, I couldn't. I was utterly confused until discovering my hands and legs were tied together. The TV was on, playing a random show. All the blinds were closed while the door was locked by the chain lock. What made it worse is that I was gagged.

Furious, I concentrated my energy and warp reality making the ropes disappear. Sitting up, removing the gag, to discover I was also in my underwear and tank top. There was a note on the bed. Grabbing it, it read:

Find me if you wanna fuck.

I hissed, crumbling the piece of paper.

Dean Winchester, you are so dead, I thought.

My phone rang. I stumbled out of bed, trying to find my bag. Discovering, Dean had hidden it in the closet. Pulling out my phone to see it was Sam and answered.

"Sam," I panted.

"Vivian…" Sam said, relieved. "I've been trying to call ya the past hour. Where are you?"

I gave a painful groan as I tried to get up, looking for any source for my location. I found a pamphlet for Killdeer and a note pad with the address.

"Killdeer, North Dakota," I managed to say.

"…are you alright?" Sam asked.

"Cross paths with Dean," I answered. "I had him, Sam. I had him. Until he pulled a Michael Bay on me on the car ride last night and knock me unconscious."

"Are you okay?" Sam asked with concern.

"I'll live," I answered. "Just not appreciating being hog tided in a motel."

"Say what?" Sam asked, confused.

"Nothin'," I said, changing the subject. "Glad you escaped from the madman."

"Yeah, wait, how did you know about Cole?" he asked.

"I was with Dean when he got the call," I explained. "An hour later, he caused the crash."

"Okay, give me the address on where you are at, and I'll be there. Get some rest," he said.

"All right," I said.

I gave Sam the address before sitting back down on the bed. Grabbing the phone, I called the front desk asking how long the room was paid for. The receptionist informed me the room was paid for two nights. I thank the receptionist, then turned on the television to check the news on possible murders.

Apparently, there was an attack at a strip club. A guy beat up the bouncer when being refused by the dancer on touching. I had a feeling that was Dean, except based on the time, it was two in the afternoon. Exhausted and sore, I fell asleep.

.o0o.

There was a knock on the door. I answered it to find Sam there holding a bag of food. I let him inside as Sam set the food on the table. He stared at me to see a few bruises on my body.

"You weren't kidding," Sam said.

"You look like you had it worse," I complimented. "Who was that guy that kidnap ya?"

"I don't know, but Dean killed his dad back in 2003. His dad was turned into a monster, and Dean killed him, but the kid saw it. Ten years later, Cole has been hunting Dean ever since." Sam explained.

"Well, Dean decided to piss off a strip club," I announced.

"Really?" Sam asked.

"The no touching rule," I answered.

Sam nodded, then sighed, "Will interview them tomorrow."

"Yeah, you look ready to collapse," I noted.

Sam sighed, "How bad is it."

I sat down across from him, "He is a demon. He has no remorse."

"I doubt it. He brought you here after the crash," he pointed out.

"True, but we do have one advantage," I started.

Sam took a sip of his drink and listen.

"Cambions can control demons. I can somewhat control him for a short period," I said.

"If you can stop him, it will give me enough time to cuff him," Sam added.

I nodded. We have a plan. Right now, we need to rest and find Dean again. Sam appeared exhausted, so I let him stay in my room to relax. He was a bit apprehensive but too exhausted to argue. By the time Sam shower and changed, he collapsed onto the second bed, falling asleep.

I waited an hour before pulling out the map of the United States and activated the compass. The ruby was moving north to the northwest until the beam stopped at Montana. I was confused, wondering why Dean would be in Montana. Something was not right. The ruby began to glow brighter then dimmed. This has happened a few times, and I suspect it was an energy burst of killing. This time the glow was more luminous. A demon nor animal has died by Dean's hands.

Human life has been taken.

.o0o.

The following day Sam and I went to the strip club. I did him a solid and warped reality to get him a suit and changed my attire to a professional female suit. We got in the truck, though Sam clearly struggles to drive a shift stick. So, I did the driving to make things easier.

We arrived at the strip club. Sam took the lead as we headed inside, asking for the manager. The manager was cautious. Sam had assured it had nothing to do with the establishment but the incident that happened yesterday. The manager complied, calling for the bouncer who got involved. As his right arm was in a sling, the bouncer was all beaten up, faced black and blue. I was a bit uncomfortable being in the establishment, so we took the conversation outside.

Sam pulled out a picture of Dean and handed it to the bouncer.

"Hmm. That's the guy," the bouncer confirmed, handing the picture to Sam. "I called 911, but he was gone before they showed up. That dude get to you, too?"

The bouncer gestured to Sam's right arm that was still in a sling.

"Oh, uh, no, this is, uh, just a … hunting accident," Sam answered.

"Damn," the bouncer said.

"Yeah," Sam agreed, pulling out a business card. "Would you do me a favor? If you do see him again, will you give me a call?"

The bouncer accepted the card, "Yeah. You bet."

"Thank you for your time," I said.

We went back into the truck. Sam got inside the passenger seat while I stop at the driver's door. I paused, looking around the area, sensing we were being watched.

"Everything alright?" Sam asked.

Not saying anything, I got in the truck and drove off. Sam stared at me, concerned, as I continued to drive around the area glancing at the rear-view mirror now and then.

"So, you and Dean go play FBI agents all the time?" I asked.

"Yeah, or wildlife and other government roles that have some high authority," Sam answered.

"Out of curiosity, how did you and Cain survive all these years in Missouri without people asking question."

"Well, it was easy in the early 20th century," I explained. "We hardly headed into town. Follow by the Great Depression and World War 2, people hardly paid attention. Soon I left the nest to explore while Cain pulled some illusion charms on his appearance. Before Dean came along, people thought Cain was the owner's grandson, and I the great-granddaughter. Mullen's Haven was our sanctuary until we burned it down."

"I'm sorry," Sam apologized.

"Don't be," I assured. "It was time we left the nest. Might find a home in Alaska."

Sam only nodded.

"Anyway, once we have Dean… what's the plan?" I asked.

"Well, we turn him back to a human again," Sam answered.

I was utterly confused, "You can do that?"

Sam nodded, "We discovered it over a year ago. During the trials, Dean and I tried to seal the gates of hell. The final trial was to cure a demon. We almost succeeded."

"Almost?"

"I almost cured Crowley until Dean stopped me. The trials were killing me, and there was a final step Metatron did not put in the Demon tablet. Once the hero completes the trials, he sacrifices himself for the greater good. I was close to doing it, but Dean wanted me to live, so we stopped." Sam said then sighed. "However, Metatron tricked Castiel in another set of trials that cast down the angels, follow by Abaddon's return. And look where we are now."

"How close were you to curing Crowley?"

"One shot away."

"A shot?"

"To cure a demon. The ritual must be performed over a consecrated ground. The person performing the ritual must use purified blood. The blood must be injected into the demon every hour for eight hours. After the eight doses are administered, an exorcism must be recited."

"Dean possesses his own vessel, not another human," I reminded.

"We'll look more into it," Sam assured. "We just need to grab Dean and bring him the bunker."

I nodded, glancing at the rear-view mirror seeing a jeep.

"We're being tailed," I said.

Sam glanced at the mirror and nodded. I continued driving, swerving between different vehicles to get rid of the jeep. It took some time until coming across a cargo truck. Hitting the accelerator, I rushed past the truck and cut him before turning on the next light. Next, I made it to an alley crossing through some building until getting on another street going back to the motel. Sam kept the lookout, making sure our shadow wasn't following.

We returned back to the motel to change into our regular clothes. As Sam changed in the bathroom, I pulled out the compass again to find Dean back in Killdeer. Good, for I have a punch waiting for him. Hearing the bathroom door creak, I transfigured my clothes to my usual wear and hid the compass. Sam came out, oblivious to what has transpired in the main room.

"You ready?" Sam asked.

I nodded, collecting my things.

We made our way out to the truck when I sensed a demon.

"Hello, Bullwinkle…Dame," Crowley greeted.

We turned around to see the King of Hell.

"You miss me?" Crowley asked.

Sam pulled out a demon knife, "So much."

Crowley was not phased by the knife, "You're here for Dean. I'm here to give him to you."

"Why?" I asked.

"The little prat's bad for business. He's… uncontrollable. Must be the mark," Crowley answered

with disappointment…sarcastic disappointment. "Anyway, Dean's your problem now – again, forever."

"Then, where is he?" Sam demanded.

"First, there's the small matter of the finder's fee," Crowley said.

Sam was about to step forward to stab Crowley, but I stop him by saying, "And what is that?"

"The First Blade," Crowley replied. "You take Squirrel, and I keep the blade."

"That way, he doesn't kill you immediately," I concluded.

"Smart girl," Crowley murmured. "Do we have a deal?"

I stared at Sam.

Sam took a deal, "Where is he?"

Crowley smirked.

.o0o.

We arrived at the bar. It was practically empty with only two occupants. One guy, who I assumed was the owner, was cleaning glasses at the other. While the other was Dean, sitting by the piano holding the first blade in contemplation. Dean didn't bother looking up.

"Hiya, Sam," Dean greeted. "Vivi, up for another round or a threesome?"

Dean glanced up, staring at his brother. Sam stared at Dean, seeing his brother for the first time in six weeks. Dean stared at us then at the owner.

"Hey, Harv, why don't you grab a smoke?" Dean asked.

Harv stared at us. Not even a moment, he dropped the dishrag and left the room, giving us privacy. I guessed Dean made friends with Harv. Once we were alone, the atmosphere changed, becoming tense.

"Who winged you?" Dean asked.

"Does it matter?" Sam replied.

"Not really," Dean answered, grabbing the glass of scotch off the piano. "I told you to let me go."

"You know I can't do that," Sam said.

Dean took a sip of his drink,

"By the way, your, uh, pal Crowley … sold you out," Sam said, walking closer cautiously.

I did the same going to the other side.

"Sounds like him," Dean murmured, grabbing the First Blade and stood up.

"Dean, we're trying to help you," I said, standing between the brothers.

"Look, we know how to cure demons. You remember that?" Sam reminded.

Dean headed over towards the bar, "Little Latin, lot of blood. It rings a bell. Did you ever stop to think that if I wanted to be cured, I wouldn't have bailed?"

"That was Crowley," Sam reminded again.

Dean reaches over the bar grabbing a bottle of scotch, "It really wasn't."

"It doesn't matter, all right, "Sam said, walking over. "Cause whatever went down, whatever

happened, we will fix it."

"Will we?" Dean taunted. "'Cause right now, I'm doing all I ca not come over there to rip your throat out … with my teeth."

Sam stopped where he was, keeping a safe distance.

"I'm giving you a chance, Sam. You should take it," Dean warned.

Sam shook his head, "I'm gonna have to pass."

Dean nodded, nonchalant, "Well, I'm not walking out that door with you. I'm just not. So, what are you gonna do? Are you gonna kill me?"

"Dean," I warned, as my voice became severe.

Dean stared at me. Having the same expression back in the alleyway, listening.

I took a deep breath, "We don't want to kill you."

"Why?" Dean asked. "You don't know what I've done. I might have it coming."

Sam nodded, shaking his head, "Well, I don't care." He walked closer. "Because you are my brother. And I'm here to take you home."

Dean took another sip of his drink. Afterward, he laughed, nearly bowing over the bar, setting his glass down, and did a refill. "Ahh. 'You're my brother, and I'm here to take you home.' Yeah, what is this, a Lifetime movie? Huh? With your puppy-dog eyes? Oh, thanks, Sammy. I needed that."

"Enough," I warned.

Sam pulled out the sigil handcuffs.

Dean licked his lips, "You really think those are gonna work?"

"There's one way to find out," Sam said with a gulp.

In a flash, I teleported, grabbing Dean, and placed him in a headlock. Sam rushed in to get the cuffs. However, the sound of glass broke from the window. A canister flew across and landed between our feet. Smoke erupted from the cylinder clouding the bar with some sort of gas. Sam started coughing as the room became clouded. In the haze, Dean managed to escape and tossed me against Sam knocking us down. I felt a slight irritation in my eyes, nose, and throat, but not the same as Sam.

It took me a moment to realize the fumes were tear gas. Afraid of the prolonged effects it will have on Sam, I grabbed him, leading the way out to fresh air. The moment we got out; we were greeted by another man. He wore military guard with casual wear. A gun strapped to his leg, and a bowie on his hip. His face stern glaring at us with blue eyes.

The stranger was about to attack, except I blocked it while dropping Sam.

"Step aside," the man said. Recognizing his voice, to be the man who kidnapped Sam.

I shoved him aside, making distance. "You seriously don't know what yer getting yourself into, Cole. Go before he comes."

Dean had come out from the back door staring at us. Cole spotted him pulling out his gun, aiming it at Deann. I knelt down to Sam, finding him unconscious from the smoke grenade.

"Wow. It's really you," Cole said.

"We met?" Dean asked, confused.

"Talked on the phone," Cole answered.

It took Dean a moment to remember, "Right. Right. You're the guy who's supposed to put a bullet in Sammy's brain. Did you miss?"

"Well, I had a better idea," Cole said, approaching carefully. "I figure if I let your bro escape, he'd go running to you, and all I had to do was just tag along. And now here we are, finally – Dean Winchester."

"Great. A groupie," Dean complained.

"You remember me?" Cole chuckled.

The two walked around in circles.

"Yeah, yeah, you're that guy from that thing," Dean guessed.

"Nyack, New York, June 21, 2003," Cole bitterly reminded.

"That supposed to ring a bell?" Dean asked.

"It was the night you gutted and murdered a man by the name of Edward Trenton. He was my father." Cole said.

"Okay," Dean shrugged.

"' Okay'?" Cole scoffed, insulted.

"Well, hey, I'm not saying I didn't slice and dice your old man. I'm just saying that he wasn't the first, and he certainly wasn't the last, and they all just kind of get blended up." Dean explained.

Cole stepped forward, gun aimed at Dean's face, "I saw you…that night…after you let me live. That was dumb – real dumb." He was breathing heavily. "I spent half my life training for this moment. I've played out this fight a thousand times in my mind. And I know all about you, Dean-o. And you're good. Oh, you're real good. But, you see, I'm better."

"Prove it," Dean taunted, raising his arms. "Take a shot."

"Now, that's not payback," Cole murmured, lowering his gun a drew the bowie knife. "This is payback."

Cole lunged in for the attack slashing away while Dean avoided him. Knowing Dean has the upper hand, I searched through Sam's person trying to find the demon handcuffs. However, they weren't there. I cursed, assuming Sam dropped them inside the bar. Taking a deep breath, I rushed in, trying to find the handcuffs through the fog. It took some time, but I managed to find them and made my way back.

When I came out, Sam was awake. I handed him the handcuffs. We turned around to find Dean brutally beating up Cole against a car. He had Cole pinned, placing the First Blade against his neck. Cole challenged Dean to kill him. Not taking the risk, I teleported, grabbing the back collar of Dean's shirt and tossed him away from Cole. Dean growled at me as I stood between the human and him.

"Enough," I hissed, exposing my purple eyes and markings.

"Stay out of this," Dean growled.

Shaking my head, I raised my hand using telekinesis to force Dean on his knees. Dean growl, trying to fight it. However, I added more force, which caused a circular dent on the concrete. Dean stumbled, falling to his knees. I clenched my fist, making it harder for him as Dean tried to get up. That was when Sam rushed in, spraying Holy Water on Dean. Steam evaporated on Dean, burning him. In the distraction, I manipulated Dean on his back, allowing Sam to cuff his brother.

"Stop! It's over!" Sam yelled at Dean.

Dean glared at his brother, giving a demonic growl. If looks could kill, Sam would already be dead. The eldest Winchester tried to break free, except he couldn't. The Demonic Handcuffs suppressed his strength and abilities.

I turned around to check on Cole, finding him unconscious. I sighed, walking over to Sam, then stopped when coming across the First Blade. The blade called to me, as it whispered with compelling voices to pick it up. I knelt down just about to grab it-

"Vivian!" Sam called out.

It snapped me from my train of thought, looking up to Sam. He noticed what was about to happen as he rushed over, pulling out a rag, and collected the First Blade. Seeing it cover allowed me to gain my composure.

"Thanks," I whispered.

"No problem," Sam said, then panted.

We then glance at Dean, who was glaring at us.

.o0o.

Sam gave me the keys to the bunker and told me to get the Impala. I teleported back to Kansas, getting inside, locking the doors, and rushed to the garage. I managed to get the Impala out before teleporting it back to North Dakota, driving it into the lot where the Winchesters were. Once parked, we got Dean in the back seat and locked the doors.

Crowley appeared standing in front of Sam.

"A pleasure doing business," Crowley said hand out to accept his fee.

"What are you gonna do with it?" Sam asked.

"Toss it into a volcano, leave it on the moon. I'll get creative." Crowley listed then glance at

Dean. "Believe me, I don't want Dean getting his hands on the precious any more than you do. Your brother knows I ratted. He tends to hold a grudge. I don't want to get … boned."

Sam contemplated before handing the First Blade over, "This doesn't make us square."

Crowley smirked at that.

"If I see you again—"

"Oh, stop it, Samantha. No one likes a tease," Crowley interrupted.

My eyes went purple as I gave a growl. That made Crowley uncomfortable teleporting away. I went back to human and glanced at Sam, who stared at me, surprised.

"What, he was stalling," I said.

Sam opened his mouth but shut it.

"Shall we? It's a long drive to Kansas," I gestured to the Impala.

"Yeah," Sam agreed.

We got in the Impala and drove south.

.o0o.

It was late in the night, as Sam dropped a napkin on the side.

"Seriously," I asked. "Respect the car."

"It's just a car, Vivi," Dean grumbled tiredly.

This dumbfounded Sam, "'It's just a …car.' Wow. You really have gone dark."

Dean scoffed, "You have no idea."

"You know what, Dean?" Sam scoffed. "I saw what happened back there. You could have killed that guy, and you didn't. You took mercy on him."

I stared at the rear-view mirror to see Dean having a sinister grin.

"You call that mercy?" Dean asked with a smile. "Imagine you spend your whole life hunting down the guy that knifed your father. When you finally find him … he whips you like a dog." He chuckles. "How do you think that feels? That kid's gonna spend his whole life knowing that he had his shot and that he couldn't beat me. That ain't mercy. That's the worst thing I could have done to him. And what I'm gonna do to you, Sammy…Well, that ain't gonna be mercy, either."

Sam was shocked as he kept his eyes on the road.

"And Vivi, you better start running. I will hunt you down and make your life a living hell."

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