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Sam "Ghost" Evans and Mercedes "Siren" Jones-Evans had been together since high school. Dating since they were both juniors, and marrying straight out of college, love has always been their driving force for one to get them through everything, especially their parents. The Evans family never supported the young couple especially after they had gotten married and when that was revealed Mary & Dwight made the executive decision to distance themselves from the two. Even threatened Sam's siblings, Stevie and Stacey. Told them both that if either of them ever tried to contact the two then they would also be disconnected from the family. Now Mercedes's family was ok with the two dating as long as they both treated each other with respect and love. However, their lives were abruptly ended due to the car accident and that left Mercedes devasted, and Sam even more hurt because now neither of them had any parents.

It also didn't help that they were broke, leaving college with nothing but a degree in business and music and no one to work for her. Mercedes sang at local nightclubs to scrape money for rent, while Sam work as a freelance artist to at least pay for the bills that they had and for food. They were broke and nearly out on the streets with no one to turn to when their luck changed. One night Sam had been walking through the late-night streets and found a little boy looking for some help to call his parents. Sam graciously gave him his cell phone and even a superhero drawing of Superman to make him feel comfortable. The little boy called his parents and they were over to gather him in no time. The father, Paul Carter, thanked Sam and offered him the job position of being his new security. Sam didn't know what the job entailed fully but he signed up for it and he quickly discovered that Paul was a part of the mafia. Running a bunch of restaurants, clubs, and car dealerships was all a scam for him to transport drugs, and for his underground brothels. Sam figured all of this out within the first week of his job, and he would have quit but the money was getting to him. The ability to pay rent and bills and not wonder how they would get the money next month took so much stress off of him and Mercy. He spoke with her and she said that it was helping and that she didn't mind. So he kept working. Then it came to the head that Paul was sick and he wanted to leave the business to Sam, and with much reluctance, he took the job and created the Evans Mafia.

A powerhouse name with business to follow. It took Sam some time to build a presence but he did decide to trade out the over extensive brothels for nightclubs, with his wife by his side to help run the business. Mercedes was in charge of all the clubs, she sang there, made sure the girls' performances were more than stellar, and made sure everything was running securely. At first, Sam wanted Mercedes to just stay at home and keep out of the business but she insisted she does this because just being the housewife wasn't for her. So together they ran the New York Streets.

Men wanted to be Sam, hanging on to his every word and his every action. So many try to intimate and intimidate the man of mystery but all of them fail. Women wanted to be Mercedes but they simply could not. The pair was one of a kind and people feared them never wanting to get on their bad sides, they ran everything with an iron fist barely having time for mistakes, and though they were hard asses they still had their sweet moments. Those moments though were reserved for family and friends.

Tonight Sam was to be having a meeting with Finn "Money-Hungry" Hudson. Now Finn was always a pain in Sam's side always asking for money and never repaying the money back to Sam. He was greedy and typically killed people in this business, being greedy. So against his better judgment, Sam ordered him to come to the main club, Kisses. As he made his way to the office he saw his wife up on stage dancing and singing along with her dancers. Their eyes connected and she winked at him as she kept on with her performance.

Once Sam was in his club he poured himself a glass of whiskey and sat at his desk.

"Alright Tucker bring him in," Sam commanded as he took a gulp of the drink. Tucker nodded his head and went to fetch Finn, and then he came in. He wore a grey button-down with matching slacks.

"Hey, Evans how are you doing?" Finn announced as he came into the room and shook his hand before taking a seat.

"Pretty good Hudson, I am hoping this meeting includes you paying up the large fee that you have accumulated with me," Sam answered.

"Ahh, Evans is always down to business,"

"I know not what else to be, so what's up."

"I am here to ask for about half a million dollars for a small start-up fund of mine, and in the next year I can see myself paying you back the money I already owe and then some."

"Half a million dollars?" Sam said as if he had lost his mind.

"Yep, just that much and I get back on my feet and you know probably even leave New York. Head to California and start up a weed dispensary and still keep you on my payroll."

"If memory serves me correctly, it is actually me that keeps me on your payroll."

"Ahh, no need to get into logistics, so what do you say do we have a deal?" Mercedes had been ushered to Sam's by their other security guard Griffin after finding out that Finn had made it to the office. She walked in through the door that was behind Sam and came in and stepped behind him.

"No deal," She spoke as she looked directly at Finn.

"Mercedes, this conversation is between me and Sam," Finn said as he looked at her.

"Awe, but I am here now, and there is no deal. Every time my husband graciously gives you the money you always seem to never pay him back, and quite frankly it's getting old. So the answer is no deal."

"Sam you need to get your bitch under control."

"Ohh, so I am a bitch now, well how about this. Rachel your wife is currently liquidating all of the remaining assets you guys have left, and currently making her exit from the country, in fact, she told me she is going to London, taking those beautiful kids with her, and that you are just a liability." Mercedes answered.

"What?" Finn answered confused.

"Oh see, my wife and I actually had a conversation about what was going to happen when you decided to come over tonight, see we would have sparred with you but then you had to call my wife here a bitch. So now we have to deal with this Finn, and don't worry we won't go after your wife or kids after we are done with you." Sam explained, he pulled out his gun and placed the silencer feature on it, and gave it to Mercedes.

"You two are fucking crazy and this is ridiculous, over a goddamn botched deal?" Finn yelled.

"No, it's actually over your increasing disrespect to us, and sadly Finn you have to pay for that so I guess we'll see you in hell one day," Mercedes explained. She held the gun and pointed it at Finn's skull and pulled the trigger, before putting it down and looking at the corpse.

"Nice shot baby," Sam complimented, "Alright Griffin, and Tucker you know what to do, and make sure you get someone to wipe security footage don't need any cops coming over to sniff around." Griffin and Tucker nodded their heads and started their job as Sam grabbed Mercedes's coat and placed it on her. They walked out of the back exit of the building, to their car. He opened the door for her and left her side before shutting it and heading to the driver's side.

The Evans, the most feared in New York, the power couple of the Mafia.

When they arrived home their butler and chef had set up dinner for them, so after washing up they sat at the table across from each other. They ate in silence for a few minutes before Sam spoke.

"You know how I feel about you using guns in the club." Sam began.

Mercedes looked up at him, "You were going to kill him any way I just sped up the process."

Sam looked over at the stuff, "Leave us." They both swiftly left without saying a word.

"While that may be true Merceded we both know that using guns is too loud and causes heavy cleanup Mercedes."

"If you have something you want to say Sam then just say it," Mercedes spoke.

"Stop trying to make it seem like you need to prove yourself when you don't have to," Sam spoke.

"Mercedes stopped eating and looked at her husband, "If I was a man then you would have not cared."

"Mercedes."

"No, Sam, if I was a man you wouldn't have cared." Mercedes insisted. Sam stood from his chair and waltzed over to Mercedes and she stood from her seat.

"If you were a man then there would have been a very different punishment than what I am about to give you," Sam whispered as he took Mercedes's arm and whipped her around and bent her over so she was balancing her hands on the table. He leaned down to her so only she could hear.

"You like to piss me off because you know what the outcome will be don't you?" Sam whispered.

Mercedes shivered at his touch and wrapped her around so she could touch his face, "Don't act like you don't like it." She yelped when Sam pulled her against him with his hand holding her throat. Sam bit his lip as he engulfed her lips in a searing kiss. He picked Mercedes up and placed her on the table as he felt on her thighs, loving how smooth they felt. He spread her out on the table and dropped to his knees, ripping off her panties as he went in for the kill. Licking and sucking on Mercedes's most feminine part as she panted out in pleasure.

"Fuck, Sam, ah don't stop." She whined as she wrapped her legs around him tighter. Loving to hear her lose herself to him as he ate her out like she was last mean on earth. He reached his hand and grabbed her breast in his palm. Mercedes unbuttoned her shirt and released herself from the constraints of her bra, she grabbed Sam's hands and placed them on her breasts, and let him do the rest. He pebbled her nipples as he rolled them back and forth between her fingers and continued feasting on Mercedes. He knew she was about to come with the way her legs were twitching and her breathing became more erratic.

"S-Sam I'm gonna," She didn't get to finish as she exploded in Sam's mouth and he swallowed her cum not wasting a single drop. He stood up from the ground and took off his shirt and his jeans. He lifted Mercedes up and flipped her around as she slammed her palms on the table, and swiped all the dishes to the ground. Thank God the dishes could be replaced. Sam pushed himself inside the Mercedes, deciding to go with slow and torturous for the evening. Long, deep, and slow thrusts as Mercedes panted and fell forward. She took her hand and started rubbing on her clit and moaned louder. Sam saw what she was doing with her hand and snatched it away abruptly, he pulled Mercedes against his torso and moved her to the side.

"Do you want me to go harder Cedes," Sam whispered in her ear. She nodded her head and moaned lowly.

"Use your words, baby." Sam coaxed her.

"Yes, please Ghost," Mercedes moaned.

"As you wish Siren," Sam growled. He pulled out before slamming himself into Mercedes at rapid speed keeping her against him as one grabbed on her hip for leverage and the other held onto her breasts.

"You're doing so good baby fuck, I can't wait to make you cum." Sam said to her which only made Mercedes create a vice grip around his manhood. All you could hear was their shared moans and groans and their skin slapping against each other until finally, they both came. Both of them took deep breaths as t Mercedes collapsed on the table, and Sam on top of her. He stood up and placed his jeans back on before passing Mercedes's shirt. She gratefully took it as they both made their way upstairs.

Mercedes had retired to the bed while Sam decided to utilize their jacuzzi tub that Mercedes insisted on installing. He was deep into his bath letting his muscles relax when he received a phone call from Griffin.

"It's done sir," Griffin spoke.

"Good, thank you, Griffin," Sam replied and then he hung up he closed his eyes, but he felt movement he turned his head in that direction but decided to keep his eyes closed.

"You look peaceful," Mercedes spoke as she stood beside the tub and looked at her husband. Sam looked at her and there was something about her in his clothes that excited him.

"Do you want to join me?" Sam asked.

"No, you seem to be enjoying yourself," Mercedes answered.

"I'd enjoy it more if you got in. Get in Siren." Sam insisted. Mercedes smiled happily as she went to take off his shirt, "Leave it." Sam commanded. Mercedes looked at him with a devilish smirk before getting in the tub, the black dress shirt clinging to her breast as she never put a bra back on. Sam gripped her hips and moved so that she could straddle him. Mercedes placed her hands on his chest before lifting up and dropping onto him and they both let out a deep breath. She moved her hands across his chest as she swiveled against him at a slow pace, repaying him for what happened previously.

"FUCK!" Sam growled as his hands fisted Mercedes's breasts.

"Do you want more Ghost?" Mercedes breathed against his neck. He nodded his head furiously.

"Use your words."

"Yes please, Siren fucking hell," Sam growled. Obliging him Mercedes balanced herself before bouncing up and down on Sam's rather large dick as she made sure that he hit her spot every time. Sam pulled Mercedes in for a kiss he bit her lip with intensity as he pulled her flesh against his body.

"Fuck fuck fuck," Sam cursed.

"You can take it, can't you Ghost." Mercedes teased. Sam pistoled his hips into Mercedes causing her to lean back as he grasped her neck and went impossibly faster as the water sloshed around him. Mercedes looked at her husband and felt like she was on cloud nine. They both came in a joyous glee Sam released his hold on her neck as she leaned in on his chest and they both listened to the other breathe.

"I love you, Siren."

"I Love you more Ghost."