Here is another update for you and yes as promises here is my third and filnal sneak peek! Hope you enjoy them!

Sam took a breath and reviewed the notes his father had left him. The Will was straightforward, and Virginia was evident about what she had and who she wanted to have it.

Sam checked his watch. Once he went through the Will, he could leave and be done with this.

Sam sighed upon hearing a knock, and as he looked up, Stacey opened the door. "The Jones are here. I set them up in the living room."

"Thanks, Stace. Are you staying?"

She smiled. "Did you see JJ? Of course, I am staying."

"The unnatural crush you have on Mercedes' brother is getting old."

She smirked. "Then put in a good word so he will want to take me out."

"Not happening," Sam said, grabbing the files and leaving the office. "Let's get this over with."

"Damn, that woman is fine; Sam, would you hate me if I asked Mercedes out?" Stevie said, looking at Mercedes.

"I will punch you." Sam gritted out as he walked to the front of everyone.

Looking out, he saw a few of the Jones clan, along with Mercedes, her parents, and her brothers Jacob and Zackary. He saw her Aunts, Tanya and Angela, and Uncle Tommy. There were a few cousins whose names he couldn't remember.

But he noticed how her cousin Bree looked at him and had to roll his eyes; she had wanted Sam since Mercedes introduced him to her.

As he walked to the front, Bree stopped him, placing her hand on his chest. Sam smiled as he moved away, but she moved with him.

"Sammy, I was sorry to hear about you and my cousin; if there is anything I can do, please let me know."

Someone cleared their throat, and Sam saw Mercedes glaring at him. Moving from Bree, he placed his file down and sat on the chair before the fireplace.

"How is your grandfather?" Gregory asked as he took a seat.

"Better. They said it's not a heart attack, that it's a load off," Sam said.

Mercedes looked sadly at him, then over to Stacey and Stevie. "If there is anything you guys need, don't hesitate."

Sam nodded as he cleared his own throat. "If we can sit, I can make this quick and painless," Sam said, offering them a small smile.

"Who doesn't like a little pain?" Bree said, smirking, causing the other cousins to laugh.

Sam shook off her words and continued, "My father and Miss Virginia had this Will worked out a while ago, and she updated it a few months before she passed. The contents of this will are legally binding."

Pulling it out, Sam looked at Mercedes and began to read. "I have spent the last few years of my life, without my dear Johnny. He was the love of my life, and he taught me that no matter how far you run, when its real love, it will always come back." Sam paused looking at Mercedes before he continued. "My wish for my family is that you all learn to love one another as I have loved him and each and every one of you."

Mercedes wiped at her eyes as Santana took her hand.

Sam exhaled. "I, Virginia Grace Hillard-Jones, being of sound mind, willfully and voluntarily make this declaration to be followed at the time of my death. I, Virginia Jones, residing at 3927 Winchester Court, Findley, OH., Declare this to be my Will, and I revoke all the wills I previously made.

"I hereby appoint my Granddaughter Mercedes Jones as my Executor. She is to see that everything is handled. I have the utmost faith in her.

"I direct my Executor to pay my enforceable unsecured debts and funeral expenses, the expenses of my last illnesses, and the expenses of administering my estate. Anything left shall be given as such."

Sam could see anger in everyone except Mercedes' parents and brothers; no one expected that, he was sure. Before anyone spoke, Sam continued.

"I give all my tangible personal property and all policies and proceeds of insurance covering such property, including my home, cars, and current bank accounts, to my granddaughters Mercedes Jones and Santana Lopez. Out of all my grandchildren, they were the ones who called me, visited me, and loved me not because of what I was worth but because I was Nana.

"I leave the contents of my Safety deposit box to my son Gregory and his wife Amelia. You will find your father's medal of honor in that box and a few heirlooms I wish you to have. Unlike your siblings, I know you wouldn't sell them.

"To my children, who are only here to receive something from me, I leave my love; since you told me that love matters most, I hope your words ring true."

"That's bullshit!" Tonya growled.

"Let him finish, Mom," Bree said.

Sam sighed. "To my grandchildren, Jacob, Mercedes, and Zackary, I leave my stocks and bonds to be divided among you and your trust funds.

"As for my other grandchildren, Bree, David, Hollis, Anara, Kathy, Meagan, Joshua, and Mickey, I left a shared trust fund of 3 million dollars to be shared among you. But I have decided that my Executor shall disperse it as she sees fit. Should she want to keep the money for herself, it is well within her right.

"The fuck!" Bree growled. "No! I buttered up that old hag to have to share three million!"

"Hag? No wonder she didn't leave you people anything." Stacey mumbled.

Sam cleared his throat. "Finally, to my…" He stopped for a moment. "To my great-grandchildren. I have created bonds for each family to give out once they reach age 21. Again, my Executor will handle it when they receive the money.

"I love my family, but I am disappointed in the need to be nice only to receive something."

Closing the folder, Sam looked up at faces scowling. "That is it."

Bree stood angrily. "this is all your fault! You got her to change her will! You bitch!" she screamed at Mercedes.

Mercedes stood tall. "I did no such thing, and you need to calm down."

"Or what?" Anara spat.

George stood. "Everyone calm down; this was what my mother wanted."

"Of course you would say that!" Tanya growled. "You and your kids get everything you want!"

Sam sighed. "If I were you, I wouldn't upset the will's executor, for she controls everything."

Bree shook her head, moving to Sam. "Well, isn't there something you can do to make this…go away? I mean, can it really hold up in court." She pressed herself against him. "I will give you anything you want to make this disappear."

"Oh, stop embarrassing yourself and get off of him." Mercedes roared, stepping closer to her.

"He's not your man anymore, Mercedes, he wised up and dumped your ass, so if he wants me, he can have me." She said, running her hands down his chest.

Sam stopped Bree's hand and moved away from her. "I don't want you, and honestly, I would like you to leave my parents' house now."

Bree's eyes widened. "Come on, Sam. You can make this go away and get me. It's a win/win."

Mercedes started towards Bree, but George took her hand.

"Sam, don't you and Mercedes need to discuss the Executor's matters? Take her to your father's office; I will make sure everyone else leaves."

Sam nodded, taking Mercedes's hand as she glared at her cousin. Sam smiled internally; he hadn't seen her jealous like that since his study partner got handsy as she walked into the room.

He closed the door leading her into the office as Mercedes frowned, crossing her hands over her chest.

"This is…"

Sam watched as Mercedes paced the room. He could imagine what was going through her mind. "Merce?"

"I can't believe she did this…I knew she had money, but she made me the Executor… to control everything."

"From what my dad said, she knew it had to be you."

"I just…she never told me…I don't…" Mercedes started pacing again. "I don't know how I am supposed to do this! It should have been my dad! He's the one… he's the one who could handle everything. I am just- I can't."

Sam pulled her closer. "Breathe Mercedes. It's okay. Just breathe."

Mercedes exhaled as Sam rubbed her back. "She left you a note. My dad said she knew you would wonder why, so she wrote you."

Mercedes closed her eyes, wiping a few of the tears away.

Sam frowned. "Don't you want to know what she has to say?"

"No!" She said firmly, moving away from him. "What I want to know is what the hell is going on? Nana dies, then leaves me not only a buttload of money but then my cousins act a damn fool! I mean the nerve of that girl! How dare she try to get you to offer yourself up to her, trying to take me down! As if she had a chance!"

Sam leaned against the wall. "You don't think she has a chance?"

Mercedes stared at him angrily. "Does she?"

Sam raised an eyebrow. "I mean, she is pretty hot."

Mercedes' mouth fell open, but then it closed.

Sam pushed off the wall and moved closer to her. "What? Nothing to say? It's been a long time since I have made you speechless. But I mean, it's a free country, and I am a single man, and she was devastated that you control everything."

"You're and asshole, that was just as much of a shock to me as it was to everyone."

He walked towards her, causing her to back against the desk. "It did kind of work out in your favor. You and Puck have nothing to worry about when it comes to Bailey now."

Mercedes raised an eyebrow. "I am not sure what you mean."

"Well, you have money, and your grandmother left money for your daughter."

"My daughter? I have a daughter?" Mercedes asked, confused.

"Don't do that. Don't pretend like Bailey doesn't mean anything to you; no matter who her father is, she is a part of you."

"Sam…I am not sure what you are talking about; first off, I love Bailey; she is the best Goddaughter in the world. And thank goodness she takes after her mother and not Puck."

"Goddaughter?"

"Yeah… Puck found out a few weeks before…well, he wanted you to be her Godfather, but then you lost your shit."

Sam looked at her as if she had two heads; Bailey was her Goddaughter, not her daughter.

She stared at him as the dots began connecting. "Is that why you had Penny shove divorce papers in my face? Because you thought I was pregnant with Puck's child?"

Sam backed away from her. "Penny did what?"

Mercedes laughed bitterly. "Now don't you do that, don't sit here and act as if you had no idea that after I found you half-naked in bed with her, she tells me that you don't want to see me and hands me the papers." Mercedes wiped a fallen tear; it still hurt.

"Merce…" He said, moving towards her. "Penny wouldn't do that. You cheated on me."

"I did what?!"

"I saw the papers; I know the truth. What I don't understand is if Bailey is your Goddaughter, then what happened to your baby with Puck?"

Mercedes cut her eyes at him. "What baby!? I have never been pregnant, you complete asshole. How could you think I would do anything to hurt you? How could you think I would cheat on you?"

"Penny-"

"If you mention that bitch to me one more time, I will slap the taste out of your mouth. That woman lied to you, cheated on you, then tried to break us weeks before our wedding. And you are defending her?"

"She told me you went to her…"

"I swear you don't have the sense God gave you, Sam. I didn't like her then, and I sure as hell didn't like her two years ago. Why would I go to her about anything?"

Sam stood there quietly, and Mercedes angrily balled her fist.

"You asshole. You ass- I have never hurt you, cheated on you, or lied, and you mean to tell me that woman cost you your wife and your best friend? Wow."

Sam blinked as he realized that Mercedes was right; she had never given him a reason to believe she would cheat, so why was he so quick to believe Penny?

"Merce I."

"No! I don't want to hear it, Sam. I came home blindsided to you in bed with her. Then she handed me divorce papers and said you wanted me out. I tried to call you, and you ignored me. This is some…Oh, Nana, you must be getting a kick out of this."

"I am so sorry."

"Keep your sorry, Evans. I spent the last two years going over every last bit of our relationship, trying to figure out why you divorced me, and now I find out it's because of her. Well, I wish I could say I hope you are happy, but I don't. I hope you two are miserable."

Mercedes walked to the door, but Sam pulled her towards him. "I never cheated on you with Penny; we aren't together."

"Bull shit. No woman goes through all this trouble to just sit on the sidelines."

"Baby, I-"

SLAP

"Don't you dare make excuses anymore! That last bit of love I had for you is gone now that I know the truth. Now I can move on."

The slap stung, but her words cut him like a sharp knife. "You don't mean that." He said, unsure why those were the words he chose.

"Oh I do."

Sam stared at her, her words gave every indication of finality but she stood there, same as him. Even in her angered state, Sam couldn't get over how beautiful she was.

Two years didn't seem like a long time, but she had changed. Her eyes didn't have the same light they used to, but now they were hauntingly stunning.

Her body was more defined in the gorgeous dress she wore, her legs were toned as she stood in her heels. His eyes traveled back up her body and stopped as her perfect breasts.

His eyes traced those glorious mounds and found her breathing labored. His eyes finally met with hers and he could see everything she didn't want him to see.

Yes there was anger and pain, but there was the want, and need..that hunger that had them seeking out each other even when angry. Angry sex was almost as hot as making love to her. Almost.

He watched as she licked her lips, and he took that as an invitation to move forward. Mercedes blinked a few times, stepping back, trying to create space, but Sam was having none of it.

Soon she found herself against the cold hard wall and Sam was mere inches away from her.

"Don't." She breathed, barely a whisper.

There it was- that need showing itself. How could she even pretend to be over him when her body was a dead give away.

Even now as he stared at her, going over all the things he wanted to do to her, he could see it in her eyes, how much she wanted him to do all of it and more.

He stepped closer to her, her doe eyes pleading for him to take her and remind her how good they were together even if her words said differently.

His hand reached out and stroked her cheek, and he heard a soft moan leave her mouth as her eyes closed.

She looked at him, as if searching for something, anything as his thumb gently traced her bottom lip.

"I can't stop." he said before reaching for her neck and pulling her lips to his. Mercedes tried to push him away as he deepened the kiss, but even her attempts were weak as he nipped her bottom lip before sucking on it.

Sam felt her knees go weak as he moved to the spot below her ear that drove her crazy.

"Sam…you need to…" She started as Sam bit down, then sucked again.

His hands went to her hips, lifting her up as he pressed against her. "I need to what?"

He asked as his lips crashed back to hers. He felt her give in, tugging at his shirt, ripping a few buttons as Sam unzipped her dress, letting her down so it could fall to the floor.

His mouth drooled as he took her in, still just as sexy as the day she left. His lips went to her breast before she had a chance to tell him to stop. Biting her nipples before unhooking her front clasp and feasting on her breasts.

He loved the moans and sighs coming from her and knew she needed more, so his hand roamed down her body and moved to the treasure that was her clit, pressing his thumb against it and causing her to cry out.

Sam picked her up and placed her on his dad's desk, and within seconds, he laid her back and ripped her panties off, running his nose, then tongue along her clit.

As Mercedes tugged on his hair, he sucked her clit, adding two fingers deep inside of her.

"You still taste so damn good, baby...mmm," he said, working faster and feeling her walls tighten as her orgasm hit her. His free hand covered her mouth as he continued to suck and thrust through her orgasm.

"Please, Sam…please." She whimpered.

It was a sound he loved; it meant she needed him to fill her.

Licking his lips, he removed his pants, and in one swift motion, he filled her to the brim while pulling her close.

Lifting her, he moved to the couch, sitting with her still attached. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed him hungrily while bouncing on top of him.

Sam grunted, feeling close already. It had been so long. She was the last woman he had been with, and his body reacted in kind.

Gripping her hips, he moved her faster and faster until they both erupted at the same time. His lips found hers to muffle her screams as his hands ran down her back.

"That was amazing…I-"

Sam was cut off by Mercedes moving from his lap to find her dress.

"Merce? What are you doing?"

"I am going home, showering, and praying I didn't catch anything from my lapse in judgment."

"You think I gave you something?" Sam asked, shocked mixed with hurt.

"I don't know Sam. It's been two years, and I just..you left me because your ex-girlfriend fed you unfounded lies. My grandmother is gone, and I have all this stuff with the Will to deal with. I gotta go."

Sam grabbed his own pants, looking at her. "Can't we.. I dunno talk?"

"No!" She shot him a piercing look, shaking her head. "Two years, you had two years to talk to me; we could have resolved this in two seconds had you thought more of me than you did. So in my eyes, that bitch did us a favor, because if all it took were her words to have you doubt me, then you never loved me. And there is no getting around that. So consider this your closure. Because it's damn sure mine."

TWIST OF FAITH

"Samuel Evans, where the hell have you been?" Mary Evans frantically said through the phone.

Sam sighed. "Ma, I was in the Data Server. I can't take my phone in there. What's up? You called me like twelve times."

"You need to come over."

"Ma, I am in the middle of my shift, I can't just leave,"

"Well, you better, it's a family emergency, so bring your ass," Mary warned.

"I will get there as soon as I can, but I can't just leave my team," Sam said, rubbing his temples. Just tell me what's going on."

"Samuel, hear me when I say this is something you need to see and believe. Get here." And with that, he hung up.

Sam put his phone down and sighed. He was the manager of a huge data center that handled a ton of servers for different companies. He had worked his way from the bottom to the top, and now, five years later, he was over an entire division.

And while he couldn't just up and leave, his mom never sounded this worried before, and he'd be lying if he said it didn't frighten him.

Walking to his second in command, Sam ran his hands through his short, sandy blonde hair. He used to bleach it, but as he grew older and out of that phase, he grew to like his dark roots.

"Artie, can you finish up the shift for me? I have a family emergency."

"Of course!" Artie Abrams said as he rolled himself out of his desk. He was now fluid with the chair, but Sam knew it took patience and hard work.

They went to high school together, and Artie loved to dance; he planned to go to Julliard, and honestly, the man was that good. But one night, when they were 17 and in their Senior year of high school, Sam, Artie, and a few of their usual squad decided to do a dare night.

His dare was simple: do a high dive into the pool from the school roof at the back of campus. They all thought they were invincible; since Artie had done the dive before, he was fearless.

But then something happened from jumping and landing, and by the time Sam swam to him, his friend was passed out. They immediately called 911, knowing they'd be in trouble, but Sam didn't care.

He told everyone to leave, but in the end, their friends stood by them, getting arrested while they watched Artie getting loaded up into the ambulance.

At first, the school was going to expel them, thinking it was a bullying incident, but once they learned it was just an accident, the youths were charged with Trespassing. They were wrecked with guilt as they accepted the two months of Saturday detention, one hundred hours of community service, and, worst of all, their friend losing the ability to use his legs.

Once they completed their tasks, their records would be expunged, but a clean record could not fix what was broken.

It took a lot of work and therapy, but eventually, they all forgave themselves after Artie forgave them.

Sam also lost something that night. He had a full ride to NYU to play college football, which he lost because he got arrested; it was part of the nobility clause.

So, instead of attending NYU, Sam took courses at Lima University while working full-time to pay for school. His parents were disappointed but very proud of how he handled the situation.

It took him longer than he would have liked, but Sam didn't give up. He pushed forward and made sure that when he got back on top, he would stay there.

Hiring Artie was a no-brainer. The man may have loved to dance, but his brain was beautiful when it came to data and software.

That's why they were working on creating their own video game in their spare time.

"Yo! Earth to Evans!" Artie said, waving his hands in front of him. "What is going on?"

Sam sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm just…trying to figure out what is going on with my mom. I will call you once I get things settled."

"Should I cancel poker for tonight?"

Sam shook his head. "Not yet, I'll text you and let you know."

Grabbing his things, Sam rushed out of the building and into his car, driving twenty minutes to his parents' house. Pulling up, he rolled his eyes at seeing his older brother Simon's car and his younger siblings Stevie and Stacey.

His mom called the whole family in, which worried Sam a bit. Walking into the house, he kicked off his shoes and searched for his family.

"Ma? Ma, where are you?"

Simon popped his head out of the den and gave his brother a sympathetic look. "Aye, you can't be too loud right now."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Why? What's going on?"

Simon shook his head. "Oh no, see that I am gonna let Mom and Dad tell you; I am just here for moral support."

"Moral support for who?" Sam said, walking further into the home.

"Just remember to breathe, and if you pass out, I get twenty bucks, so if you feel it, go for it," Simon said, smiling at him.

Sam stopped walking, shaking his head. "Simon, you can't send me in there blind. You gotta tell me what's happening."

Simon looked behind him and then back to Sam. "Two words, Shelby Corcoran."

Sam glanced at him, confused for a moment, before his eyes widened. He had met Shelby when he went through his older woman phase a few years back.

"She moved to New York..is she here?" Sam didn't want to see her, not that they ended on bad terms; they just were not suited for each other. It was two months of nothing but sex, and then it ended.

"No, Shelby isn't here, but…just go see mom. She's in the living room.

Sam didn't know why, but the moment he began to walk, he felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. As he walked in, he was shocked to find his mother sitting on the sofa, cradling a young girl.

Mary's eyes shot up to Sam, and Dwight stood.

"Sammy, glad you could stop by,"

Sam nodded. "Soo… what's going on?"

Mary shifted the toddler in her arms and cleared her throat. "Oh, we just wanted you to meet Chloe, your daughter."

Blinking, he took an unsteady step backward. "My what?" Sam asked, confused.

"Yeah, that was my reaction when a woman old enough to be your mother, by the way, came here, handing me this sweet little girl and telling me she was my granddaughter."

"I am not her fa—I can't be," Sam said, shaking his head and trying to steady the shaking ground.

Dwight reached for Sam, helping to steady him. "Sam, Chloe has been here since 7 a.m. And Stace was the one who found this poor girl in a car seat at the door with a note attached; the first thing your sister did was make sure we did a rapid swab; she is an Evans. And unless you and your brothers are keen on sharing, she is yours."

Sam nearly fell forward; he would have fallen if not for his father. "Where…where is she? She just left her?"

Mary sighed. "She's gone, Sam."

"Gone? No, she can't just leave this little girl here!"

Chloe began to stir, and Mary shook her head. "Lower your voice," she growled. "Like it or not, you are her father; she is your responsibility."

"I can't! I can't be her father; I can barely take care of myself."

"Samuel Dwight Evans, you are thirty-five years old. You better learn to start. Now Stevie, Simon, and your father are going to help you find a new place, and then we will decorate her room."

"If you have made all these decisions, then maybe you should keep her. I work ten-hour days; I have a life."

"And now you have a child!" Mary said sternly. "End of story. She was just given up by her mother; don't make her lose her father too."

Sam walked towards her and stared down at the little girl. "Mom, what am I going to do?"

Mary nodded towards her husband to come and take the little girl. Once free, she took Sam's hands in hers. "First, you are going to breathe. No matter how they came into this world, every child is a blessing, and your daughter is no different. No, you didn't plan this, but this is the risk you take when you have premarital sex."

Mary reached beside her and handed Sam the letter.

He hesitated before taking the letter and opening it.

Sam, this is Chloe, your daughter. There is so much to say, yet no time to say it. She turns three in about a month, and she needs her father. I have enclosed all the paperwork you will need to take care of her. Please look after her for me, and when she's older, tell her that I would have been stronger in another life.

Shelby.

Sam stared at the letter, confused, and his heart broke for his daughter. He was a father and now was in charge of another life.

"Sam?" Mary said, calling for his attention. "You aren't alone; we will do what we can to help."

Sam finally looked at his mom before walking over and kneeling down. She looked like Shelby and him; she had her mother's dark hair and his mother's nose.

Suddenly, her eyes opened, and the truth was seared into him. She had his green eyes; she was his.