Author's Note: Yes this is the end the final chapter guys (So no need to keep following this fic). I hope you have enjoyed this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it. My muse was working overtime on this piece I have never started and finished a fic so fast. Thank you all for liking this so much, and thank you for the reviews. Already formulating a new Samcedes fic. :)

Sam had waited for nearly three hours outside of the jailhouse, patiently waiting until the object of his current desires made an appearance and when Chris finally exited, he followed him. Sam held back keeping a safe distance so he wouldn't be spotted, and when Chris entered the lobby of a local motel he waited a minute and then followed him. Luckily this particular motel didn't have a working elevator and it wasn't upscale so everyday rift raft occupied the lobby and seemed to come and go as they pleased, so Sam knew there was probably no security cameras and he wouldn't be seen as suspicious for just walking up the staircase as he followed his cousin's trek. Again Sam stayed a flight below Chris and looked up occasionally to see which floor he'd finally stop at, which was the fourth floor. As Sam cleared the landing to the fourth floor he could see Chris pull out the keys he had been handed by the clerk down in the lobby and so Sam began to approach. When he was about 10 feet away he finally made his presence known.

"Hey cousin," Sam greeted with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, and one that quickly transformed into a sneer. Chris looked up with large fright filled eyes as he turned to where he had heard his name being called. At seeing Sam approaching, Chris focused back onto his task of unlocking his room door with more hast, but found it a bit difficult with his hands trembling and they were. He had finally gotten the door unlocked and opened by the time Sam was just a couple of feet away, and as Chris rushed into the room with the intent of slamming the door shut and locking it, Sam ran forward and burst through the slightly ajar door. "Oh c'mon is that anyway to treat family?" Sam asked as he shut the door behind him and locked it. Chris stumbled back and swallowed down the lump in his throat at hearing the sound of the lock clicking into place.

"Sa…Sam…uh…I was hoping that I would se…see you before I left town tomorrow," Chris spoke out as he licked at his suddenly dry mouth and chaffed lips.

"And here I am," Sam said with a leering smile as he raised his hands which were housed inside leather gloves, and stretched and flexed his fingers, by making his hands into fists. This action caught Chris' undivided attention and his eyes locked onto Sam hands.

"I wanted to explain wha…what happened between Mercedes and…" Before Chris could get the complete sentence out Sam was on him knocking him back upon the bed and delivering several vicious blows to Chris' face.

"Don't…(Punch!)…you ever…(Punch!)….speak…(Punch!) her name! (Punch!)" Sam roared out as he hovered above the now bleeding man that he once respected and called his very best friend. "How could you do that to her?" Sam raged on spitting out his words down at Chris who cowered beneath him and held up his arms to try to shield himself from further punches. "How could you do that to me?"

"I'm sorry Sam," Chris sputtered out as he began to sob, but mostly due to the pain he was suffering and not so much due to his actions.

"Sorry…sorry?" Sam repeated the word as if he needed to make sure he had heard it correctly. "Sorry as in you didn't mean to stick your fingers inside my girlfriend and violate and terrify her? So that was all just an accident?" He growled out as he grasped Chris' right hand. "Which fingers were they…huh? Oh that's right according to the deposition it was your pointer finger," Sam grunted out as he exerted all his strength to pull the finger back in an awkward position until her heard a satisfying yet sickening sounding 'SNAP', and then Chris screamed out in pain. "And your middle finger," Again a 'SNAP' resonated in the room quickly followed by a scream from Chris. Sam knew that with all the other screaming, grunting, and moaning that were floating through the walls from the surrounding rooms, that no one was going to pay any particular attention to the screams Chris was adding in. "Wait," Sam spoke out as he looked down at his crying cousin. "Were those fingers on your right hand or were they on your left hand?" After a second of contemplation where a wide, wild eyes Chris stared up in horror and shook head, Sam dropped the right hand and then yanked up the left one.

"No…no…please…don't Sam, please don't." Chris sobbed out and it only seemed to enrage Sam more.

"Is that what Mercedes said to you, did she beg you to stop? No she couldn't, could she? Because you put your hand over her mouth so she couldn't, right?" Sam then used his free hand to snatch up one of the pillows on the bed and put it over Chris' face and he grasped the pointer finger of the left hand and quickly broke it, and then did the same with the middle finger. Sam released the hand and used both of his hands to hold the pillow over Chris' face and the man beneath him struggled to get in some air. After a couple seconds more of this Sam finally removed the pillow and Chris took deep breaths around the coughs that spewed from him. "I swear to God if there were a way that I could kill you right now, and get away scot-free I would. You are now dead to me Chris, we're not family so don't ever call me or try to visit me again." With that Sam got up off of the wounded man, and left the room without looking back.

An hour later found Sam home and lying in bed facing a sleeping Mercedes. When he reached out and let the knuckles of his left hand glide across her soft cheek her eyes fluttered open a bit.

"Sam?" She sighed out not fully awake and it warmed Sam's heart and told him that Mercedes was truly healing all of her worries and fears. If he had touched her in such a manner just the week before she would have awoken with a scream as she bolted from the bed.

"I didn't mean to wake you baby, go back to sleep," Sam whispered out as he leaned forward and kissed the tip of her nose.

"I missed you today, where did you go did you have a modeling job today?" She asked as she focused her brown eyes onto his green ones.

"Yeah," Sam lied easily as he reached out and caressed her tresses. He knew that Mercedes would be upset with him if she knew he had gone out and attacked Chris as viciously as he had. So he never planned on her finding out, he knew that Chris would never tell her. "It was a last minute job and close by so I took it."

"Hmmm there are already a couple of huge marquees of you and your body on display in Time Square, I don't know how I feel about so many women ogling my man." She said a round a sweet smile that told Sam she was just teasing him.

"They can ogle all they want to baby, but this body and everything I have and everything I am belongs to only you." He confessed with such conviction the words made happy tears swarmed into Mercedes eyes. "For now and forever,"

"Forever is a very long time Sam are you sure you're ready for that?" Mercedes asked around a teasing smile as she reached out and pressed her right hand up against his chest, right over his heart.

"I have never ever been more sure about anything in my life," Sam replied with a serious look on his face as he gazed lovingly into her eyes. "Are you ready?" He asked and just as Mercedes opened her mouth to reply, Sam quickly reached his hand over and behind her head and grasped something from the pillow she rested on. When he pulled back he held in his hand a teal/turquoise blue Tiffany's ring box, and inside was a 2 carat Princess cut diamond engagement ring. Mercedes eyed the ring for only a split second before her wet eyes found Sam's eyes again.

"Yes," She replied simply.

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