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{ Chapter 28 } : You're so perfect for me, Barbie

Sam's hot breathed caressed my neck in the most soothing of patterns.

My shaky hands sifted through his hair, holding him dearly to me. The connection as strong as a lifeline, our hearts descending back to their respective beats. Our bodies tangled and plastered. Tesoro. He called me Tesoro in the softest of groans – a sound so potent in my mind that it would forever stay etched.

Ever so slowly, Sam kissed a path up my neck, teasingly licking the part of my skin where he'd marked me with everything. "You smell so perfect, Tesoro."

My lazy smile was hidden against his jaw until I tugged his head away, my breathing slowly coming back in my grasps. "Like what?"

"Something sweet. A little bit of the rain." A husky timbre took over as his voice dropped impossibly low. "And a whole fvcking lot like me."

I soared, my breath escaping the confinement of my lungs in a stutter.

Sam nudged me with his forehead and lovingly rested it against mine, casting me a satisfied look through his low-lidded eyes.

My finger danced over his bottom lip. "What does tesoro mean?"

His kiss-swollen mouth, glistening from my passionate and brutal assault tipped up into a heart-pounding smirk. "It means treasure. It means what you me to me. Precious."

My breath hitched again. I was always out of breath around this guy. He took my breath away in the most endearing manner. I nudged his forehead with mine a little harder, closing my eyes, hoping he could understand what I couldn't flutter properly with words. Hoping he could understand the overwhelming rush of feelings he bestowed me with, the ones no one had ever been able to hand me.

My insides were moments away from cracking with the ground-breaking realization of what this one boy was beginning to mean to me.

His lips brushed mine and he breathed me in greedily. "Give me the chance, Gorgeous, and I swear I'll give you everything you want."

I shivered as his warm breath splayed over my cheeks, slowly heating me up despite the slight chill surrounding us after the rain. "You're perfect to me, Sam. You're precious too."

It was Sam's turn to hide a smile, skimming it over the soft surface of my collarbone. He nipped it lightly as he unwound my legs from around his waist. I slipped down his body, our wet torsos coming together. My shaky exhale was his deep inhale. He curved his palms over my waist and clutched tight. "I don't doubt it for a second, baby."

"Good," I whispered.

"Good," he rumbled back.

"Maybe you need to remind me just how precious you think I am...I, ah, seem to be forgotten," I humored. "I have a horrible memory."

Sam leaned away when I tried kissing him, chuckling. His eyes glimmered with something soft and light. "You wanna be kissed, Tesoro? Supplicami." 

"Honey, just because I kissed you doesn't mean I understand Italian automatically. That makeout session didn't come with google translate." 

Something sparked in his eyes. I clenched my legs tighter, trying to dim the ache he'd awakened when he held me strongly against the wall, imploring his hips between my thighs with those wicked grinding-thrvsts. "Mm. You think you're funny?" 

I peered at my through my lashes. "Maybe." 

His gaze travelled over my lenght, taking in my disheleved appearance, courtesy of his hands and lips, making small pit stops at my txts and lips. The pervert. "You look good, cara." 

"Right back at you, baby." 

 A mischievous look crossed his face. "About that date..." 

I sauntered towards him. "Kiss me first." 

Sam laughed, the sound deep and rich and oh-so hot. He beckoned me closer with a crooked finger as he walked backwards, playing hard to get. "Coeme get your kiss, Tesoro."

 I'd almost reached his mouth when a deep voice swiftly cut through our moment. 

"There you are, Anna." Nathaniel seemed to have appeared out of thin air, joining us near the awning over Lo's Den. His blue gaze flared in amusement as he eyed our promising position. 

Sam and I froze like statues. My arms wrapped around his shoulders. His cupping my a$s. Our mouths almost fusing. Nate's mouth trembled before he released a howling laugh. 

"Well, this is fvcking scandelous. Nice to see you both nearly banged." He stopped midlaugh and eyed our clothes. "Or almost banged, at least." 

Heat rose until my cheeks were flushed in embarrassment. Sam pulled my body to his side, shielding me from Nate's view. His scowl was menacing and threatening. "Go fvck off, Nate. I'm busy with my girl." 

Those words ignited a new row of laughter from Nate. He shot his arms in the air in a mocking fashion. "Your girl? This means you're no longer suffering from a bad case of blue balls. Hallelujah. We can all rejoice now." 

I couldn't help it. I giggled quietly under my breath while Sam continued to shoot daggers at his best friend with his eyes. "What do you want, a$shole? I'm in the middle of something important." 

Nate crossed his arms over his chest and leaned languidly against the wall. One of his big paws covered his mouth so he didn't laugh. "Contrary to what you may believe, I'm not here to see you." 

That instantly shut me up. I remembered. The whole reason I was here was to see Nate. To get out of this mess. To actually find a way to get out of this mess. 

 Sam flicked his chin at him. "What do you mean?"

Nate measured him a look, before shifting those eyes to me. He went from casual and playful to business in three seconds flat. "Anna. She's here to talk to me." 

I felt Sam's body tighten like a bowstring at my side. He backed away from me. "You told me you were here to see Nicholas." 

 I couldn't stand to hear the accusation in his voice, but I didn't want to lie to him anymore. The cloud of bliss floated away. "I lied," I murmured. "I'm not here to see Nico. I'm here for Nate." 

Sam shook his head, chuckling without humor, still backing away. "I don't get it." His voice was raw. "Why did you...Why lie to me?" 

Nate and I didn't utter a word. A silent look of understanding coursed between us – one in which Nate made it crystal clear that I still couldn't say anything until we'd spoken properly. 

Samuel took our silence as something else. His face crumpled a little bit. His adam's apple bobbed with a harsh swallow and his ragged voice pierced through me. "Are you and him..." 

I took a step back, mortified. Nate and I yelled at the same time, "NO!" 

But Sam wasn't having it. His expression was shuttering and he was walking backwards towards his bike, giving me the most reproachful and wounded look. It broke me. 

I started for him but Nate stopped me with a hand. "Let him go." 

"I can't let him leave this way. Not after..." I yanked myself away and started running in Sam's direction, but Nate stopped me before I reached him. "Sam!" 

Sam barely spared me a glance, flinching instead when he heard my voice. No. No. He shoved his helmet on. 

 "It's not what you think, Rafe," Nate tried to reassure him. 

"I don't fvcking care." Sam spat, straddling his bike. "When you want to talk, Tesoro, you know where to fvcking find me. I'm done playing your games." 

I was too shocked to make anything of his words. I stood planted to my feet, my mind being torn by what was right and what was wrong. He meant so much to me. I had to keep him safe. That's why I was doing this. 

 "He thinks I'm playing games with him," I whispered to myself when he'd left the parking lot. 

Nate's hand pressed over my shoulder. "Don't worry. He'll understand why later." 

* * *

"Do you need anything else?"

I looked up from my perched position on the desk. Nate went on to close the door to the office to give us some privacy. This was the same dingy office I was last in when I bawled my eyes out in front of Nico.

"No, thank you. This is fine." I used the clean towel he'd given me to dry out of wet strands. I appreciated the fact that he'd taken the time to crank up the heating in the room.

He took the chair opposite to me and sat, taking in a long gulp of air. "We need to talk."

"That's a given," I whispered. "Nate." I looked around the room, seeing everything yet seeing nothing. "You...You need to tell me what's happening."

He sighed and shoved his hands through his black strands. I noticed for the first time, that despite his groomed appearance, he was exhausted. There were dark circles under his eyes. He usually sported trimmed stubble that was a hint too sexy, but today it looked overgrown, like he hadn't cared enough. "Before you texted me, I saw Joey."

The towel fell limp in my lap. "Oh."

"Yeah, oh," he echoed, staring down at his joined hands resting between his knees. "I had just finished practicing with Richie. I was leaving the gym when he cornered me with a few of his men. He mentioned how he saw you at one of his dad's stores. Said he threatened you."

"That's an understatement." I raised my wrist so he could look at the bruises. "He's never put his hands on me until that day."

Nate sucked in a breath through clenched teeth. His fingers ghosted over the marks. "Fvcking bastard. Knew I should have punched the shxt out of him. I would have done it, I swear. But I was outnumbered and didn't want to risk a brawl in front of Richard."

"You did the right thing by keeping your cool." I assured him, but I was panicking on the inside. "Tell me more."

Nate's finger lazily drifted up until it was holding on to his dog tag tightly. "It's no secret that Sam fights underground. It sucks you had to find out that way, but at least you know now. The worst part is that Joey recognized him from the underground fights, too. I don't know how he figured out that you guys are linked-"

"Sam beat up Connor," I interjected quickly. "Joey found out that Sam put his hands on him because of me. He said he knew about the little stunt my boyfriend and I had pulled on Connor."

"Ah," Nate clicked his tongue. "It all makes sense now. You remember Bax? Joey's older half brother?"

"Vaguely," I spat. "When we were together, Joey didn't necessarily make the time for me to meet his family. After all, he only wanted one thing from me."

Nate winced. "I'm so fvcking sorry about that time, Anna. About what happened to you and your father."

I looked away. "It's fine. It no longer matters. What about Baxton though?"

"Bax is a fighter. Underground - kind of like Sam and me. A few years back, there was a whole rave about this guy. If you ask me, he was nothing special. Never had the chance to fight against him. Guy's not in my league," Nate said, that last part a little cocky. "But I remember Richie once telling me that Bax caught the eyes of some dangerous men. Men who're closely linked with the Donald family. Men who you want to avoid. Do you understand what I'm getting too?"

I nodded. "You mean like the mob or something?"

"Something like that." His smile was pinched. "Men you want to avoid at all cost. He fights and makes money for them. I have a hunch that Joey also does some side jobs for them. After all, everyone knows that the Donald family's name is tainted. Their business is more than just real estate handling. Think they've got a hand in money laundering, too."

That was not something I expected, yet nothing about them fazed me anymore. "I'm not even surprised."

Nate cocked an eyebrow sarcastically and leaned back in his chair, folding his arms over the grey hoodie stretched across his chest. "Here's how it all gets fvcked up. Bax had stopped fighting for awhile. I hadn't heard of him in the standings for a few months. He recently got back in the ring. Fought a couple of opponents. Won most of the fights. His most recent one was with Sam."

Oh, God. I didn't want to hear this.

"Sam beat him. He's been climbing the rankings for quite some years now. Richie was impressed when I first brought Sam into the circuit three years ago. He's got talent. Raw and gritty. He's got good focus and a good head on his shoulders. He learns quick. I can't remember the last time he lost a fight. He knows what he's doing. He's faster. He's stronger. He's better than most I've seen. So naturally, defeating Bax wasn't a big deal."

It all fell into place. "Until now." I closed my eyes and swore aloud. "Fvck!"

"Until now," Nate mirrored. "Bax's pride was wounded that a fighter four years' younger handed him his a$s back on a platter. Especially since this was a big fight for him. Richie told me later that it would have proved if Bax and the rest of the Donald family was still capable of running with these people. You know how big Joey's ego is, Anna. Imagine how big Bax's must be," he said softly. "Joey told me Bax wants a rematch with Sam. Another chance to prove himself. Except this time... We're not talking about a proper octagonal cage where there's a referee and rules. Baxton probably wants a fight till the end. The kind where only one of them comes out alive."

The room was spinning. I stumbled off the desk and held my head. "No. No. No. This is all my fault. Joey realized that Sam and I are linked when he heard about Connor and he saw an opportunity to bandage his brother's ego and pride."

"Sam doesn't have to say yes to the fight. It hasn't been proposed to him yet." Nate stood up and walked towards me. "But if Joey threatens him with you, we all know he'd do it. He's my best friend, and I know he wears his heart on his sleeve. He'd fvcking do it for you, Anna."

"No. No," I said fiercely, my throat gripped with fear. "I won't let him do it."

"Any other fight and I swear to you, Anna, it wouldn't be a problem," Nate said regretfully. "But it's the fact that I know that Baxton is not going to fight fair and I'll be damned if I let Sam get hurt that way."

"He's not going to do it. I won't let him."

"And if the fight doesn't hurt Sam, then the people Baxton runs with...Anna, they'll kill him," Nate deadpanned. "Joey threatened me, but I can take care of myself. The bastard damn well knows it, too. My only concern is how we're going to protect you and your family. I don't doubt for a second that if Sam doesn't obey, they'll target everyone he cares about. Starting with you."

I wheezed. "This is all my fault. If Sam hadn't met me. If Sam hadn't been with me during-" I choked. "-during the whole Connor thing, Joey wouldn't have found out we were together. If he hadn't found out we were together, they wouldn't have thought about the rematch. This way Sam would be safe because I know he wouldn't take the fight. It's all comes back to me. It's all my fault."

"Shh. Shh." Nate hugged me and held me close while I panted through my tears. "Don't panic. We need to have our heads straight if we're going to fix this mess."

"I can't lose him, Nate," My words were muffled against the fabric of his hoodie. "I just can't."

"And he can't lose you. So we're not going to lose anyone, got it? I'm going to talk to Richie and a few people I know. See what I can do to fix the situation."

"W-What can I do to help?"

Nate studied my face. "Stay out of trouble. Don't roam around at night. If you do, make sure you're not alone. I'm going to find a way to keep you safe and protected. Joey won't get to you again."

I nodded shakily and stepped way. "I won't lie to Sam anymore, Nate. I have to tell him what happened."

"You can't tell him yet, Anna," Nate said. "Not until I figure out a way to stop this. Keep your phone on you and I'll text you when I've figured something out."

I understood what he meant. But Sam was mad at me right now, conflicted with his feelings and thoughts. "What do I tell him?"

Nate stepped away and walked towards the office door. "Tell him I was having relationship trouble. Tell him I wanted to talk to you about Kate."

"Who's Kate?"

Nate never told me who she was. He left the room with the door ajar.

* * *

Sam wasn't answering my calls. I left him three voice mails. It had been three hours since Nate and I finished our conversation.

Now that I knew what Joey and Bax wanted from us, I was even more worried. A fight from Sam. Cooperation from Nate and I.

I was sitting down on my couch, trying to watch Netflix. I don't even know what I was watching. My thoughts were fixed on Sam.

My phone blared in my lap. Hunter's name illuminated the screen. I picked up quickly. "Hello?"

"Anna, er, hi. It's Hunter." There was a pause. "Um, you probably have caller ID so you know that. Right."

"Hunter, is everything okay?"

There was a faint noise in the background. Hollering followed a loud crash. "I'm okay, but Sam isn't."

I sat up quickly, my stomach sinking. "What do you mean?"

"You might have to come get him. He's drunk out of his mind and he keeps talking about you."

I grabbed my jacket and boots and was out of the house in record time.

* * *

'Thanks for calling me." I twirled my car keys around my finger and shifted from one foot to the other. Hunter had a knowing look on his face as he stood on his porch.

He nodded, a small grin playing on his lips. "Don't' worry about it. It's the least I could do. Give me a call if you or Sam need anything. I would have dropped him at your house myself, but there's somewhere I need to be tonight."

At Gabby's, I figured. I fought a smile and waved him off. "That's fine. Am I ever going to find out what happened between you, too?"

A blush coated Hunter's cheeks. He laughed awkwardly. "Yeah, I'll let her tell you what happened."

"Good enough." I cast a glance over my shoulder. My heart swelled inside my chest as I watched a very drunk Sam wobble and sit down on the sidewalk in front of Hunter's house. He gazed up at the starry night sky, mouth agape. "I appreciate you calling me. I'll take it from here."

"Have a good night."

I thanked him once more before jogging down the cobblestone driveway. Sam wasn't paying attention to me. He was far too gone. Something told me he was the funny and aloof kind of drunk.

With his head tipped back, a look of wonderment moved over his face. I slowed my pace as I neared him. "Sam?" I called out softly. "Hon."

His head snapped my way and an adorable grin curled over his mouth. My chest constricted at the sight of him looking so rumpled and dishelved. The front of his black crewneck was askew and the collar of his leather jacket looked fisted by restless hands.

"Baby," he murmured, his voice a little bit slurry.

I stood beside his sitting frame. He craned his neck back to look at me, his face levelled with my bare thigh.

"I'm here," I murmured back.

He blinked at me a couple of times, as if not believing that I was there. The sight tugged at my heartstrings.

"Anna," he whispered drunkenly. He reached forth to place a gentle hand against the back of my knee, squeezing lightly. Leaning down, he pressed his face against my skin, gently dragging his open mouth against my thigh. "My Anna."

The moment stilled as a wave of emotions hit me. My Anna. I peered down at him and thought my heart would leap out of my chest. The tightness spread higher until I felt like a whirlwind of emotions clogged my windpipe.

As he nuzzled my leg, feathering tiny butterfly kisses up my thigh, I ran my free hand through his mussed hair, holding him there. "My Sam."

"I love...love the sound of my name on your tongue." His slurred chuckle was so cute and reverberated against my leg.

"Common, baby. Let's go." My voice was thick, scratchy. Almost hoarse. "Please, let me take you home."

He stopped and tipped his head back, giving me a new forlorn look that had my heart thumping wildly against my ribcage. "You know. I didn't think you'd come for me."

It was getting harder for me to speak. "Why not?"

"Because you're mad at me. I thought you'd leave me behind."

I crouched beside him, cradling his face. He closed his eyes. "Why did you think I was mad at you?"

"Because I left. I left you," he slurred. "With Nate. You were trying to explain yourself. You know. I t-trust you. I'm the o-only one you find hot. So...So I know you and Nate didn't bang inside the garage."

My mouth parted and I let out a soft laugh. "Baby. If there's anyone I'm going to bang anytime soon, then it's you. Nate's not my type."

"I'm your type." He framed my face back and laughed. The sound so loving and boyish. "Yeah, I'm going to bang you soon. No. You're going to bang me soon." He inhaled sharply and looked up at me with confused and lost eyes. "We're going to bang the shit out of each other."

I bit my lip. "Yeah. We will," I laughed again. "You're so silly." I stood up and extending my hand to him. "I'm not mad at you and I would never leave you behind."

How could I stay mad at you? Especially when you look at me like that. All soft. With that hint of vulnerability.

Sam had over plans as he once again took it upon himself to worship my thigh in the cutest display of affection. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around my leg, propping his chin against my thigh. He gazed at me through hooded eyes. "Never?"

I swallowed roughly. "Never." I combed my fingers through his hair again. More gently. Soothingly. His eyes fluttered closed at the tender gesture and my throat locked. He's drunk, Anna. Take him home. "Never."

Eyes closed, he flashed me that singular dimple. Then he leaned forward and kissed the skin above my knee again. "You're so perfect, Barbie. So, so, perfect...for me."

Oh, God. How could I ever let him risk himself for me? Never. He was too important to me. Fvck Joey Donald and his plans. I'd make sure that no one ever got hurt because of me. I don't know how, but I'd find a plan.

"You're so perfect too, Beer Boy."

My fingers grazed his temple lovingly. He looked up at me with innocence. "Are we going to bang now, Anna?"

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A/N: Drunk Sam?? xo