CHAPTER 4

SAMANTHA THOMPSON

            I haven’t been able to get out of the house for two days, I called the diner and told them I had the flu, I need to know what I’ll do from now on.

            There’s no way of pretending that Igor’s thug will leave me alone.

            I don’t know if I should pack my bags and try to run away from this hell or if I look for help.

            There are so many doubts without answers, I wash my face and look at the mirror, still without believing in everything that happened to me the day before yesterday.   

            The memories make my hands shake without me being able to control them.

            All that I feared most now is not a suspicion anymore, it became reality.

            I got an anonymous call from a woman in the afternoon and I remember precisely the words she said.

            “Samantha, you thought you were hidden, honey? We know where you work and where you live, I thought the house was really old for someone with a fortune. Go to the trail to Oswego lake at 8 pm sharp and wait for instructions, don’t be smart, I’m not as nice as Igor, have that in mind so no one else gets hurt in this.”

            I hung up the phone, I had tears in my eyes and sweaty hands.

            I’m chanting a mantra in my head non-stop, but it’s good for nothing.

            I CAN’T PANIC, I NEED TO THINK…

            I CAN’T PANIC, I NEED TO THINK…

            It’s no good trying to run away, they know where I live now, where I work, they must be following me for some time and I hadn’t realized it.

            I’ll do what I did the other time I was face to face with Igor: speak the truth.

            I don’t know where Igor and Maverick hid the diamonds, I’ve searched the whole house and I didn’t find anything.

            That night Igor housed his crony, Maverick, the one he said was his best friend and would be his best man in “our wedding”, in our house, they drank like pigs, then Igor threatened to kill me and he only left because I made him believe I had denounced him to the police and if he killed me, he would be blamed.

            I thought Maverick ran away with Igor, but a few days later I read in a newspaper that he was found dead in a road to Maine.

            I believe that Maverick was killed in an attempt to clear evidences, and it was probably Igor or his thugs that killed him.

            Some of the diamonds disappeared during Igor and Maverick’s escape, since then I’m in cross fire.

            Igor’s accomplices think I hid the diamonds and I don’t have the slightest idea if Igor is still alive, if he is also hunting me or where the stones might be.

            To convince them I was used as an escape goat and that this fortune is not with me would the be my biggest problem, my worst mission.

            I did as the mysterious woman told me to and around 7:55 pm he called me back giving me instructions to be in the beginning of the trail to lake Oswego.

            “Don’t tell anyone, otherwise I’ll believe you want to fuck me, Sam, and I won’t let you fuck with my business. Do you understand, girl?”

            “Yes, I understood.”

            I went ahead and a pick up truck blinked its light to me to stop, blocking my way out.

            Two men got out of the truck and I recognized one of them as Max, Igor’s friend, someone he had introduced me as his co-worker.

            How did he make me a fool for so long?

            Fake friends, a fake engagement.

            Even his orgasms must have been fake.

            The only true thing about Igor was his name, nothing else.

            And the other true thing is that I’m about to die because I believed in love and I trusted a man that promised he would love me and protect me from all and everyone.

            What a mistake!

            A joke, my life was a bad taste joke.

            They told me to lower the window and I did like they said, holding the wheel tight to hide my hands that were shaking and sweating desperately.

            I was so scared I could barely breathe, Igor’s fake friend knocked on the door.

            “Slowly get out of the car, Samantha, if you cooperate it will all end well.”

            I got out of the car and raised my hands over my shoulders, without knowing where to put my hands.

            “I want to cooperate, but I don’t know anything, you know me, Max, I was Igor’s finance, he tricked me. I don’t have any idea of where he hid the stones.”

            Max’s ‘partner’ started getting anxious and came towards me pulling my hair so I could face him.

            “Do you want to die, bitch? Tell me where are the fucking stones!”

            “I don’t know, for the love of God!!!”

            It was all so fast, I felt my stomach contracting by his punch and the pain of two slaps that hit me full on the chin.

            I bend over in pain and fear, till I saw someone coming towards us a several feet away.

            I recoiled like a ball to protect myself from a shot and I kept my eyes closed while I could, because I didn’t want to see anyone die in front of me.

            Then I heard truck tires skidding down the road, when I opened my eyes, Max’s partner had ran on foot by the trail.

            I slowly take my hands off my face and Adam is surprisingly staring at me with a gun in his hand.

            “Are you alright, Samantha?”

            The words don’t leave my lips, I nod, trying to keep the tremor off my lips, the muscles in my legs are contracting involuntary.

            I’m still trying to find some kind of steadiness in my legs and I can’t.

            It’s really hard to think rationally, I close my eyes and the terror I felt that day comes flooding back to me, first the fear of getting shot and then the terror of being bitten or devoured by that huge brown wolf that came from the road.

            It was a lot to just one day.

            I make sure all doors and windows are locked and I sit in the living room with a glass of cold wine and huge relief feeling in my chest.      

            The bell rings repeatedly and the hair on the back of my neck stand up, I need to hide, will they have followed me?

            I hear knocks on the door and I hold my breath, maybe if I remain quiet, still, they will think I ran away and they’ll leave.

            “Samantha! Open the door, I know you’re home, it’s me, Adam.”

            I open the door, protecting myself from Adam’s inquisitive look, without even realizing I was wrapping my arms around my waist.

            He has his uniform on and his gun, he is most certainly working and will want to interrogate me, it was all I really didn’t need it now.

            “I came to see how you were and to understand what the fuck happened there, Samantha.”

            “Adam, I’m not in condition to talk about it today, please, come back another day.”

            “I won’t come back another day, Sam, unfortunately I can’t do that to you.”

            “I understand you are doing your job today, with your gun and your badge of man of the law, but for the love of God, all that I don’t need is to remember all that, so, let’s leave this interrogation to another day, please.”

            “No, Samantha, I needed to see you and I’m not leaving.”

            Adam slowly removed his gun from the holster, then the belt. He kept staring at me while he was taking off his shirt with his badge, the shoes and pants, without looking away, he was surprisingly in front of me only wearing black boxer shorts.

            “I’m not in uniform anymore not in duty, can we talk?”

            I bit my lips and I approached him slowly.

            I don’t want to talk, today I want without the fear adrenaline, I desperately need only the desire and the amazing feeling that I have by your side, to be alive again.

            “No questions, Adam, I need you.”

            He got near me and pulled me to the couch, staring at my chest.

            I don’t know if it was because of our delicious chemistry or because I realized the urgency of life, by facing the idea that we both could be dead now, but the combination of all those elements made our kisses have another flavor.

            LIFE, kissing Adam tastes like LIFE.

            I still remember the primitive desire I felt having him between my thighs, his skin spattered with blood, fucking even my senses.

            He seemed so raw, so wild and untamed, I was never taken that way.

            “Can I understand that kiss is a yes? You want me?”

            “I do, very much, now!”

            He entangled his fingers in my hair and his mouth swiped my lips in all possible manners: easily, urgently, smoothly and voraciously.

            I can’t understand how the same man is able to kiss so differently all at once, a virile and welcoming man, all at the same time.

            He whispers with his lips on mine:

            “Sam, I want you too, very much! Since you left me on that road I don’t think about another thing but being inside you again.”

            His hands caress my skin carefully, in a reverence that move me, while I kissed and licked his plumped and soft lips, the salty taste I felt in my mouth were my tears, I made no effort to hide them, it was as if I was purging all fear and pain with those tears and kisses.

            “Shh, I’m here now, nothing bad will happen to you, I’ll protect you, beautiful.”

            “Make me forget.”

            “Don’t hide from me, let me in, Sam.”

            His skilled fingers opened my bra, freeing my heavy breast already sensible, willing to be touched.

            He held my breast delicately, putting them together and licking my nipples making them harder and turn to a pink reddish shade.

            I moaned with the sensation of his mouth caressing me, kissing my neck and nibbling my skin, aroused by his touch.

            I raised my hips and pulled Adam’s underwear to his thighs, taking it in the pleasure of the feminine power in having him melting in my hands.

            I masturbated him slowly up and dow, the soft flesh becoming both rigid and pulsing, while he grunted trying to contain his orgasm.

            “Is this how you like it, Damy.”

            “This way, beautiful, but it’s better if you stop now, I want yo cum inside you, hot and hard.”

            In the desperation to posses me, Adam lift my hips and buried himself in one thrust.

            With each thrust making my pussy deliciously full and then empty, full and empty, sliding his fingers to my clitoris and rubbing it with the wetness of my juices more abundant by the minute.

            “Ah, Adam, fuck me faster, I’m so close.”

            “Then have it, cum for me.”          

            The pleasure built inside me in such an intense way that I bit his lips while I came, squeezing his cock with the walls of my throbbing vagina, screaming his name desperately.

            Adam spilled himself in me, roaring, growling in a scarily loud way and he sank his teeth in my shoulder.

            His fang broke my skin, making me feel pain and excitement at the same time.

            I came again in a mix of agony and pleasure while he kept his teeth buried in my skin and I felt the intensity of the gushes of his hot sperm in my guts.

            We remained hugged for a long time, enjoying each others warm and sweaty bodies still together, his penis still inside me.

            He opened his eyes and saw the wound on my shoulder, and then he licked it.

            “Forgive me, Sam, I didn’t want to hurt you, I don’t know what happened to me.”

            I realized that, after it healed it was really possible for me to get a scar.

            “It’s alright, I know you didn’t want to hurt me, I think I’ll have a scar.”

            “I believe so, I’m so sorry.”

            I kiss him in the mouth calming him and he smiles for the irony of the situation, while some woman show off their hickeys after an intense night of love making, I got a bitten scar on my shoulder.

            Why can’t anything be normal with me or like everyone else?

            And then I realize my like is more and more like a bad taste joke.

           

            Hell, where the fuck is my sense? I marked her, now she has my mark and I honestly don’t know where my head was for me to do something as irresponsible as that.

            I look at the scar of my fangs on Samantha’s skin and I feel possessive, a need to protect her, welcome her in my arms.   

            I know that must only happen when a wolf makes the female his companion, but to be inside her, in the most recluse parts of her body, the way she gives herself to me, no hesitation, no reservations, she makes me completely mad, I get out of myself and all I want is to make her mine.

            And her taste invaded me in a way that makes me salivate wanting to get inside her again.

           

            We remained hugging, Adam sliding his firm hands through my back, my waist. And we made love one more time, this time slowly, with no hush, we came together while he licked his bite.

            We were cuddling in bed, Adam was talking about his life with his brothers, they seem a tight family, he avoids talking about their parents and I reveal a bit about my family, my relationship with my sister Janet, I was anxious with the possibility of Adam asking something that may lead to my life in New York.

            “You two made me nervous with the way you stared at me at the bar, you don’t look alike physically, I would have never imagined that Hunter was your brother.”

            Adam laughs talking about his brother.

            “Hunter is younger than me, but sometimes he behaves like my father, he’s a fucking difficult man, full of rage, but he’s faithful to his family, he’s really terrified of anything to do with drink and driving.”

            “You have other brothers?”

            He opens his wallet and shows me picture of his brothers, hugging, having a few beers in something that seemed like a picnic.

            “Hunter you already know, this one in the back is Connor, he’s a fireman, and the youngest brat is Kayden, he’s a cowboy.”

            I put on a robe and go to the kitchen to make two sandwiches of turkey breast for us. Adam finds a few oranges and squeezes them making a cold orange juice.

            While we eat, he watches me till he asks:

            “From where do you know those guys, Samantha?”

            I almost choke with a piece of bread, I drink a little of the juice and talk without looking away:

            “I didn’t know them, I was going by and I think they were robbers.”

            I tie my hair up in a bun and I know I’m bitting the inside of my cheeks, a ridiculous habit I thing I do when I’m nervous, or lying.

            “Sam, that road is a trail that few people know, they looked like they were threatening you, for some reason, that seemed like anything but a robbery. And there was still the break in at your house, for the love of God, are you going to still not tell me everything?”

            He raises his voice, annoyed for realizing that I’m omitting something.

            “Please, Adam, I have nothing to say.”

            Adam went back to the room and got dressed annoyed, his eyes were full of tears, I wanted him to stay a little longer with me to make me feel a women loved a little longer.

            However, even though we are involved, he is a representative of the law in this town, Adam will never forget his damn Sheriff’s duty with me.

            He returns to the living room and stares at me in a way that is able to undress me inside.

            “You don’t have anything to say or you can’t say, Samantha?”

            “What does it matter now? The fact that I don’t want to talk more about anything.”

            Adam pulled my by the robe, a hand on my hair, he pulled my face to his and kissed me delicately, brushing his lips on mine and before leaving, pulled me a little more.

            “I’ll be back, Sam, and I’m going to find out what’s happening to you, I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

            I want to see him again, I need the feeling of having him with me, it’s so good, I had already forgotten how good it’s to be loved by a man that makes you feel safe.

            And wanting to prolong the feeling a bit more, before he got into his car, I ran towards him, wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him deep, nice, soft, purging all my fears through his saliva, covered by his taste. He kisses me so good, I bit his lips, Adam dragged his tongue through my neck to the wound he made and I felt so good.

            “Are you coming back, Adam?”

            He stuck his hand inside my roube, holding my breast and kisses me again.

            “Always, Sam, you’re my little cherry.”

            I laughed, little cherry? Where did he get that from?

            “Little cherry, Damy?”

            “It’s your taste… Your pussy, the taste of your skin, I still feel it in my mouth.”

            I felt my face burn of embarrassment and my thighs got wet with the look the threw at me.

            I went back to bed, taking advantage of the laziness of the afternoon, I head the sound of the iPhone message, I read it and I tremble with what I see it written.

            You think you’re free, bitch?! The game is over, we know where your sanctimonious mother and your whore of a sister live… It’s always good to visit old friends, wait for news.

            Your New York friends.

           

            I’ll have to find a way to protect myself and my family. Even though I don’t want it, I’ll have to look for help, I don’t know if I should get Adam into this, but I don’t know anyone else I could trust.