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Sammy slowly came out from behind him, and he
wrapped his arms around her waist as she mumbled. “I didn’t do anything. I
haven’t said anything.”

“Yes, you did. Thank you for agreeing to come
tonight. We have been working this case for months now and not getting
anywhere. Your willingness to help tonight by coming to this party has showed
us where to start. I will call you early this coming week as I need statements
from you.”

A sob escaped Sammy, and her body shock against him.
She nodded to the investigator. “Yes, I’m sure you can get my number.” Sammy
turned her back on the man and looked up at him. “I want to leave now.” With
that she wiggled out of his arms and fled out of the back yard.

That was it. He couldn’t hold his anger in any longer.
Slater stomped to Brock and punched him, felling satisfied as a loud crunch was
heard as his nose broke. “You’re a fucking idiot. You couldn’t let it go, and
you just lost her. You’re just like your mother, a cold-hearted son of a
bitch.” He turned to glare at Brock’s captain. “That was low. You have no idea
what you’ve just done. That girl is not only my mate, but she’s Susie’s and
Sandy’s best friend. She also looked pretty cozy with your wife and daughter. I
can tell you now those Bear men won’t take yours or Brock’s side in this,
because they care what their mates think.”

Slater punched Brock again and ran after Sammy, only
to stop and turn back to get his car as he saw Sammy in the distance down the
street. Getting in his car he drove to Sammy, stopped and got out. As soon as
Sammy saw him she came at him attacking him.

“I hate you. How could you do this to me? I trusted
you. I hate you.”

Grabbing her hands he held them in hers and pulled
her to him for a hug. “I didn’t know Brock was going to do that. I only found
out a short time ago, and I left work leaving a junior chef in charge so I got
here. I was hoping we could leave before anything happened.” He stroked her
hair. “I’m so sorry, beautiful. If I’d know I would have put a stop to it or
told you. Brock knew that. Otherwise he would have told me.” He leaned down and
kissed her head. “Let’s get you home.
 
I will
leave or stay. It’s your choice. I’ll call Susie, Jane, Sandy, and Gwen.”

Slater opened the passenger car door and helped her
in before he went around and got in his own seat, did up his seat belt, and
drove away.

The drive to the house was quiet, and Slater hoped
Brock hadn’t stuffed it up for him, too. Slater couldn’t believe what Brock had
done.

****

Sammy couldn’t believe what Brock had done. How
could he have put her in that situation?
 
He and Slater both knew how she felt about what happened with Greg, and
they knew she hated cops and wasn’t treated right by Breakaway precinct. Sammy
wondered why Brock had done that to her. He should have known how she would
react.

Slater pulled up to their house, and she got out of
the car. She could hear Slater talking to her, but she needed to be somewhere
safe.

 
“Sammy,
beautiful,
talk
to me.” He opened the front door, and
she pushed by him and went to their bedroom.

Sammy could feel
herself
holding on by a thread. She was about to slip into her safe place, and the only
person who seemed to be able to talk her out of it was the one who had caused
her to start to slip into it.

She got on the bed and curled up. Sammy wanted to be
as tiny as possible. It was safer when she became small and invisible. She
could feel her body shaking, and her brain went through everything that had
just happened. She knew the men who had whispered that she should have been
killed. That they thought Greg had killed her the last time he beat her.

The tears ran down her cheek, and Sammy didn’t do
anything to wipe them away. Did she deserve to have the slut, as Greg called it,
beaten out of her? Were her clothes inviting men to attack her? Was she too
friendly?
 
She hadn’t spilled their
secrets to anyone. Things that Greg had said to her as his fist and feet hit
into her rebounded around her brain.

“Fuck. I swear I’m going to kill him.”

Sammy could vaguely hear Slater, and she didn’t know
which “him” Slater was referring to, Brock or Greg.
 
She felt herself be placed on his lap as he sat
on the bed.

“Sammy Gardner, you have to stop. Don’t worry. I
will make sure you don’t see any of them again.” Slater stroked her back. “Come
back now.”

Slater’s hands ran up and down her back in a
soothing motion.

“Samantha, you are at home and away from anyone who
would hurt you. Come back.”

The use of her full name and knowing she was in
Slater’s safe arms brought Sammy back from her hiding place.
 
The door opened, and she let go with big gut
wrenching sobs into Slater’s chest.

“Did I do something wrong? Why would Brock put me
through that?” Sammy gripped Slater’s shirt. “They wanted me dead. I didn’t
tell anyone. I haven’t told anyone anything. I haven’t told you and Brock
anything. Well, besides how they treated me and that I was scared of them. It’s
been months and months. Did they think Greg had killed me and that’s why I
hadn’t reported anything?”

Her heart felt like it was breaking. She’d opened
herself up again to people and a relationship, and Brock had crushed her. “Did
you know what he was up to?” Sammy stared up at Slater with blurry eyes.

Slater brushed hair that had fallen over her face
off. “I promise I had no idea that was what he’d been planning. I knew
something was up with him, but I swear I didn’t think it would be something
this big and wrong.” Slater leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. “Please
don’t hold what Brock did against me. I would never hurt you like that. I love
you.”

Wiping the tears from her face she reached up and
caressed Slater’s face as he gazed down at her. “I love you, too. I’ve loved
you for a while now. I love you both, and it hurts so bad that Brock would
betray me like this.” Sammy wanted to feel better. She hated how she felt right
now. “Make me forget. Make love to me.”

Slater groaned. “Beautiful, I don’t think that’s
such a good idea while you’re in this state and feeling vulnerable.”

Wrapping her arms around Slater’s neck she pulled
him closer to her and plastered her mouth to his. Sammy wanted to forget. She
wanted to feel good. She let her tongue trace his lips before slipping in and
tangling with his own.

Sammy ground her body against Slater.
 
Her usual response to being close to him and
touching him made itself known. Tingles flowed through her body from the tip of
her toes to the top of her head. She used the tips of her fingers to trail down
his neck and under his shirt running her hands up and down his solid chest.

Slater growled and stopped her hands as they came to
the button on his pants. “Sammy, I don’t want you to regret this. You’re not in
the right state of mind to be doing this. I don’t want you to wake up in the
morning or late tonight and realize that what we did was wrong. I don’t want
you to think I took advantage of you.”

He had a point, and she loved Slater all the more
for thinking of her, and caring about her. “I want you bad. I want to feel
better.”

Slater let out a long-suffering sound. “How about we
lie snuggling for a while? If you still want to make love after you’ve had time
to relax and know you’re safe at home, then I will ravish you. I promise.”

Slater lay back on the bed, and she got comfortable
on top of him. He rubbed her back, and she snuggled closer into him. She loved
his smell and the way he held her. She realized as she lay there on him, that
she was a lot calmer and she felt safe.

While she was in Slater’s arms she remembered that
tonight he’d held her tight and hadn’t let anyone touch her at the barbeque.
Slater had sheltered her by pushing her behind his back. Sammy had been
terrified, but now that she’d calmed down and really thought about it, she knew
Slater would never let anything happen to her. She’d thought Brock wouldn’t
have either, but now she didn’t know.

“Thanks for coming tonight. I know you had to leave
your restaurant with a low staff, and it must be stressful worrying about it,
but I really appreciate what you did.”

Slater kissed her head. “I would do anything for
you. You’re more important than any of my restaurants.”

Sammy looked up at him. “I hate him, you know.”

“Who?”

“Greg. I hate him for making me so terrified at the
thought of him. Those people who said that stuff, do you know I met them four
times? Once at the local cop pub, at a birthday
celebration,
and the other two were at barbeques just like I went to tonight. The second
time I met them I was covered in bruises from a beating from Greg. I can’t
remember what I’d done. I told them that I tripped and fell down the stairs.
The third time I met them I had a black eye, and I think I’d cracked a rib. I
told them I was playing a game with Greg’s dog, and he jumped me, head-butting
me. The last time I just said I ran into a door.”

Sammy sat up and got of the bed. Now she was safe
she could let her anger out, and she was furious. Slater sat up on the bed and
didn’t say anything. He just looked at her. She could see his eyes flashing
bear, but otherwise he seemed calm.

“They were cops, for crying out loud. I knew they
weren’t good cops, especially after the things I learned, but you think they
could fake being good ones a bit better. The last time I didn’t even try with
my excuse. I mean, come on. Even I would know if a woman told me they ran into
a door what it really meant. You know something?
 
I … I know I’m not the only woman they didn’t
help, that they hurt. There are not many women in that precinct for a reason. I
spoke to one nice police girl, and then I didn’t see her again. I asked about
her but got a broken wrist for that question.” Sammy scrubbed her hand over her
face. “Do you think I should have done more?”

Now that she thought about it, Sammy wondered if staying
silent and making sure she was safe had been the wrong thing to do. Sammy
stared at Slater and hoped he didn’t think she was selfish for going into
hiding and worrying only about herself.

Slater got off the bed and came to her. His hands
undid the zipper on her dress and slid the straps off. It pooled at her feet.
“I think you are amazing. For you to go have through what you did and come out
sane is a huge feat. You reported what happened to yourself, and nothing was
done. It got worse. Of course you wouldn’t have tried to check on the
policewoman. What more could you have done?”

Sammy closed her eyes as the tips of his fingertips
glided over her arms, shoulders, and down her chest. “What about when I got to
know Jake? Or even Brock before he did this?”

His leaned down until his lips were inches from
hers. “It was too late. Your trust in people, especially cops, was gone. I’m so
proud of how far you have come. You are incredible.
 
I can’t believe after what you just told me
you still had the courage to go to the barbeque and be among a bunch of cops.”

Slater’s mouth took hers, and he pulled her close to
him. Sammy threw her arms around him and climbed up his body. One of his hands
came to help hold her to him, and he turned backing to the bed and laid her
down. Slater eased out of her hold and stripped his clothes off until he stood
buck naked.
His erection stood long and proud.

“Beautiful, I love you and am so damn proud of you.
I feel very lucky to have you as my mate.”

Staring at his magnificent body as he slowly settled
himself over her so he caged her, Sammy thought she was the lucky one. Slater’s
eyes smoldered with lust, and his lips were curled in a secret grin that made
her melt.
 
She ran her hands up and down
his hard muscled chest loving the ridges of his six pack abs as she moved her
hands over him.
     

His fingers hooked into the seam of her undies, and
he pulled them down whispering against her neck. “Lift up so I can show you how
much I love you and think you’re amazing.”

Wow.
Sammy
had no idea what a silver tongue Slater could have. His words had her heart
beating faster and her anticipation building. She lifted herself up, helping
slip the undies off. Slater took her breasts out keeping the bra on so it
pushed them up like an offering.

She moaned as Slater leaned down closer and rolled
them so he was on the bottom with a massive smile on his face as he stared up
at her. “I want you to ride me. I want to watch your tits as they bounce while
you move yourself up and down on my cock.”

Slater’s words had her pussy clenching and eager for
what was to come. This was what she wanted, too. She wanted to explore his
body. Have her way with him. Have fun.

Running her hands over him she scooted down and rested
between his thick thighs. She looked at the dick in front of her and
experimented. She licked the side and up and over. Slater groaned, and she
brought her hand down to wrap around it. Slater’s dick was rock hard but almost
smooth and soft at the same time. She pumped it and sucked the head in getting
a taste of salty pre-cum.