Sam's POV

I'm beyond livid, it's come to my attention that ole boy out on a technicality.
That means my girls' very life, and that of my babies is in danger.
I can't have that, not at all.

Ceez got word to me thru Fancee that he was on the tier the night he got bed and baggage.
At first, I ain't think too much of that.
I wondered a little, but not enough for it to affect me all that much.

Just figured he got moved to another block because Ceez couldn't take him eyeballing his chick no more and beat the dog shit out him.
Got in a couple licks for me and a few for Nik.
So i figured he copped a plea and got moved to PC, like the bitch he is.
I was wrong because later that same week Dre came and told me he wasn't nowhere in the system and that court records showed this muhfucker was breathing fresh, clean air.
Not for long though.

That's my word.

Dre's POV

I ain't wanna have to tell the homie that our nemesis was out, not with how bad he wants Corny's blood.
He's too close to becoming a father for him to be involved with what needs to be done, to my way of thinking.
By the same token, I wouldn't want nobody tryna stop me from getting my revenge neither .

And as high ranking member of my affiliation, there are certain rules I must adhere to.
I must always stick to my Blood Oath.

I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United Blood Nation. I pledge my heart and soul to the flag-N-to all my brothers and sisters in the UBN.
"UBL" or any other nation a part of the Bloods.
I pledge to represent the flag to the death of me. No one or nothing will be allowed to come before my almighty Blood Nation.

I can't just kill Corny, I need permission.
His father was official before he Triple 9'd.
(In civilian speak, that means he cooperated with authority)
So even when he turned snitch bitch and got fitted for some really beautiful concrete shoes and tossed into The churning raging waters of the Pacific Ocean, the Nation didn't take his misdeeds out on his kid.
They should've though.
He grew up to be every bit as conniving as his bitch ass daddy.
He was the product of his half assed pimp father and his hoe
With a weak bloodline like that it's no wonder he turned out how he did.
Pimping is seen as a business.
The pimps supposed to protect the bitches, and the nation is supposed to protect the pimps from law enforcement.
That's what it boiled down to
A network of protection for those under our Flag.

Anyways, I digress.

I don't wanna tell my homie all this shit I found out.
He's going to go for Corny's blood and I don't blame him and I can't stop him, but I I still have a code to follow, and I needs to call in the brotherhood.

Corny has a date with destiny.

Nik's POV

I'm shaking like a leaf on the inside, although you would never know it to look at me .
A few things have me shaking inside although it's not in fear, I'm.enraged.

I got a phone call from ole alley cat today, the first I'd heard from her since I beat her ass, wanting to make amends.
She must think I'm stupid or naive or just lack for friends, I really don't know her thought process.
She wanted to link up and show me her new crib, located in the Northeast.
Said she lucked up. and found her a new man who insisted on catering to her the way Sam caters to me.
Yeah, right!
My baby always holds me down now because I had shown him nothing but love and loyalty, from day one .
This hoyden however, was not built like me.
Before Sam, I would have fallen hook line and sinker for this bullshit story she was feeding me.
I would have been just so happy to have someone I thought of as one of my closest friends back that I would have agreed to go see her crib and to meet her new man, except that
being with Sam like I've mentioned before, has taught me some very useful things.
Hearing sincerety in a person's words was another of those lessons.
It was lacking in hers and there was also am underlying giddiness to her inflection that she was trying to hide.
This bitch is up to something, I know it, but I wasn't exactly sure what that was,not until later on that night when Sam and Dre came to talk to me.

Tris was out!
Walking the streets and enjoying his freedom and several times he's been spotted lurking near our house.
He was coming for me.
He wants me with him, or dead no other outcome will suffice

Sam was luring him into a false sense of safety , letting him think we were clueless to his deeds.
The 3 times he's been spotted, he also had a female with him.
I'll give y'all just one guess who that would be.
Ali Cat, of course it is.
Which means he's her new man, and she's trying to lure me into a trap.
Stupid dumb whore!

When Sam tells me that it's definitely Ali, I go from being pissed off to infuriated within the space of a blink.

Like that would ever happen, Sam leaving his guard down when it came to me.
Like if I had no brain, and went off willingly with Allison, he wouldn't be informed immediately,and come to get me, he never would have left me be alone with her.

I look at Sam and tell him to hear me out, and then suggest that I make it seem like I'm with the shit.
The look he gives me tells me pretty damn quick what he thinks of that.
I continue on anyway, telling him that ty hey could follow Ali, an unknown to her could get their destination and give report.
I'd be bait.
Then I'd call Ali, say that he was going out of town on business and I could go meet her man and see their house.
He starts to say something, the fire in his beautiful eyes directed at t me that I would even THINK about doing this.i can see him clench his teeth and he cracks his knuckles.

That's hot.

He opens his mouth to say something, and before he can, Dre interjects with "that's brilliant."
Smythe, who had been sitting there silently, a pensive look on his face agrees with Dre and says slowly, "I do have to leave town actually.
What if I dress in one of your fits and drive to the airport and get on a plane?"
I immediately see where he's going, and although I don't think I mentioned it before, although they aren't twins, they could pass for a set.
The differences in them are ones only those known to us would be able to discern.

They dress differently, my brother in law prefers suits and ties, while Sam dresses in jeans hoodies and Timberland's most of the time.
They are the same very light brown complexion, and both of their eyes are dark.
Sam has a mustache and goatee while Smythe is clean shaven. If we are talking in physical strength, Sam is  aa little taller and more muscular, although not by much.

He still looks mad, so I stand and go to him and put my arms around him, and sigh contentedly, when he wraps his arms around my frame and places his chin on top of my head after kissing it.
If he was mad at me he wouldn't have
held me, he would've just stood there stiffly and stared at me coldly, until I gave up and stopped touching him

He says to us that he doesn't like the idea of having me anywhere near that psychopath or his chic, but that this new plan, could work.

Out think. Stay two steps ahead of your opponent. Never come within swinging distance, and never allow the enemy access to your thoughts.

These are more useful things being with Sam has taught me.

He always will come for me.
He will always defend me and if anyone dared to touch me, there would be definite and immediate repercussions.

Like just for instance, his uncle Scott, that Smythe knocked out on Sam's say so, couldn't come anywhere near me or Sam for that matter.
Any time Sam saw his Uncle, which occasionally happened at End Of the Road, he would get beaten up on sight.

Even though it had been years now since Sam was booked and Scott had touched me, he never forgave him.
Incidentally, Scott never comes around anymore because the last time he had, Sam literally blacked out, beat his ass, got into the Tow truck where Smythe was waiting to go on a pick up and proceeded to back up, intent on running over and killing his uncle.
If Smythe hadn't thought fast and snatched the keys from the ignition, after cutting the engine off, Scott would have met his maker.

Everyone walked on eggshells for weeks after that.
Sam's temper was legendary, but as quiet as it's kept, so is his amazing heart.
When you were under his protection and he loved you, there was nothing he wouldn't do for you.

Tris, to Sam's mind,, he did more than his bummy uncle did.
He hurt me, no he almost killed me, had beaten me up, almost broke me
He placed fear in my heart and no matter how much I tried to hide it, Sam saw that.
Of course he did, he can see right thru me because he knows me so well

He nodded slowly, and said that this was a plan, and a good one.

Everyone left soon after leaving Sam and I alone.
As the door closed he turned to me and looked at me and I already knew that he wanted me, as he came and sat next to me on the couch.
He always does, it's just these last couple weeks we haven't been very intimate.
I was now nearing my 8th month of pregnancy and he wasn't sure he wouldn't hurt me.
That and some wise ass comment I made, jokingly told him a baby's soft spot came from that, sexing I mean.
So I was on dick restriction for playing with him that way.

But now the way he was touching me and kissing my neck let me know it was about to be on, so I turned to him and kissed him back, straddled his lap and mimicking the motions of sex, grinded on him all while never breaking eye contact.
He was usually way more dominant than I am, and I usually let him initiate and take the lead in our sexual shenanigans, but tonight I wanted this almost as bad as he did.
The element of danger turns me on and within a few days I would be in a very dangerous situation!
I kissed the side of his neck and just behind his ear, his spot.
I heard him groan low in his chest and felt him grip my hips and then pull my dress up and pull my panties to the side
He stilled my movements and touched me down there intensely staring at me, watching the play of how good he was making me feel show plainly on my face.
He stopped just as I was about to come, smirked at me, smacked my ass waited two minutes and started all over bringing me so close to my brink, then stopping.
Enough of that!
I reached down between our bodies pulled down his sweats and held him.right ya my entrance and tried in vain to get him inside me.
He laughed endearingly at my frustrations because I could never fit him within me without at least a little help from him, especially in this position.
I love his laugh.
He doesn't just chuckle, his laughter rings out loud and contagiously.
I giggle too but the he flexed his hip and he's in me, which immediately turns my giggle to a gasp.
He smirks again, and says that's how he knows he's doing me right, and that if the day ever comes that he slides in me and I don't, then he'll know he's losing his touch.
There's no chance of that happening ever.
Even now, close to six years together he always makes me scream.
Pumping his hips quickly, he increases our tempo and it's all I can do to keep up, so I lean forward and put my arms around his shoulders, and rest my head just enjoying this pleasure he's bringing me.
I have my eyes closed and I breathe in his scent and feel so content.

He slows down and I begin to move back and forth erotically, and tell him I love him as I reach my climax.
Within 5 minutes he finishes as well.

I sit there trying to catch my breath and regain my senses and he just rubs my back as he tells me that he loves me too

He is home to me.
My safe place, my tender touch, my soft landing, my Alpha Omega (beginning and end)
My day one love.