A/N: So this was from one of my Samcedes one-shots for Samcedes Week and I got many responses to make it a full story so I am! I also want to thank everyone who liked my first Samcedes one-shot Signs :D

Fuck. She's wearing red. Sam had to think of that poor sap he offed a couple of weeks ago to suppress his tent from pitching. Sam was sure Gerrard Jones wouldn't be too happy seeing him catch a boner from looking at his daughter in that red dress. They were all currently on the Evans estate celebrating Sam's "graduation from college", code for Sam being promoted to junior boss, right under his father. Sam was talking business with his dad Dwight, when Gerrard walked up to congratulate him on his recent accomplishment, or as Sam would say, a burden. She walked into the ballroom shortly after, her long red dress and dark hair flowing, as if she were walking in slow motion. She talked to a few guests and somehow ended up chatting with Geno Mariano. Sam hated that prick. It wasn't just because Geno hyped himself up with that Jersey Shore style bullshit, but Sam couldn't trust that guy as far as he could throw him. He gave off the "snitch" vibe, and Sam hated snitches.

There were rumors circulating in his inner circle, that a group of unknown Italians were trying to claim turfs all over New York City, turfs that belonged to the Evans and Jones. Contrary to stereotypical belief, Italians were not the only group participating in the mafia. Mobsters from all races got their hands dirty in this lifestyle. Some enjoyed it, others only acted in it because they had too. Gerrard and Dwight noticed Sam flaring his nose at someone and they looked to see the sorry bastard on the receiving end of Sam's glare.

"Mariano. He's a useful fucker, just greasy." Gerrard said, trying not to laugh at Sam being so protective of his daughter.

Sam snapped out of it and gave a smirk to his future father-in-law.

Dwight looked at his son and said, "You know Sam, if you two would just get hitched already, you wouldn't have to worry about these men approaching her."

Sam took a sip from his drink, "Assholes go after her regardless, just behind my back."

Gerrard lifted his drink to his lips before saying, "True, but you better pop the question soon. She's getting a little restless, and by a little, I mean completely." He took a sip of his cognac and continued, "And I have to hear about it, from her and Renee."

"I am going to ask, but I don't want anything happening this big so soon after just getting this position. If she becomes a target..." Sam exhaled slowly, getting angry just thinking about the possibility that some asshole would even attempt to do harm to his love.

Dwight put an easing hand on his son's shoulder, "Calm down son. None of this is ever easy. After my incident your mother damn near had a nervous breakdown every time I left the house. But, she's not going to wait forever."

"The thought of something happening to her or Renee makes me angry more than anything, but she has Gage, and I doubt anyone would try anything this soon" Gerrard commented.

Gage was the bodyguard Gerrard forced Mercedes to take. He told her that because he was such an important business man, that people might try to harm them. Bodyguards were obviously useful, but the odds of dying from a hit were still high. Sam learned that the hard way after his father was shot in the head and slept in a coma for two weeks.

"Now go get her from that fucker and do that little secret meeting shit you guys always do." Gerrard motioned for Dwight to join him as they walked away to talk with their wives, Renee and Mary. Sam set down his drink and made his way to her.

Mercedes knew she was being watched by him. She probably pissed him off dressing like a softer version of Jessica Rabbit. He specifically asked her to not dress all fancy for his party, but of course she did the opposite. She liked to piss him off and test his limits, it always ended so amazing, and 99% of the time, they never remembered what the hell they were even fighting about as they clung to each other's sweaty and fatigued arms. He was her first and only love, but her best friend first. Their families did everything together ever since she could remember. So whenever she wanted a play date, Sam would be there. Of course they had to compromise whenever she wanted to play barbies and he wanted to play wrestling. In junior high their parents told them that they should find another game to replace wrestling. Mercedes didn't understand why at first, until she did a sneak attack and jumped on top of Sam. His face turned red and he said he had to go home and ran away. When Mercedes told her mom what happened, her mom laughed and told her Sam was just going through some changes and that she would too soon enough. After their health class, aunt flow, and many books and diagrams later, Mercedes and Sam decided to retire from wrestling.

In high school, she and Sam were inseparable. She attended all of his football games and he attended all of her glee recitals. It wasn't until Senior year when she told Sam that she was going on a date with popular jock Anthony Rashad. That's when Mercedes noticed a change in Sam's mood. He got short with her and almost fought Anthony in the locker room, and he just so happened to show up on her date at the movies with the popular cheerleader Quinn Fabray in hand. It wasn't enough that Mercedes was stuck sitting between Anthony and Sam, but watching Quinn feed Sam popcorn made her stomach turn, she also had the urge to deck Quinn in her face. When Anthony put his arm around Mercedes, she saw that Sam didn't even try to hide the fact that he was openly staring at them and not watching the movie. After the movie ended, Sam and Anthony got into a heated argument over who should take Mercedes home. Quinn, very offended that Sam would just discard her her like that, grabbed Anthony's hand and convinced him to take her to a party and leave Mercedes behind with Sam.

When Sam and Mercedes arrived at her gated home, Mercedes turned to Sam, punched him on the arm, and got out to disarm the gate. She stormed up to her front door and reached to open it, when she was whipped around and practically suffocated by his lips on hers. After he pulled away they stared at each other, until her front door opened revealing their parents clapping and cheering. Their dads took out their wallets and handed their wives several $100 bills. Renee saw the perplexed looks of Sam and Mercedes' faces and said, "Yeah, we betted on when you two would finally get together, and Sam, I love you forever for doing this before Prom night!" She and Mary counted their money, and walked away laughing at their husbands.

Up until Dwight's shooting, nothing really threatened to end their relationship. It happened at the beginning of Sam's junior year in college, Dwight and his men were ambushed, Dwight taking a shot to the head, while his men were lucky enough to only be hit in less serious places. Sam ignored Mercedes the first week of Dwight's coma. He was aware of what his father and Gerrard did, had been since he graduated high school, but Mercedes wasn't, so as far as she knew, Dwight's shooting was a classic case of wrong place, wrong time. Sam ignored all of her phone calls, and only hung with Gerrard and his father's associates to figure out who was behind the shooting and take care of them.

They finally tracked down petty thugs responsible, but Gerrard told his men to save the shooter for Sam. Sam tried his hand at interrogating the guy, but the guy laughed and spat in his face. He said Sam was a pussy like his father and he didn't have the big boy balls to kill him. Gerrard handed a silently seething Sam a handkerchief, a handgun followed soon after. The guy continued to laugh and tell Sam his father was going to rot in hell. Those were the last words to come out of his mouth before Sam put a bullet between his eyes.

Mary and Sam decided to stay with the Jones the second week of Dwight's coma. That night after Sam committed his first murder, he showered for what seemed like an eternity and got into bed with a still hurt and pissed off Mercedes. He woke up throughout the night to vomit, images of the man's dead corpse mocking him in his dreams. Each trip to the toilet, Mercedes would accompany him and rub his back fluently. He cried himself to sleep in her arms as she sung various spiritual songs with her chin resting in his damp hair. The next morning Sam told Mercedes he was having a hard time dealing with his father's shooting. He hated lying to her, but if Mercedes didn't know anything then she couldn't say anything..to the cops, or anybody else that would probably come sniffing around. Sam took his father's position as the boss as his father recovered from his coma. Now that Dwight was fully recovered, he appointed Sam to junior boss of their empire. Both Sam and Mercedes graduated from NYU, Mercedes obtaining her degree in Human Resources, and Sam having a degree in Engineering.

Sam gave a vexed look to her and Geno and walked past them out of the ballroom. Mercedes suddenly had goosebumps and excused herself from Geno. She walked out and walked down the hall, the only sound heard were the clicks of her heels against the hard floor. She felt strong hands grab her and smiled immediately.

"What the hell are you wearing?"

Mercedes bit her lip, she loved it when he got riled up. "A dress."

Sam kissed her roughly against the cold wall, both of his hands braced on either side of her head. Mercedes wrapped her now heated arms around his neck, fighting the appeal to moan, and possibly being caught by another guest. Sam pulled back, a small smile on his reddened lips, "Smart ass."

"You love me anyway."

"I always will", He wrapped her up in his arms and slowly rocked her side to side.

She looked up at him and said, "Prove it"

Sam sighed and kissed her forehead, "Merce, you will get your ring, your wedding, your dress, and your honeymoon. I just have to get my shit together and develop a stable foundation for myself, ok?'

She rolled her eyes and pouted, "I don't care about those things, I can buy my own ring, I just want you officially. I want your last name and I want you to impregnate me, or else."

Sam laughed at her trying to be tough, "Ok tough guy, you're only twenty-two years old!"

"I don't care, I know what I want, why waste time when we can start now and have the rest of our lives to be happy?"

"It'll happen, look." Sam positioned his left hand like he had a notepad in it and positioned his right like he was writing something down, "Ok, love each other, check. Ruin each other for other people, check. Fuck so good a porn star would envy, check, mmhmm nope, triple check."

Mercedes covered her mouth to hush her giggling. Sam smiled and continued, "Get married and start a family, this is the next thing to check off the list, and it will happen, just be patient with me. Let me get my shit together so I can make sure we and our kids are going to be taken care of for many years to come."

"Sam this is the 21st century, I can wear the pants now and be the breadwinner."

Sam took her hand and twirled her around in a slow circle, "But you look so fucking good in a dress."

Mercedes smiled and playfully punched his broad chest, "Fine I'll wait, but I will not be a housewife, just so were clear."

"You're too hot to be a desperate housewife. A naughty soccer mom, nowthat I can see." Sam silenced her snickers with his lips and hugged her tightly. "Just promise me no matter what, you'll always love me. I don't know what the fuck I would do if anything happened to you" He said into her hair.

"I promise" she replied muffled in his chest.

Unbeknownst to them, someone lurked in the shadows witnessing the entire interaction. The person walked out of the Evans estate and into their personal car. As the driver pulled out and into the city, the mysterious guest pulled out a phone and pushed the speed dial, "Hey, I know a way to break down the Evans and the Jones. Her name is Mercedes Jones."