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“Angel, calm down. You’re safe. Slater and I are here.” At the sound of Brock’s voice, she stopped her struggles.

Slowly easing her eyes open, she blinked at the bright lights. Sammy gazed around her at the stark white walls, pausing when she came to the window and a table filled with bunches of flowers, balloons, and two teddy bears. Slater sat on her right and Brock on her left.

“Beautiful, you had us scared there for a while.”

Sammy moved her head to Slater, wincing at the ache it caused her. She needed to know if she’d done what she said she would. She didn’t know how she’d live with herself if she’d killed a man, evil or not. “Did I kill him?”

Brock came into her vision next to Slater. “No, angel, he’s alive.”

Sammy sighed, only to give a pitiful cry as a piercing sharp stinging ran through her. Brock left her line of vision, and she heard him yelling from the door. Slater’s fingers caressed her cheek. She needed to know if she was safe now. “Am I safe? Greg can’t touch me? Will he go back to jail?”

“Oh Samantha, my love, my beautiful mate. Don’t worry, you are safe. Greg won’t ever touch or come near you again. This I promise you.”

Sammy could feel the tears falling down her cheeks. She believed Slater. She now knew she was strong enough to defend herself and the people she loved. She’d won.

A nurse came in, pressed buttons on the machines behind her, and then she injected something into her IV. Sammy’s pain eased, and she felt like she was floating. Her eyes drooped, and she giggled at the free feeling. Because she was free. She was stronger than she thought she could ever be. Thanks to her two men, Slater and Brock, Sammy had overcome her fear of Greg and what he did to her.

A peace settled into her as she felt Brock and Slater sit on either side of her holding her hands. “I love you two so much. Thank you for being mine.”

Sammy had her men, and she knew she was safe. Letting the drugs the nurse had given her take fully over she closed her eyes and let sleep take her.

Epilogue

Slater checked they had everything one last time, passports, luggage, and flight information. He and Brock were starting back at work in a week, but before they had to leave Sammy alone again, they’d organized a surprise for her.

Sammy had slowly healed. The bruises were now gone. She still had aches and her head pained her, but thanks to the mate bond she’d healed quicker and would make a one hundred percent recovery.

Brock’s mother Adelea had recovered, but she’d been so close to death it had taken all her shifter strength. It had put her out of commission for a while, but he had a feeling that had more to do with her pride. Adelea was only now starting to get involved with her children again, and she’d been much nicer, like nearly dying had her turning over a new leaf trying to be nice, well nice for Adelea.

Slater’s mother and father had stepped in helping everyone as much as possible. Even his brothers had helped with his restaurants, and they taught self-defense classes. Neither he nor Brock would leave Sammy.

Brock had taken Sammy out this morning to visit Sandy and Susie. Sammy’s friend Jane had come over and spent the morning packing for Sammy. Jane had just left, and Sammy and Brock would be home any second he hoped, as the limo was due to arrive soon.

Slater heard the front door open, and Sammy growled.

“I mean it, Brock. I can walk. If you don’t give me at least breathing room, I’m going to kick your arse. For the millionth time today, I’m fine. In fact, I feel great, fan-fucking-tastic.”

Slater chuckled. He and Brock had learnt that Sammy was no pushover. She knew what she wanted, and Sammy told them how she felt and didn’t hold anything back. Sammy marched into the lounge room where he sat next to three large suitcases.

“What is going on? Where are you going?” Sammy eyed the suitcases before turning her gaze to him.

“You mean where arewegoing?” Slater got up and pulled Sammy into his embrace. “It’s a surprise.” He leaned down and kissed her. Sammy melted into him wrapping her arms around him.

Brock cleared his throat. “We have to go.”

Slater let go of Sammy. “Let’s go, beautiful.” He got two suitcases, leaving one for Brock to get, and went down the stairs. Sammy followed close behind him.

“I haven’t packed anything. We can’t go anywhere.”

“Angel, while we were gone Jane came around and packed,” Brock said.

“Hey, hang on. What do you mean Jan—” Sammy broke off as she saw the Hummer limo sat out the front. “Oh. My. God.” She squealed and ran to the door, opened it, and got in.

“Well, I guess she’s excited.” Brock laughed.

They put the luggage in the boot and got in with Sammy. She bounced around the lavish leather interior.

“I always wanted to have a go in one of these. They are so cool.”

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