Sam leaned on the wall in the dark basement behind Mercedes’ desk with his arms crossed. She was hunched over the desk in her chair, rubbing her temples. It was always a bad sign; it showed that she was irritated, and when she was irritated, someone was going to die.

“Sam?” she asked, her voice low and tinged with annoyance. The man being held by two workers in front of her desk was whimpering and trying to explain his situation further, but she wasn’t listening.

“Yeah?”

“I’m hearing a lot of excuses here when all I want to know is whether or not this young man has my money. I keep asking, and he keeps talking when I just need yes or no. Did he say he had the money?”

“No, babe. Pretty sure he didn’t,” Sam said, cocking his head and looking at the crying man before them.

“Can you ask him one more time? I don’t have the patience,” she said, her hands still on her temples and her eyes closed.

“Do you have the ten thousand?” Sam asked, training his green orbs on him.

“N-no! But I swear I can get it!” he wailed. Mercedes sighed and opened her eyes, giving one of the workers a wave of her manicured hand. He nodded, took out a Beretta 92FS with a suppressor attached to it and shot the man in the head. They dragged the body up the stairs and when the door shut, she let out a groan.

“Is it too much to ask for some competence every once in a while?” she asked, looking up at the blond.

“I know, I know,” he said, leaning down and pressing his lips to hers, putting his hand on the side of her face. He began sucking on her bottom lip and she moaned, pulling away slightly.

“I’m stressed,” she said against his lips. He grinned, moved in front of her and got to his knees, already able to smell her due to her lack of underwear. She instinctively opened her legs and he kissed his way up her inner thighs, leaving a few marks on his way to her opening. He smiled and gave her slit one lick from bottom to top, while she already forgot about the day’s events. She exhaled when he began licking around her clit in small circles. He pressed his lips against it and sucked, softly humming and letting the vibrations from his throat stimulate it as her fingers gripped a chunk of his blond hair.

When he slipped two fingers inside of her, she moaned and uttered several vulgarities, throwing her head back. She swore Sam was the only reason she didn’t crack under pressure every day and kill everyone around her. He was her anchor.