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I think it's time you propose to my
daughter, Harrison.

You've proven yourself as a top -level
executive.

And it's time to, uh, move you into the
CEO position.

Conrad, I'm honored that you think of me
this way. In fact, I'd hoped this would

be the end result of my time with
Samantha.

Her mother has already chosen an
engagement ring that she knows is

taste, so that saves you from that
tedious task.

Just put the ring on her finger and...

Cassandra will start the wedding
preparations.

I'm not going to marry you, so don't
bother asking.

I am not a piece of property that you
can use to secure a business deal.

Don't you think you're overreacting?

Hardly. I don't love you, and you don't
love me.

I care about you, Samantha.

That's enough for me.

Well, it's not enough for me.

I deserve better, and I will not marry
you. Stop being so dramatic, Samantha.

The arrangements have been made. You and
Harrison will be getting married.

Well, it's going to be hard to have a
wedding without a bride.

Where are you going?

I don't know. But I'm leaving this house
and I'm not coming back until you

accept that I will not marry someone
that I don't love.

If you walk out that door, you leave
with nothing but the clothes on your

Samantha. You can't leave.

Why don't we have Maggie make us a cup
of tea and we can talk about it? There's

nothing to talk about. I love you,
Mother, but I won't be bartered in a

deal and I won't marry some man I don't
love. Don't be ridiculous, Samantha.

You can't possibly mean to leave all
this.

Well, my life has to mean more than
this. You're not going to get very far

before you realize what a huge mistake
you've made.

Well, that's a chance I'll have to take.

Hi. Where can I take you tonight?

To your favorite bar.

The place that goes to the bit on the,
um, unrefined side.

That's exactly what I'm counting on.

Last call.

Tara.

There's a cupcake.

I have no idea.

She slid onto the barstool, asked me for
the dirtiest name drink on the menu. So

I give her a royal fuck.

She towns it in one gulp. Tells me to
keep him coming. The stronger and

the better.

Now she's getting a deep throat.

Thanks.

See you later, Saint.

Good night, Ted.

Charlie, be safe out there, guys.

Hey, Tara, I got that.

You got a midterm tomorrow. Go home,
study, get a good night's sleep.

Thank you.

Let me get the blonde to close out her
tab and then I'll head out. Don't worry

about it. I'll take care of her. Of
course you will. Thank Clay. I will take

care of her like I would any other tipsy
patron. She will pay her tab. I will

call her a cab. The cab will take her
home.

Making sure she gets home safely is all
part of my responsibility as owner of

this bar.

Nothing more.

Justify it all you want. Thank Clay. But
you're a good guy. Good night, Tara.

See you tomorrow.

Elijah, walk Tara to her car on your way
out.

Thanks, buddy. Good work today. Bye.
Bye.

You.

You are...

so freaking hot i think that i need
another

royal or

maybe

you can give me a screaming orgasm you
know i've never asked the guy for a

screaming orgasm but this one was so
good that i think I need another. I

you've had enough royal fucks and
screaming orgasms for one night,

Cupcake? I love cupcakes.

I love to eat them and I love to make
them.

And when no one's looking, I like to
lick the frosting.

That, uh, that blowjob was very, very
tape.

Tasty, too. So maybe I could have
another one of those.

Well, I'm sorry, but the bar is closed
and it's getting late.

So if you'd like to settle your tab,
maybe we can get you on your way home.

Careful with your bag.

It didn't work, did it?

No. Do you have another form of payment
you'd like to use?

Nope, none of them will work.

He actually did it.

My father completely cut me off.

This room is starting to spin, and I...
I think your face is getting a little

fuzzy. Uh, Samantha, maybe... Maybe I
can have your cell phone and I can call

somebody.

I got rid of it. I don't want my father
to find out where I am. Okay, okay.

Well, um, can I see your ID? I can look
up your address and have somebody take

you home. It's okay.

No, no, no. I can't go home. Don't make
me go home.

Oh.

Oh, my God.

What did I just do? I don't have
anything. I don't have any money.

I have nowhere to go.

Oh, it's okay. It's all right.

I'm so tired and I don't know what to
do.

Okay.

Oh, all right, all right, okay.

Okay, it's all right.

No, no, no, no, it's okay.

Careful, careful.

The stairs here, okay?

Yeah, yeah.

It's okay.

Let's take a step.

All right, hang on, hang on a second.

We're just going to walk straight back
there to the couch, okay? Okay? To the

couch. Come on.

You okay?

Okay, sorry, it's okay. I don't feel so
good. Okay. Come on cupcake you and

you're going to the bathroom. Let's go

I think that we need to take a shower.

I need to take a shower. Okay, I'll tell
you what. How about I give you a fresh

shirt and you can lay down on my bed and
take a nap? No, I stink.

Oh, yeah, you do.

And there's stuff in my hair. And if I
don't get a shower, I'm going to be sick

again from that smell.

Okay.

Okay, I'm going to take this off, all
right?

There we go.

Oh, uh, leave it.

No, no.

Well, you don't have to be so grumpy.

Okay.

There we go.

You're so cute.

Okay, let's get the jewelry on. Okay.

Oh. There we go.

We're going to need to watch out, too,
okay?

There we go.

Okay.

You are...

Okay. Let's do this.

We're going to do it? No, no.

We're going to take a shower, and I'm
not letting you get in there when you

barely stand up on your own. Okay. Come
on.

I got you. I got you. Stand right here.

All right.

Okay, you good? Yeah. Good.

How about that? I'm just going to hang
on one second. I'm just going to take

your, um... I'm going to take this off.
There we go.

Good, good, good.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay,

I might... I might take these off now.
That's all right.

Thank you for taking care of me

I think you've had enough royal fucks
and screaming orgasms for one night,

cupcake.

Good morning.

Hi.

Have a seat.

How are you feeling?

Better than last night, but my hounding
head and my sore body are clearly

protesting all the drinks I indulged in.

Yeah.

You're definitely a cupcake.

Why do you keep calling me that?

Because you're lightweight and you can't
handle your liquor.

Coffee?

Sure.

Cream if you have it. I sure do.

Oh, you're going to need something in
your stomach. Maybe some toast.

Thanks.

I don't even know your name.

I'm Clay.

Clay Kincaid.

I'm Samantha.

So the bar is yours?

Yeah.

How did your cat lose its eye?

I found her out behind the bar when she
was just a kitten.

That left eye was pretty infected.

The vet had no choice but to take the
eye and stitch it shut.

And you kept her?

Yeah, she needed a home.

I... I'm really sorry about last night.

Which part?

Well, all of it, but especially the part
where I got sick and you had to deal

with me staying here because I have
nowhere else to go.

Where are you planning on going this
morning?

I don't know, but I'm not going back
home.

Samantha, are you in some kind of
trouble? Last night you said something

your dad cutting you off and you had to
get rid of your cell phone because you

were afraid somebody was going to find
you. Yeah, I know that sounds bad.

I am not in any trouble and I am not in
any danger.

But it is true that I don't want my
father to know where I am.

Why not?

Have you ever heard of Jameson Global?

You're Samantha Jameson.

Last night, I found out that my father
expects me to marry a man that I've been

dating for the past eight months.

His name is Harrison Blackwell III, and
my father has been grooming him to be

CEO, which apparently comes with the
stipulation of Harrison marrying me to

the company and the family.

And you're upset that I'll be marrying
you for a promotion?

No, I'm furious that my father is
demanding that I marry someone that I

love. Demanding?

Yes, demanding as in not giving me a
choice in the matter and expecting me to

fall in line with his wishes and do as
I'm told.

Being the daughter of Conrad Jameson
comes with certain obligations, one of

which is obviously an arranged marriage.

I won't let anyone dictate who I spend
the rest of my life with, especially not

my father.

So you ran away from home.

That sounds... so juvenile, but yes,
that is 100 % accurate.

Honestly, I should have left a long time
ago, and I hate that I've let my

parents run my life this long.

Okay, so now that you ran away, what do
you plan on doing?

I don't know. I didn't really have a
plan beyond getting away.

I know that I don't have the right to
ask this, but could I stay here until I

figure things out? I won't be in your
way and I can sleep on your couch and I

swear you won't even know I'm here.

I have no money, no place to stay. I
can't even buy a meal or a hotel room.

Obviously, I didn't think things through
last night, but I don't regret leaving

home and I am determined to make it on
my own.

I could work in your bar and make some
money until I...

Have enough to get a place of my own,
which shouldn't take too long.

Please?

Uh,

Samantha, I don't think that's such a
good idea. Please, Clay, I just need

someone to give me the chance to prove
myself.

Consider yourself hired as a bar
waitress.

You can start tonight and you can stay
here until you can figure out a place of

your own.

I'm going to call Katrina. She's my
brother's best friend. She'll take you

shopping for some clothes and
toiletries.

I will pay you back for everything.

Thank you.

Thank you Clay.

Well, you didn't seem to mind a few
moments ago.

I'm not a gentleman, Samantha.

I don't do soft and gentle and sweet.

I like to control and fuck so hard and
deep that you'll scream and be sore the

next day.

What?

What if that's what I want?

That's not gonna happen.

If you're going to be staying here, we
need to set some rules.

I am 26 years old, and I have spent my
entire life following rules. I am done

with rules.

I am done being a straight -laced good
girl when the woman in me wants passion

and excitement and a man that can give
me both.

I'm not that man.

You're being wild and rebellious now
that you've got a little freedom.

And you like the way that feels.

But there's no way I'm going to let you
do something that you're going to

regret.

Thank you so much for the dress.

Yeah, it's not a problem.

Though I have to say, I've never known
Clay to let a woman spend the night at

his place, let alone move in so quickly.

Oh, well, I'm only staying here
temporarily until I figure some things

know the whole, um, Clay thing, staying
with him and working at the bar, it

seems odd.

Oh, it's not odd at all. It's what St.
Clay does.

He takes care of people.

We gotta get going.

I have two hours until Mason accepts me
back at the shop.

So honestly, I can kiss my ass for
making such a demand. I'm not his

slave.

Mason?

That's one of Clay's brothers.

And then there's also Levi, the youngest
of the three.

Are they close?

Yeah, they're really close.

The three of them have been through so
much shit together, there's nothing they

wouldn't do for each other.

Yeah, I met Mason when I was 14, and we
went to the same high school.

We bonded over something in common, and
we've pretty much been best friends

since. So you guys work together now?

I work for him.

He owns a tattoo shop a few streets
over, Inked.

I manage a place, do accounting, and...

Pretty much keep a shit together.

Occasionally I draw artwork for clients,
but I don't do the actual tattooing.

Oh, did Mason dwell to this butterfly?

Um, no.

Somebody else did.

Well, they're beautiful.

Thank you.

Come on, let's spend some of Clay's
money.

I just need the basics to get me through
my first paycheck.

Oh, trust me, you're going to have money
before your first paycheck.

A pair of tight -fitted jeans.

to wear with a Kincaid T -shirt, and I
guarantee the guys coming to the bar are

going to be throwing tips your way.

What the hell is she doing

here? And why is she wearing a bar
uniform?

Because she needed a job.

And since everybody's going to find out
anyway, yes, she is staying with me in

my apartment for the next week or so.

You've got to be joking.

I thought you were just going to help
her out like any other tipsy bar patron.

Make sure she got home and all that.

Hey, ready to get started.

Where do you need me?

Since Clay seems incapable of speaking
at the moment, I'm Tara.

Hey, I'm Samantha.

Okay, let's have Amanda give you a crash
course on what to expect tonight.

Taking drink orders, everything.

That would be great.

Amanda, she's going to help you out for
the first few hours, but after a certain

point we're going to be slammed and
you're going to have a section all to

yourself.

Good thing I'm a quick learner.

You just couldn't resist

helping out that damsel in distress,
could you?

Don't worry about it. It's not going to
be here very long. Why is that?

She's never worked a day in her life in
a bar. She has no idea what she's in

for.

So you think tonight's rowdy crowd is
going to scare her back to wherever the

hell she came from?

That's the plan.

Is there something going on between you
two?

What? Because for a minute there, while
you were staring at her like a deaf

mute, it looked like you were going to
vault yourself over the bar and tackle

her and do all sorts of dirty things to
her. Okay, you have quite an

imagination. Just be careful, Clay.

Nothing is going on!

Okay, you know what? This conversation
is over. I'm going to go see if Hank

needs any help in the kitchen before
happy hour starts.

He's stubborn, huh? I heard that.

Hey, Hank.

Elijah, you guys good back here?

Oh, yeah.

We good, boss?

Bicycle, have that for me.

Good.

Okay. We're really cool, so they're
going to try to go... That's what

trying to do.

That's how many you enjoy?

And here's your beer.

Oh, thanks.

Jesus, Clay.

This gal's going to scare away
customers.

Or maybe that's your intention, to
intimidate the hell out of every guy in

so they don't touch your shiny new toy.
She's not my shiny new anything.

What are you doing here, anyway? You
never come in for ladies' night. I'm

providing moral support.

For some men?

Yeah, I thought it'd be nice for her to
see a familiar face tonight.

I take it you guys hit it off today?

She's actually really nice.

For a rich girl.

And you know she's rich based on what,
exactly?

Well, when I picked her up, she was
carrying a $3 ,000 Louis Vuitton purse.

Hey, can I get two glasses with me?

Here you go. You got it.

Clay. Tessa.

Everything okay?

Your brother is in the women's restroom
banging some chick when I really need to

pee right now. Mason.

Who else? You obviously think that Levi
would do anything so indecent. Look,

since he's not talking to me, can you
please just go over there and take care

the problem? Yes.

Well,

about damn time, Romeo.

What the fuck were you doing in the
women's restroom?

It's called getting laid.

You should try it sometime, big brother.

Might improve your testing mood, meddle
you out some. My mood is fine. I don't

appreciate you being so crass to my bar.

If you were anybody else, I'd have you
thrown out on your ass.

Luckily, I'm in good with the owner.

Jesus, Mason, can't you be in your pants
for just one night?

Why would I do that, kitty cat?

I don't know, so you don't catch
something and your dick falls off?

Not gonna happen. Condoms first.

Always. You're gross.

And disgusting.

So you've told me many times before.

But you're my very best friend.

And I know deep down inside you secretly
love me despite all my faults.

Hey, I am so sorry. I punched in the
wrong order again.

I mean, who knew there were so many
Collinses? This guy wanted a John

Okay, so I know this is the fourth time
I have messed up my cocktail orders and

I am wasting your profits because you
can't resell the drinks. So just take

cost out of my paycheck.

It's all right, Cupcake. It's all part
of the learning curve.

Cupcake? Is that your name?

Looked damn sweet to me.

No. My name is Samantha.

That's the nickname Clay gave me because
I'm a lightweight when I'm drinking.

Did he now?

Samantha, this is Mason.

He's a man whore.

Ooh, careful, kitty cat.

You're starting to sound jealous. I'm
not jealous. I'm just telling Samantha

it is to keep her distance.

Because you, Mason Kincaid, are a slut.

Say that like it's a bad thing.

It was nice to meet you, Mason.

So you need help breaking in the new bar
waitress? Dude, don't be an asshole.

She's off limits. She's staying with
Clay.

Get the fuck out.

Are you serious?

Did you take in another stray and decide
to keep her, Saint Clay? It's only

temporary until she can figure out some
place on her own, okay? And before you

ask, no, we are not sleeping together.

Too bad for you.

Hmm.

I'll see you later, kitty cat.

No, I might be in late tomorrow morning,
depending on my night ends.

And that is why I don't come in on
ladies' nights.

No problem. You're doing great.

Yeah, I like that.

Bye -bye, Amanda.

Hi. Hi.

You doing all right?

No.

I feel like I'm hungover and I didn't
even drink tonight.

And my feet are killing me and I am
starving.

Did you have lunch before coming to
work? I had a burger at a fast food

with Katrina.

You should have taken a break and
ordered something from the kitchen.

eats for free during their shift.

I think I'm just going to lay my head
right down here and go to sleep.

Hang on. I'll be right back.

Thank you. I will eat in a second. I am
just finishing counting out my tips.

I had no idea how much money you can
make tip -wise because I've never done

this. But this is way more than I
anticipated.

Okay.

So, this is for the clothing and the
toiletries I bought today.

And I'm hanging on to a little bit for
incidentals. But if I make this much

every night...

I should have paid you back in no time,
and then I can start looking for my own

place, and I'll be out of your way.

You did well tonight.

You sound surprised.

Maybe I am.

Picked things up pretty quick for not
having any. I will have you know that I

graduated summa cum laude from
Northwestern University with a degree in

political science.

Wow.

What do you use a big, fancy degree like
that for?

I don't.

I was thinking about going to law
school, but my parents nixed that idea.

You wanted to go to law school?

Well, I wanted to do something for me,
and that wasn't allowed.

After all, why do you need a law degree
if you're just expected to get married

and be some man's arm candy, stay at
home, and make babies?

So you don't want to get married and
have babies?

Yeah, of course I do. I just...

I want to do that with a man I'm in love
with and not someone who's been

handpicked for me.

I want, I need more for my life.

All right, I get your need to be self
-sufficient, but you don't want to be a

waitress the rest of your life.

You have to admit, it's kind of an
interesting start to whatever is to

Okay, if you could do anything, be
anything in the world, what would it be?

Would be a pastry chef.

Really?

Okay. When I was growing up, I used to
sneak into the kitchen and hang out with

our housekeeper, Maggie, when she was
making desserts. She taught me to bake

cakes and pastries and pies, and I loved
every

second of it. I actually went to
culinary school two years ago, and I was

certified as a pastry chef, but my...

My parents didn't take that seriously
either.

But you did go.

If it makes you happy, you should do it.

Well, I've seriously thought about it,
and I just think with no real job

experience as a pastry chef or anything
for that matter, I don't think

that a one -star restaurant would
consider hiring me, let alone a five

establishment.

You won't know unless you try it, right?

Yeah.

So, what about you? How did you end up
owning a bar?

Um, well, Jerry was the guy that owned
the bar.

And he hired me when I was 16.

God, I needed a job so bad.

He started me out sweeping floors,
taking out the trash.

You know, just general cleanup.

I worked my ass off, and the harder I
worked, the more he taught me about the

business.

He was like this father figure to me,
since I didn't really have one.

When I turned 21, he put me behind the
bar.

Taught me everything I know.

He was kind, caring, selfless.

God, he was the best.

You said was?

Yeah, he had a heart attack and passed
away when I was 24.

And that's actually how I found out that
I owned the bar.

He didn't have a wife, family, no kids.

You know, Katrina was right. You are
nothing like your brother, Mason.

Thank God I'm not like Mason. What
exactly did Katrina tell you about me?

She said that you are the responsible
one.

Yeah.

Why do people call you Saint?

Well, the nickname actually comes from
Mason. Believe it or not, he calls me

Saint because I have a tendency to help
other people.

Like Hank and Elijah and me.

have the better life before Jerry.

And now I'm fortunate enough to be in a
position where I can help a lot of

people, even if it's something as simple
as giving them a job.

I love how you see the good in people.

Well, it wasn't always that way.

Your life is so opposite.

of how i grew up i had everything handed
to me and i took it for granted

and i just i just in that world

everything was so superficial and i just
felt so suffocated

and every time that i tried to

better myself, or make a difference, I
was reminded that I'm a Jameson and

are expectations I have to live up to.

And what I want doesn't matter.

Well, look at you now.

All stubborn and rebellious.

Yeah. Yeah, I... I like how it feels.

I kind of like being a bad girl.

It feels... It feels quite liberating.

Touch me, Cliff.

Samantha, I already warned you this
morning.

What, that you're not a gentleman?

That you don't like it sweet or soft or
gentle?

Well, I don't need a warning, Clay. I
thought about it all day, what you said

me and about what you want to do to me.

And I asked myself if that's what I
want, too.

No idea what you want.

That's where you're wrong. I know
exactly what I want.

And I... I want you more than I've ever
wanted another man.

I am trying really, really hard not to
take advantage of what you're offering.

And that kiss this morning...

Just thinking about it makes me... Well,

that's definitely one of the things.

But it makes me think about everything
that I want.

Your mouth on me and your tongue giving
me pleasure.

And what it would feel like for you to
slip deep, deep inside of me.

I don't want to be a good girl anymore.

Clay, I want to be very, very bad with
you.

Saint Clay.

I'm not a saint, Cupcake.

Especially when it comes to fucking.

Well, that's a good thing because I
don't want a saint.

I want a sinner.

It's Lee.

And I'm going to go take a long hot
shower.

Are you coming?

No.

Not for a while.

You're afraid I'm going to have my
wicked way with you?

Not at all.

Okay, then.

Good night, Saint.

Good night, Cupcake.

You've got yours and I've got mine

I'm gonna break you

this time

Good night, guys. Good

to see you. You got it.

Hey.

Going upstairs.

Are you coming?

Uh, I'm gonna, um...

I'm going to have to stay down here and
do some work.

Okay.

than Delta Blue.

Hi,

Mom. I know you must be worried, but
please know I'm fine.

I found a job and I'm earning money. It
feels really good to be taking care of

myself for a change.

I hope to see you soon. I love you,
Samantha.

Need any help with that?

How long do you intend to avoid being
alone with me?

Before you're good.

Why does everyone think they know what's
best for me?

When does what I want matter?

Samantha, I'm not going to... Please
don't say no.

I'm a grown woman, Clay.

And I want you.

And I know that you feel the same.

You're eating me up with your dark eyes.

And even though you haven't touched me,
I'm getting wet just thinking about all

the things you want to do to me.

And all the things I want to do to you.

Take off your shirt so I can touch you.

You touch

all you want.

But when you're done, I'm in charge. Do
you understand?

You're so hot.

And hot.

And soft.

The thought of you is all that I know.

And I could wish for more.

Feeling your lips on mine in our own
paradise.

Up in the moonlight when our hearts are
twined. I never felt this, I

never felt this desire.

Stand up.

They died.

You don't want to?

No.

Take you to talk to Mason?

Not personally.

Though he did text me to tell me you
have a woman living with you.

You'd think big news like that would
come directly from you instead. She's

living with me in the way that you mean.

It doesn't matter why she's living with
you. The fact that you let a woman stay

in your place for more than one night is
quite shocking and fascinating.

Okay, she didn't have anywhere else to
go. I'm just helping her get back on her

feet. Oh, that's very charitable of you.

Hey, can I get two shots of whiskey and
a couple of... I take it she's the

gorgeous blonde over there? Yeah.

Sir, Samantha, also known as Cupcake.
Fuck Mason and his big mouth.

Did you really expect anything less of
Mason?

Hey, handsome, what can I do for you?

Uh, Samantha, this is my other brother,
Levi. He's a cop with the Chicago PD.

Hi, so nice to meet you. Likewise.

So you, you're their respectable
brother.

Excuse me? Katrina.

Ah. Ah, yes, I suppose I am the
respectable one, at least compared to

That's an understatement. There's a
reason why Katrina calls him a man

just think Mason hasn't found the right
woman yet.

That is an optimistic thought, even for
Mason. The man's got a point.

I have to go back to work. I'm sure I'll
see you around.

This one's different.

Isn't she? Whatever may or may not be
going on, it's just casual.

And only until she can figure out what
she's doing next.

Mm -hmm.

What?

Spit it out.

You're an idiot.

You're an idiot. I know what I'm doing.

You don't know shit.

I saw the way she looked at you.

And more importantly, I noticed the way
you looked at her.

Like you'd bolt over this bar if any guy
in this place so much as laid a hand on

her.

I've never seen such a possessive look
in your eyes.

That's how I know she's different.

And I barely know her.

Our mother didn't give us a reason to
trust women.

She didn't give a shit about us. And
Wyatt was even worse.

Bastard had no qualms being the crap out
of us. Shut up. How long are you going

to let what they did to us dictate your
future and happiness?

No one's perfect. Hell, everyone's got a
path.

But no matter what you think or feel
about what Wyatt did to you, you're a

person, Clay.

Stop stirring shit up.

If you just talk about it instead of
pretending like it never happened, maybe

you'd quit hiding behind this bar and
maybe you wouldn't let this one

woman get away.

Let it fucking go, dude.

I don't need a lecture.

And all that stuff has nothing to do
with any kind of relationship that I

with Samantha.

No.

It's holding you back from having any
kind of relationship at all.

You don't always have to be so strong
for everyone, Clay.

And you don't have to carry the burden
alone. If you remember, I was there too.

I fucking remember everything.

Now, if you're done analyzing me,
consider your way out. I have a lot of

do. Of course you do.

Have a good night, Clyde. Thank you for
screwing up my night, asshole.

You're welcome.

Hey, you okay?

I'm fine.

Hey, what are you doing here? I have a
delivery for you.

I didn't order anything.

You didn't, but Clay did. Or rather,
Clay told me what he wanted, and I did

the ordering.

There's no way he could pull this off
without me.

Bring it in, boys.

I didn't know what exactly you needed,
so I told the consultant at the store to

put together everything a new Paisley
chef would need.

Oh, my God.

So you should be well -equipped. I
pretty much cleared out the bacon aisle

the grocery store. This is too much. He
must have spent a small fortune.

Clay didn't hesitate when I told him how
much everything was.

Well, I have to go say thank you. Tell
you what, how about you start unpacking

everything, see what's inside, and I'll
go get Clay. Okay.

She liked everything?

Are you kidding me? She loved it. I
don't think I've ever seen a woman so

thrilled to get kitchen appliances as a
gift from a man.

Well, that was fun.

Thank you again for everything.

Yeah. Couldn't have done it without you.
It's my pleasure.

Anyway, I gotta run, but Samantha's
waiting for you upstairs, so go and

her excitement.

Okay. And for the record, I like her.

A lot.

I do, too.

Bye.

meet with your approval i can't believe
you did all of this for me well you want

to be a pastry chef you gotta be able to
bake i just supplied the means to make

that happen thank you so much clay

you have no idea what this means to me i
will pay you back for

everything every single cent i promise I
can't have the cupcake. You don't have

to patiently act like it's a gift.

I can't.

Okay, well, I'll tell you what. How
about you repay me by making me your

favorite dessert?

Well, my favorite dessert isn't anything
extravagant, but if you want, I can

make you something fancier, like a
chocolate profiterole or an eclair.

Do I look like somebody that eats
chocolate, whatever they're called, in

eclairs?

I want your favorite dessert.

Okay, will you?

Will you stay and keep me company?

Sure.

This is a lemon cupcake with a cream
curd inside and a melt -in -your -mouth

buttercream frosting whipped on top.

I guarantee it is the best thing you
will ever put in your mouth.

Well, maybe the second, third, or fourth
best thing, but definitely not the best

thing. You are so bad.

Oh, I can be even badder. You want me to
go on about those other things that are

sweeter than candy?

No, I want you to eat my cupcake. cake.

Well, I've already had a taste of the
best cupcake I'm ever going to have.

But if you sit on my lap, maybe I'll try
this lemon one.

Thank you for indulging me.

Better give me a bite quicker before I
change my mind and eat you instead.

When I was a kid... When you were a kid,
what?

Never mind. No, no, what?

Obviously something.

Were you not allowed to have cupcakes?

When I was a kid, I didn't know what
cupcakes were.

How is that even possible?

I mean, my brothers and I never really
had a birthday party.

The school we went to didn't allow
outside food, not even on special

We didn't have a TV, and all the
groceries we got were from a local food

The first time I saw a cupcake, I was
walking home from school. I was like

years old, and I passed by this upscale
bakery.

I looked in the window, and I could not
stop staring at it.

And that's when the woman inside came
out and chased me away.

Why would she do that to a little boy?

People in town saw me as this low -life
Kincaid.

This bastard child of a crack whore.

And having a poor, dirty little kid
outside your store isn't very good for

business.

I'm sorry.

It's a long time ago.

Well, I'll make you all the cupcakes
that you like.

Whenever you want.

You're the only girl.

I didn't think you need...

Actually... Oh,

bye,

Charlie! Night!

Take what's given just.

Here is all the money I owe you.

What are you doing?

Just a little inventory. What do you
have for me today?

This is a caramel fleur -de -feu.

Layman's terms, please.

Okay. It is two sweet meringue -based
cookies with a whipped caramel cream in

the center.

Meringue -based? Two less big words to
do.

Just try the dancing. Okay.

Every day you make something new.

And every day I swear it's my favorite,
but those, those are like a little taste

of heaven in my mouth.

Next to you, of course.

I need to talk to you.

Talking's overrated. Wouldn't you rather
ask to go upstairs and have me use my

mouth for anything?

How about after?

It's... Kind of something that's
important to me.

Okay. Okay.

First of all, thank you for letting me
borrow your laptop the past couple of

days. Oh, you're welcome, but that can't
be what's so important.

No.

And so I've been thinking and
considering all my options the past

move forward as a pastry chef? How does
someone with no experience get a job?

And what kind of environment do I want
to work in? And I just realized that I

don't want to work in a restaurant.

I want to work in a French bakery.

I can see you doing that.

You know, Mason came into the break room
the other day and he had one of those

French pastries you made with the
vanilla custard and the flaky whatever.

And after eating it, he said that he was
going to marry you.

And keep you in the kitchen baking him
pastries and pies all day.

And what did you say to that? I told him
over my fucking dead body.

So, I contacted this woman that my
mother used to hire to make pastries at

different events we had at the house.
And her name is Adeline. She owns a

bakery and a catering business in
downtown Chicago.

So I did my research, and I read all the
reviews, all of which are nearly five

stars.

She has a phenomenal reputation, so I
worked up the nerve, and I gave her a

call.

I didn't know you were looking for a
job.

Well, I didn't want to say anything
until it was more concrete.

Well, anyway, I gave her a call, and she
wants to interview me next week for a

position as a baker.

Great. That's exactly what you want.

Although I hate losing such a good
waitress.

Well,

there's something else I need to talk to
you about.

I... I'm going to look for my own place.

I've taken advantage of your generosity
for longer than I should have, and

you've been great, but it's really past
time.

I mean, it's no trouble having you stay
upstairs.

Are you sure you're in a position where
you can afford something like that?

Actually, yeah.

I pawned my necklace and my watch, and I
should have more than enough for rent

and other necessities so long as I
budget carefully.

Wow, you've been busy.

Well, I have to think about my future.

I can't stay here forever.

That must be the beer delivery.

I'm expecting.

Hell, well, well.

If it ain't Clay Kincaid.

All grown up with a bar of his very own.
Get the fuck out of here.

Is that any way to greet an old friend?
Get the fuck!

Out of my bar!

Not until we have a chat first.

Oh, boy.

Ain't that a fine little piece of ass
you got over there.

You always were a stupid little fuck,
weren't you? You come at me again, and I

swear to God I'll fucking gut you. Like
I should all those years ago.

Huh?

And then I'll make your little whore
watch you bleed out.

Go upstairs, Samantha.

Oh, don't worry, sweetheart. I ain't
gonna dab, lover boy.

Unless he gives me a reason to.

Hey, Katrina, you need to send Mason
over to the bar immediately. There's a

here that's threatening to kill Clay.

Call Levi, too.

You and I have nothing to talk about,
asshole.

I think we do.

I need some cash.

Fifty grand, to be exact.

And you are going to provide it to me by
the end of the week. Yeah, well, I

don't have that kind of money.

And even if I did, you're the last
person on Earth I'd give it to. So get

fuck out of my bar.

You will give me that cash, or whoop,
something bad's going to happen to this

bar.

Well, better yet, how about that sweet
little blonde of yours? You know, the

with the wide innocent eyes. I'll bet
you anything she will fetch at least 50

grand on the black market.

I should have killed you when I had the
chance.

Yes, you should have.

But you didn't.

And so here we are.

Nice little family reunion.

50 grand.

Make it happen. You got three days.

Or we could let natural collection take
its course.

Do not fuck with me on this.

Do not.

If you do, the consequences will be
brutal.

Three days.

I'll be in touch.

Where the fuck is he?

Where's Samantha? Is she okay?

She was down here when Wyatt came in and
saw him at his finest.

Fucking asshole.

I sent her upstairs. She called you? She
called Katrina.

She insisted on coming with us. I sent
her up to the apartment the back way so

Samantha wouldn't be alone.

Thank you. After all this time, what the
hell did he want?

Money.

Fifty grand to be exact. Somehow he
found out I own a bar and he needs a

infusion of cash and he thinks I'm going
to give it to him.

You should have killed him, Clive.

You know what would have helped you bury
the body?

Or feed him to the sharks?

Really?

You're such a fucking killjoy. I'm just
trying to save a pretty boy like you

from going to prison and becoming
someone's bitch.

I need a drink.

Quiet, huh?

Yeah.

You okay?

I'd be fine.

I thought you could use something
stronger than your normal pansy -ass

Orange juice, straight up.

Always a comedian, aren't you?

Thank you.

There's more, guys.

Wyatt gave me three days to come up with
the money.

He sounded desperate, so I'm assuming
he's in some kind of trouble.

Yeah, well, he can rot in hell for all I
care.

But you're not thinking of actually
giving him the money, are you? Well,

not my first option, but he did threaten
Samantha.

Said that he could get 50 grand for her
on the black market.

Jesus.

The fucker's into human trafficking now?
Well, we all know what he's capable of.

I wouldn't be surprised.

Bottom line is this. I can't keep
Samantha locked up in my apartment

And I don't want to give Wyatt what he
wants.

But if anything happened to her, it
would kill me.

Nothing's happening to her.

Let me run his name in the system.

I'm sure he's got a rap sheet a mile
long. Look, the next time he comes in

we take him into custody and bust him
for blackmail and extortion. So he gets

slap on the wrist? And he's back out on
the street in two weeks? It's not ideal.

But just give me 24 hours to see what I
can come up with.

I think feeding him to the sharks is
still the better idea.

Okay.

I don't care what happens to me. I just
need to know that she's going to be

okay. Consider it done.

I'll get eyes on her ASAP. Thanks.

Clay, it's me.

It's me.

Jesus, I'm sorry.

What are you doing up?

I couldn't sleep, just like you.

Tell

me how

you got those scars.

It didn't matter.

Every single thing about you matters to
me.

Including how you got those scars.

Was it that man that came in today?

Did he hurt you?

Leave it alone.

You don't have to keep everything
bottled inside of you.

My path is dark.

And it's ugly and it's twisted.

And the last thing I want is to put
images in your head that don't need to

there, so...

Leave me alone before I do something
we'll both regret.

I will never regret anything that I've
done with you.

Ever.

You asked about the scars on my back.

Yeah.

Will you tell me?

My mother was a...

Mason, Levi, and I, we all have
different fathers, all from a different

We never knew him.

We never had a man's influence on our
lives.

I mean, there were a lot of guys who
lived with us, but they were all

just like Ma.

And since she was never conscious or
aware enough to take care of us, I took

that on pretty young.

That must have been so hard.

I was six when Levi was born.

I always made sure he had his bottle.

Changed his diaper the best that I
could.

I made these cereal sandwiches for Mason
and I when we had food in the house,

but a lot of times we just went to bed
hungry.

Why didn't social services end up in?

We lived in a project.

My neighbors didn't care, so our mother
was never reported.

In her lucid moments when I would
complain, she... She put the fear of God

me.

So that if I told anybody, social
services would split us up forever.

That's awful.

So I went to school, and I was a good
kid because I was afraid if I did

wrong, I would lose my brothers.

I did what I had to do, raise Mason and
Levi the best way I could, and tried to

keep him out of trouble.

They were lucky to have you.

When I was 15, our mother got involved
with Wyatt.

He moved in, kept her doped up on pills,

pimped her out for cash, all while
running these shitty little side

And while he was out at night...

One of the things he'd do would be to
pin me down on the ground and

press a lit cigarette into my back,
burning these

holes.

That sick bastard would get off of me.

There were times that they would just
stand there watching helplessly.

I told them not to get involved.

And one day, our mother was arrested for
possession and solicitation.

It was her fifth offense, so she was
sentenced to 18 months. And somehow

that bitch was able to appoint Wyatt as
our legal guardian.

And the abuse got worse.

Why did she do that to you and your
brothers?

Who knows?

Probably made the most sense to her drug
-addled brain.

What happened to her?

She served three months, had a stroke,
and died.

That's when Wyatt decided that we were
now his property and that he was going

do whatever he wanted.

The thought of Wyatt being our legal
guardian until I turned 18 scared the

out of me.

Tell me.

I had Levi cornered.

He'd already backhanded him a few times.

I told Levi to run, and he locked
himself in the bathroom.

And then Wyatt came after me.

I pulled the knife, and there was so
much running through me.

I swore I was going to kill the fucker.

Why it was much stronger back then and
we just kind of locked I Pushed him

back and give him a nasty cut on the
side of his face.

You gave him that scar?

Yeah. I stabbed him in the arm too.

It was enough for him to realize that he
couldn't mess with us anymore and he

finally left.

I haven't seen him until today.

Your brothers were so young.

What did you do after Wyatt was gone?

Mason was 12 and Levi was 10.

I wasn't going to lose him to foster
care, so for the next couple months

turned 18, I worked any and every kind
of job I could just to pay the bills and

stay off the radar.

Went dumpster diving for food.

That's when Jerry saw me.

And he gave me my first job here at the
bar.

Gave me my first weekly paycheck.

Levi was a good kid. He tried to stay
out of trouble, but, man, what

a goddamn alien.

He was at it young, huh?

I think Mason was just testing me
because he was afraid I'd leave.

She was still mom.

We never had a dad, so... I think I'm

still dead, honey.

Your brothers are good men because of
everything that you did.

Except here we are, facing the man who
fucked all of us up.

I never thought I'd see him again.

Why are you packing?

Samantha.

I'm going home.

I... I don't understand. I thought you
were just going to give up what you were

fighting for?

It's what I need to do.

Okay. Well, I don't want you...

Leaving without some kind of security,
not without this issue with Wyatt

resolved. I called my father, and he's
sending over his private car and

security, so they should be here any
minute.

Clay. Clay.

Clay. Jesus.

I know Samantha Lieben has thrown you
for a loop, but I need you to pay

attention to what I'm about to tell you.
I'm fine. What'd you find out about

Wyatt? He has a warrant out for his
arrest.

For what?

First -degree murder.

What did he do?

About a year ago, a woman he was living
with who's been arrested numerous times

for drug possession solicitation was
found dead.

His DNA was all over the crime scene,
but they couldn't find him.

Well... Must have been laying low so
they couldn't catch him.

Whoever's after him now must be scarier
than going to prison. Well, the

detective work in the case is setting up
a sting to bring him into custody

whenever, wherever he tells you to meet
him.

There's more than enough evidence to
bring Wyatt into custody.

Murder's a capital charge, which means
life without parole.

He's gonna rot in prison.

All you need to do is let me know the
time and the place as soon as you hear

from Wyatt.

and the PD's gonna take care of the
rest.

Chancellery's gonna come here first.

Then tell them you gotta pick up the
cash, and you'll meet them somewhere

neutral. And then call me with the
details.

All right? Okay.

All right.

And once that's done, you need to keep
your ass here until I confirm we have

Wyatt in custody.

Got it? Got it.

Sorry, buddy. We don't open till four.

Oh, actually, I'm here to speak with
Clay Kincaid. It's me.

Mind if I come in for a few minutes?

Uh, sure.

What can I do for you, Mr... Blackwell.

Harrison Blackwell, the third.

So, Samantha told you about me.

Yes, she did.

What can I do for you?

I'm here to deliver a package.

And I wanted to meet the man that
Samantha has given up her new

for. Excuse me?

She didn't tell you, did she?

Tell me what?

Samantha called her father yesterday and
told him that she needed money

immediately. That you were in trouble
and that she wanted to help.

And Conrad Jameson, as you've already
surmised, struck a bargain.

Her return home, an agreement to marry
me, in exchange for giving you 50 grand.

The thing is, we've known all along
where Samantha has been.

The night she left, Conrad's security
firm found out exactly where she was.

They've updated Conrad daily, and when
she ended up moving in with you and

staying here, he was provided with a
full background report on you as well.

If Conrad knew where Samantha was, why
didn't he just come get her?

He saw something in your report that
assured him that you were trustworthy.

So, he figured that Samantha just needed
to sow some wild oats before she

settled down and married me.

For the sake of the investment firm.

Correct.

I know Samantha doesn't love me.

Quite frankly, I don't love her either.

She's too spirited.

She's way too independent.

And I know she'd be miserable in a
structured marriage like ours would be.

She wants her own life, her own career.

And the fact that she gave it all up and
agreed to her father's conditions in

exchange for this money tells me just
how important you are to her.

Why are you telling me this?

Despite everything, I'd rather see
Samantha living the kind of life that

wants to.

with the kind of person that's going to
support her and make her happy.

And that man is not me.

Have a good afternoon, Mr. Kincaid.

Thanks.

Wyatt.

Why,

Dawson, you're under arrest for murder.

Cuff him. Hands behind your back.

Clay Kincaid to see Conrad Jameson

Mr.

Jameson I Appreciate the money you sent
to help me out, but I'm returning all of

it.

I don't want it I don't need it.

In fact, you had to have known that I
was sitting on a couple of million

in the bank since you did a background
check on me, so why bother?

Two reasons, actually.

One, it worked to bring Samantha back
home. And two, I wanted to see what kind

of man you truly are.

Well, to be honest with you, sir, I'm
more than a little pith to find out the

money came with an ultimatum.

I was getting a little tired of waiting
for my daughter to come to her senses

and come home. So you blackmailed her?

She's my child.

I want the best for her.

Then let her make her own decisions. Let
her live her own life.

That is difficult for a man like me.

Well, sure, it's not about what you
want.

Hmm.

Just where do you think you fit into her
life?

Same answer, sir. It's not about what I
want either.

I would do anything to make Samantha
happy.

Happiness, the way you mean it.

It's overrated.

And you must be aware you're all wrong
for her.

Well, I may not be a member of your
investment firm or someone from your

circle, but I have never felt anything
as right as being with Samantha.

And you're confident that she feels the
same?

Yes, I am.

Let me tell you something, son.

I didn't like what I saw in your
background check.

Your past leaves a lot to be desired.

But the man you've become, despite how
you grew up,

impresses me.

I admire the way you have overcome
adversity, raised your brothers, helped

people who are less fortunate.

You took care of Samantha when a lesser
man would have taken advantage of her,

especially after finding out who she is
and what she's worth.

None of that matters to me.

No offense.

I believe you.

Still, I would rather she marry
Harrison. The firm will remain in the

family.

But here you are.

And about an hour ago, Samantha told her
mother and me that despite our

agreement, she was going back to you
tonight.

She's determined to be with you.

She's defiant, stubborn. She's
independent and proud, just like you.

I don't want to lose my only child,
which I will do if I try

to do anything to keep her away from
you.

I promise that I will do everything in
my power to give Samantha a good life.

I will protect her and respect her.

And be the kind of man who deserves to
be with someone as special as she is.

I'm counting on that.

I love you, daughter.

Do you mean it?

Cupcake, you should know by now that I
always mean what I say.

I love you.

More than I ever thought I could love
another person.

And I don't want to spend another day
without you in it.

Ever. Come here.

I love you so much, Clay.

There is no way I could stay away from
you.

I know.

That's right.

Get used to it, Dad.

I am so sorry.

Just don't ever leave me again.

Never.

Take me home.

Hey,

welcome back home, Samantha. Yeah. Oh,
thank you.

What are you baking for us tomorrow?

Get it!