Suzi and Michelle had immediately started looking a dresses. After an hour of searching they narrowed it down to a choice of three styles. Michelle trusted Suzi's sense of fashion. The whole thing to her was a dream come true. She was going to have her day as a bride. She wanted everything to be perfect.

Suzi had screamed when Michelle asked her to be her bridesmaid. She was a professional woman, but a woman above all. Most women loved weddings. They discussed Sam at length while they were planning what they would want for the wedding.

"I'm so lucky to have him. He's the most caring wonderful man I have ever met. You come from one hell of a family Suzi. I'm looking forward to meeting your mum."

"She's off somewhere with Greenpeace at the moment, hopefully she will be back next month."

"What was your Dad like Suzi?"

"Oh, he was the strong and thoughtful type. Sam is just like him. I'm so glad Sam found you. He needed someone as nice as you. He has a problem seeing the bad in people. I told him Fiona was borderline psychotic, but he wouldn't listen. He thinks he can fix everyone."

Michelle smiled and said.

"Yeah, that's my Sam."

"Right Michelle, let’s talk hen parties then bridal lingerie."

She gave Michelle a sexy wink and started to look up some local venues.

Fiona had stopped for some fuel at the petrol station just outside Hertford. She had an open bottle of Jack Daniels next to her on the seat. As she return to her car she sat down and took another swig. Her head span, but she drove the last mile to Sam's house.

She pulled up outside and snorted a line of cocaine. It mixed with the alcohol in her brain and gave her a false sense of confidence. In her head it was all straight forward. She would ask Sam for the money or she would tell everybody about his sordid love affair with that disgusting little tranny. The fact that she had already tried this. and failed, never occurred to her. She would take the gun in as persuasion, in case he refused.

Fiona saw Sam's car outside, so she walked to the door carrying the shotgun inside a coat in her left hand. She knocked at the door and waited. It was almost five, Michelle was expecting a pizza that she had ordered. She opened the door and turned around without looking who was there.

"One second, I'll just get my purse."

Fiona pushed through the door and into the hallway. She kicked the door closed with her foot.

"Well look who it is, little Miss tranny pants. He's not got sick of you and dumped you for a real women yet then?"

Suzi had heard Fiona and rushed into the hall.

"Oh, the lezzy shrink as well, what are you two up to? Starting a coven?"

"Piss off Fiona, you have no right to be here. Sam's divorced now, he's free of you." Suzi said.

"He can be, all he has to do is pay me two hundred thousand, and I'll stay out of his life forever."

Michelle couldn't keep quite when she heard that.

"You tried that already, you sent your poison emails, and you know what? No one cared. The world is moving away from pure hate of anyone different. There are still a lot like you, but none of Sam's friends care. So you can do your worse."

Fiona saw red. It wasn't going to plan, this should have been easy.

"Where's Sam? You don't get to talk to me like that. You want my worse, fucking fine, you got it."

Fiona dropped the coat. Michelle and Suzi saw the gun, and backed into the living room. Fiona followed pointing the shotgun at Michelle.

"Whare is he? Where's that tranny loving excuse for a man?"

"He's at work, he won't be back until tomorrow." Michelle said. Hoping Fiona would just leave.

"His fucking car's outside, don't lie."

"He has a small electric car now.”

"Huh, that figures, fake car, fake woman. He really is going down market."

Suzi could see Fiona was at the very least drunk. She knew anything could happen. She saw the barrel of the shotgun wavering.

"Listen Fiona, when he comes back, I'll ask him to call you. I'm sure he will help you out. There is no need for anyone to get hurt."

"No, I think we'll just wait until he comes home. Sit down both of you."

Fiona shut the door behind her.

After a few moments there was a knock on the door.

"Pizza, anyone home?"

"Ignore it, just stay where you are. Fucking pizza, you really are low class scum aren't you Micheal?"

They could hear a muffled conversation from outside. Sam strode into the living room carrying two pizza boxes.

"Don't worry girls, I paid."

Sam took in the worried faces, then turned to his left and saw Fiona pointing the small .410 shotgun at him.

"What the hell's going on Fiona?"

"Over there Sam. Sit next to rest of your weird family. A tranny, a lezzy and a poof. A real bunch of freaks."

Sam could see the anger flash in Michelle's eye's. He hoped she wouldn't do anything stupid.

"Fiona what do you want? Let's stay calm and talk about it."

"Right then, Sammy boy. Two hundred thousand, in my account now, or you get to choose which of these bitches I kill.

"You wouldn't do that Fiona, you're not a killer."

"You don't know what I'm capable of Sam. I married a weak excuse of a man for money didn't I?"

That stung Sam. He had guessed that was why she married him. He had loved her at first, he thought she had loved him.

"I don't have that much money. I paid off the mortgage on this place as a wedding present for Michelle. I only have nine thousand left. You can have that if you will leave."

Fiona snapped.

"You fucking queer. You go from being married to a real woman, to marrying that fucking tranny freak. I should shoot your fucking cock off."

The shotgun swung towards Sam. Michelle panicked at seeing Sam being threatened. She rushed to defend her man. Michelle reached Sam and was about to push him out of the way when the gun went off.

The room filled with the stench and smoke of the gunpowder. Screams erupted. Sam saw Fiona eject the cartridge and pull another out of her pocket. He felt the wound on his leg, wet and bloody. He leapt in front of Fiona as she put the new cartridge in. He drew back his fist and hit her as hard as he could. His fist went numb with pain as it connected with her . Sam was sure he heard a crack, he must have broken her jaw.

Fiona slid down the wall unconscious. He turned to see Suzi screaming.

"Michelle no!"

Michelle was on the floor moaning. Sam's training took over. She had damage to her groin and her femoral artery. He applied pressure to the wound to try and stop the bleeding.

"Get an ambulance Suzi!"

He could hear Michelle's breathing slow. She would need CPR soon.

"Sam you're bleeding, let me take over."

"Suzi please apply pressure here. I need to administer CPR."

The surgeon in him had taken over, he was all business, trying to save the life of his patient. As he breathed for her he noticed the tears falling from his eyes onto Michelle's face. He worked tirelessly to keep her alive. He could feel himself slowly growing cold. His own blood loss was taking it's toll.

The paramedics arrived and quickly assessed the situation. Sam refused treatment until he saw Michelle was intubated. He passed out in the ambulance as it sped toward Harlow hospital.

Sam woke as the paramedic bandaged his leg. He looked across and saw Michelle hooked up to the ECG. Her heartbeat was faint, then, to his horror, it stopped. Sam fought to stay conscious as he heard the steady tone that meant Michelle's heart had stopped.

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