His Criminal Rogue Mate

Chapter Five

"Jacob, that doesn't mean lash out on everyone," Sam said, glaring at me, "no matter how bad they deserve it."

I scoffed, turning and walking away from them. How comforting.

That's when I thought about it. I know his family died... but his mate? Kelly died?

I had nothing to do with that!

"Excuse me lady?" A toddler broke me from my thoughts, I looked down at him and he smiled.

I rolled my eyes and squatted down to his size, "what?"

"Want to play with me?" He stared at me with a grin and I smirked.

"Sure, but I choose the game."

He kept his grin and nodded, "yes!"

I stood up straight, "follow me," I led the kid into my new room and shut the door.

We sat down at the table on the other side of the room and I pulled out Sam's pocket knife.

"Here," I handed it to him, "let's play the knife game."

"How do you play that?" He asked in his annoying high pitch voice.

I pulled out my other knife, showing him how to do it but going fast because I'm good at it.

After about five seconds, I stopped and stared at him.

"Your turn," I smirked, he giggled and slammed the knife into the table with every poke he did.

He didn't even make it through the first five taps before he had slammed the knife down into his hand.

His smile vanished and he screamed out in pain, tears streaming down his face in seconds and he ran out of the room.

I watched him leave while I smiled, but when I looked through the doorway I saw Sam standing there with the most shocked yet horrified face I've ever seen a man have.

"What? Staring won't suddenly give you the power to gain X-ray vision to see through my clothes," I rolled my eyes, my face going blank once more and he blinked.

"You're just- oh my god, you hurt the Alpha's SON!" He snarled at me, I put the knife against my chin and tapped it.

"Oh dear, he will surely kick out whoever did this. Maybe punish them horridly..." I said in foreign terror.

He walked into the room and slammed the door shut, "you're doing no good here but tear this family down! I've warned you once, and you continued to do it! You are nothing but a criminal without your makeup! I'll show everyone who you are!"

"No, you won't. Wanna know why? Because you're framed," I smirked, his face grew confused.

"What?"

I chuckled, "Oh Sam, I used your knife to let the kid play with. I'm smart enough to use gloves so the only fingerprints on the weapon are yours. This isn't my first rodeo hun, no matter what they do... it'll all trace back to you."

Sam's face went pale, "t-they won't throw me away, they love me. I've been there through everything. Dean and Chris, they love me. I've been by there side the moment they were born! They won't believe I did this! They can't... I got a family, they know I wouldn't do anything of the sort!" He stumbled over his words.

"Oh but hunny, your nervousness says otherwise..." I smirked and he pulled at his hair.

"They know I wouldn't do that," he mumbled to himself.

This is too good, pretty soon he will be out of my hair.

"Miranda! Get here now!" I heard Dean shout in anger, I smirked at Sam and he looked relieved it wasn't his name.

I got up, walking toward the door and Sam glared at me the entire time.

"They'll bring you down and throw you in a jail cell where you belong," he snarled, I just smiled and left the room.

I walked to Dean's office and when I went inside he was sitting in his chair with a pissed off look on his face.

"What the hell did you do to my son?" He growled at me, my wolf wanted to cower but I remained confident.

"I did nothing Alpha, I was just exploring the house when I walked in on Sam playing with your son using a knife! I thought it was crazy, but I guess I scared him and he accidentally impaled your sons hand. Trust me, I would never hurt your family."

"Wait, Sam?" Dean asked, no longer sounding angry but now sounding confused, "no, that's not Sam. I can't believe your story Miranda, Sam wouldn't hurt anyone... especially my son."

"I wouldn't lie to you Alpha, I saw it. Why else would your son have Sam's knife in his hand? Don't believe me yet? Collect fingerprints." I stated, he looked like he was in deep thought.

"It can't be Sam. He's always been a second father figure to me, it's not Sam!" He snarled at me, I raised a brow.

He seems to be getting defensive.

"Test the knife, the only fingerprints that'll be on that knife are Sam's and your sons; we all know your son wouldn't hurt himself. Test the knife," I stared at him, he closed his eyes.

"No, I know it's not Sam. He wouldn't-"

I grew impatient and cut him off, "why are you avoiding my suggestion Alpha? If you're so sure it wasn't Sam, then test the knife!"

He gave me a death stare for cutting him off, which made me slouch back down in the chair.

When he didn't respond, the pieces added together.

I slowly smiled, "you're scared, aren't you? You're scared that it really was Sam, but you don't want to have to face the facts if it was. There's a part of you that thinks Sam is guilty, isn't there?"

He slammed his fists on the desk and kept his glare locked on me, "you're wrong. It wasn't Sam!"

I watched him pull out a ziplock bag with the knife in it and he opened it, letting the knife fall on a white plate under something that detects fingerprints.

He clicked a button and seconds later a paper printed out with two different fingerprints on it.

Dean then leaned down and pulled out Sam's file, pulling out his fingerprints and held them side by side.

"No," he said quietly, his face grew frantic and he placed the files down and we locked eye contact.

"He did it, there's no further evidence to prove otherwise and that means by law I have to throw him in the cells for five years for harm to the Alpha's son," Dean mumbled, he looked angry.

"Dammit Sam! You didn't do this..." he quietly said, I almost felt bad but I couldn't risk it.