A/N I hope you like this chapter, this story is a slightly revamped version of the one that I was previously working on. This chapter one is, I believe, completely different than the original and I hope it is much better. I tried a lot harder this time and I think that it paid off. Tell me what you think about this story and don't forget to review. All rights go to Volition and THQ (And as of 2014, Deep Silver ) I own no part of Saints Row, excluding Oc's that I will introduce later.
The Boss of the Third Street Saints had been feeling guilty, he was harbouring a secret that didn't involve him alone. For years he'd wanted to tell the other person the truth, but he could never find the right time.
The big issue? The Boss felt like he couldn't keep the secret anymore. He needed to find a way to bring up the subject without it feeling awkward or angering the other person involved . The best way to do that? Bring alcohol into the equation.
The Boss briefly recalled a conversation that he'd once had with the person in question. In the conversation, they had just so happened talked about their favorite alcoholic beverages, and the other person's had been Gin. The Boss remembered that there was a Brown Baggers in Rebadeaux, he was at the strip club T'N'Ay, which was within walking distance of the small liquor store.
A few minutes later, The Boss was making his way to Bavogian Plaza, where the Saint's Headquarters was located. He had bought a bottle of cheap Gin and a few blunts. He hoped that the blunts would help his case when he finally came clean about his secret.
The Boss thought about his secret then. It was a secret that he'd kept for ten years, ever since he was fifteen and had originally been recruited into the Saints. He was twenty five at this point, and it was time to let go. He just hoped that telling the truth wouldn't backfire.
The Boss arrived at the Headquarters shortly after. He walked through the door and out of the street level part of the building, and down the stairs in the room to the left. He came into the run down motel only to find his four lieutenants, Johnny Gat, Pierce Washington, Shaundi, and Carlos Mendoza all sitting on one of the dirty couches located in the center of the room, watching a news report about the Saint's recent exploits. The four turned away from the television when they heard their leader walking down the rusted stairs.
Gat took in the brown bag that The Boss was carrying with a smirk.
"Yo Boss, it's not even nine p.m. and you already bout to get fucking wasted?" The Boss laughed darkly at Gat's comment,
"Yeah Johnny. Something like that." Gat laughed too and cheerfully replied,
"Well let's not waste any time. I don't have to work tomorrow so I'm clear to get shitfaced!" The Boss just rolled his eyes at Gat and pulled out the bottle of Gin. Gat's eyes widened in surprise behind his dark shades.
"Damn, Boss, is it my fucking birthday or something? The Boss shook his no and Gat didn't question him further.
Shaundi walked over to the bar and returned with five shot glasses. The Boss popped the top on the Gin and filled each glass. The five Saints hit their glasses together and quickly gulped down their shots.
Half an hour and several shots later, The Boss felt like he was ready to reveal his long kept secret. He just hoped that the other person was ready to hear it.
"Johnny, can I ask you a question?" Gat looked at him with a smirk on his face,
"Yeah, I suppose so, I'm still sober. A bit, anyway." The Boss laughed loudly and smiled.
"Okay, where are you from?" The smirk disappeared from Gat's face, and for a minute, The Boss wondered if he'd made him angry. But after a minute passed, Gat answered his question, but it had sounded like he was forcing himself to do so.
"StillWater. The Suburbs District." The Boss nodded, taking the fact that Gat had answered him at all as a good sign. He steeled himself, and asked Gat another, more personal question.
"What about family? Where are your parents?" Gat noticeably tensed, he looked like a cobra ready to strike. Despite this, his reply came out strangely calm.
"I would really rather not talk about my family. It's kind of a touchy subject for me, maybe I even consider it a taboo. Let's just say that I don't like talking about them." The Boss had him right where he needed him.
"Come on Johnny! The only way that it would be a taboo is if you were adopted or something. But you were adopted, weren't you?" Gat was on his feet in an instant, and so was The Boss. Gat stared at his longtime friend with a vicious snarl on his face. He tried to speak, but his words came out sounding strangled.
"How-, how the fuck did you know that I was adopted? Who fucking told you?" The Boss didn't seem fazed by Gat's outburst, and if he was, he hid it extremely well.
"My mother told me, Johnny. And I know that you were adopted because I'm your brother."
The Boss barely had time to react before Gat punched him straight in the face and pain exploded in his jaw.
A/N I hope that you enjoyed this chapter. I'm really enjoying writing about the possibility of the Boss and his most trusted lieutenant having an even more personal relationship. I think that it suites the two. Anyway, tell me what you think about the idea I'm working with and tell me how you think that the next chapter should play out. Also, obviously Carlos is alive in my story. I hated his death in the real game and decided to let him live.