Hey! I loved the Saints Row series and loved the Fem!Boss X Johnny Gat pairing! This is going to be maybe a two or three chapter story, depending whether I become inspired or not...
Let me know what you think and if you want me to continue! I'm going to try and keep the characters as close to their personality in the games as possible, so let me know if they're is any quotes or scenes you want me to include! :)
This is set in Saints Row 2 towards the end! I've obviously changed some of the original story! Enjoy and I promise the next chapter will be longer! :)
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Johnny Gat groaned as he sat up in his bed. It felt like he had just slumped into the bed when someone decided to be an ass and decide to visit him.
And after checking his watch, he realised he had literally just slumped into bed.
Grabbing the gun he always kept under his bed, he stalked to the door of his apartment. After Aisha, he couldn't bear to return to the house he had shared with her. Luckily he had the boss who had been his lifeline since his life turned to shit, even after she got her own problems.
She had got him to the hospital after the sword wielding fuck stabbed him, she planned Aisha's funeral, she got his drunk ass to leave a bar brawl and she helped him get some closure by bringing Shogo back to him instead of killing him off herself and helped him bury the fucker without question.
Aisha had always brought up how him being friends with the boss was both good and bad.
It was good because he didn't have to complain about not having anyone to blow shit up with, he had someone who was like him in so many ways. Someone who was just as fucked up as him.
Bad because of all those reasons. Aisha had complained a lot about how the boss encouraged him to be so fucked up, at the same time complaining he had been a bad influence on her.
After the whole boat explosion, Johnny had insisted on visiting her in hospital before she was moved to the prison where he had no chance of seeing her. Aisha and him had the biggest fight then.
She wanted to leave Stilwater. She wanted them both to pack up and start somewhere new. Using the fact the Saints were gone as her defence. He retaliated by claiming he couldn't leave with the boss in a coma and people he had once trusted were sell-outs or undercover asshole's, were walking around like nothing was wrong.
Aisha then asked him if he had feelings for the boss.
And he hesitated.
He didn't know why he hesitated. He trusted the boss with his life, especially after everything she did to prove her loyalty to the Saints. They were friends, if not best friends. Well, now they were best friends. They never talked about their relationship because they were too alike.
Neither of them were the emotional type.
When Aisha had turned to leave, he told her he loved her and asked her not to leave. At that stage, he couldn't take it anymore, anyone close to him leaving.
The knocking on his door became more insistent. Whoever the fuck was on the other side couldn't be carrying good news. Only a few people knew of the apartment and knew not to bother him unless it was urgent,, and only then, they usually called him on his phone.
Gripping the door handle, Johnny pulled his gun into position before yanking the door open and pointing the barrel of the gun straight into his visitors face.
Surprise gripped him when he saw the boss staring at him, her face a mask of mixed feelings; anger, surprise and vengeful.
What caught Johnny attention more was the state she was in. Johnny didn't know when it started raining, but the boss was soaked, the clothes he had seen her wearing not too long ago were saturated, but not just with water. There was a nice combination of blood, mud and just by the aroma, alcohol.
"What did I miss?"
