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"Jesus fucking Christ" Shaundi mumbled as she rose from wherever the hell she had slept the night before. Her eyes took a minute to adjust to the room but the sounds she heard from outside were unmistakable. "The Fuck?" She managed to find her voice, but not before noticing her lack of clothing. With a final look around the room she spotted it haphazardly tossed about, along with the familiar clothing of a certain someone else. "Oh Shit." Hmm, that came out a bit louder then she had wanted it to since the figure beside her groaned and turned over to face her.

"Fuck you yellin' bout Shaun-. Oh shit." Dean repeated before shooting up from bed, a pain shooting into his head as his movements caught up with him. His eyes scanned her, completely naked then scanned himself. Damn. What happened last night? His hand ran over his un gelled hair before shaking his head to wake up a little bit. Along with their clothing around the room lay the guts of a dozen blunts and an eighteen pack easily. Safe to say they celebrated, and it was real safe to say the night was successful. Only thing missing from the floor were condom wrappers. Eh, they probably just passed out anyway.

"I'm gonna go and uh…yeah." Without another word Shaundi stood but instantly felt weak in the knees as she grabbed the bed for support. Her eyes widened in shock for a moment before trying to calm herself down. There was no way they had done anything, no way in hell. Finally getting her grips she moved quickly towards the bathroom to get herself looking somewhat presentable. Her eyes were focused on the shower but were quickly torn away when they caught sight of an enormous blotch on her neck. A hickey? Seriously? Now it all added up.

The Samedi were gone, the Brotherhood were reduced to nothing but a bunch of roided out freaks who were ashamed of their colors and the Ronin, well the Ronin got an ass kicking personally from Johnny Gat himself. The Saint's ruled Stillwater again. Hell they even took down Ultor. Last night they all partied, she remembered bits and pieces of it but nothing stood out. Until she followed him into the upstairs bedroom across from the office.

"Hey Boss." She called from behind him in a sultry voice. "I do believe tonight calls for some celebration. Even brought my personal stash." She threw a wink his way as the door closed with a click behind her. They were both pretty wasted and the night wasn't even over yet. A few steps more and she hopped up to sit on the bed, her legs crossed beneath her. Her hands worked quickly, a surprising pace for a mellow chick like herself. "So, hows it feel to be on top again?" her voice and eyes were both focused on him as he approached her.

"Damn fine girl. Damn fine. How's it feel to be second in command of Stillwater's finest?" his grin caught her eye with a shimmer that had her biting her lip. Since he had pulled up to her house that day almost a year ago, she couldn't keep her eyes off of him. There wasn't a particular thing that stood out, no way. He was just Dean. The bossman. The big dog. Whatever you wanted to call him. With a slight nod of her head she brought the blunt she had been expertly working on up to her lips and ran her tongue along the paper to seal it. Granted the movement was way more seductive then most would do, she was pretty much gone.

His eyes locked on hers for no more then thirty seconds before he had her pinned against the bed, his lips finding their way to areas of her body he had longed to taste. He was slightly hesitant at first but when a soft moan escaped her lips he knew it was go time. No holding back anymore. Within minutes both were nude, hands roaming and groping and testing the new territory they had found. It was a mix of pure ecstasy, alcohol and various drugs that had them to this point and the only thing on both of their minds were THANK FUCKING GOD.

She held her head once more as she leaned against the sink for some support. Standing and moving weren't the brightest things for her to do at that exact point in time, but the awkwardness was overwhelming her. To her left she heard sounds coming from the bedroom area but ignored them as she tried once again to center herself. Without much luck she gave a frustrated groan before she felt a pair of arms wrap tightly around her waist. Leaning into the much welcomed support she let out a quiet sigh before feeling his lips trace over her bruised neck once again.

"Hmm, sorry bout that. You taste pretty damn good" he spoke against her skin as he held her naked body close to his. With a simple twist of his wrists he turned her so she was now facing him. Leaning down he brushed his lips against her but before a kiss could be initiated the bedroom door opened to reveal Gat and Peirce, similar states of hungover but fully clothed.

"YOO!"

"Oh shit. Go Boss"

The two were quickly running over one another to get out of the room as soon as a pistol was pointed in their direction, which actually got a laugh out of Shaundi who seemed pretty annoyed by their interruption.

"Seems like we got a city to run." She said simply as she slipped out of his grasp and towards her clothing, quickly getting dressed.

"Damn right we do. Let's do this shit." Dean crossed the room as well, bringing his hand back to land a smack on her ass, loud enough to echo in the room. Hearing the gasp from her he laughed before changing and strapping up to face whatever the fuck this day had for them. Whatever it was, he prayed it wasn't some insane shit, his head was in a world of its own with the pain he had.

A couple of pickups and a handful of shakedowns and the day seemed to be over. It was quiet, which was a first for the group of four as they lounged out on the roof of the hideout turned nightclub. No one asked questions about what had been seen that morning, since neither Peirce nor Johnny wanted to find out if they could fly or not from the top of the building. It was plain to see that something had happened though, judging by the fact that Shaundi was curled up on Dean's lap as if it was the most natural thing in the world. A simple look and a nod was all Johnny needed for confirmation as he lifted his fist to give Kev a pound on his good work. That was his boy, they had been through hell and back together and now they were reaping the benefits of it.

There was a sound from behind them, but they all chose to ignore it as they bullshitted some more. Shaundi had long fallen asleep so it was the three guys left talking, which made it damn good that she was actually asleep. The sound grew louder behind them, and they made out the footsteps of someone, obviously not important since they hadn't made their presence known. Suddenly they cleared their throat, causing the three men to turn around. A man stood there, easily pushing thirty five, a gun pointed directly at Dean whos one arm held Shaundi as the other grasped at his weapon.

"This ones from the General"

It was the last thing Dean heard before a pop and complete darkness.

So, what'd you think? Yes, that whole first part has A LOT to do with the story. Pretty much everything. So sorry if it took up a lot, but it needed to be told.

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