Hi, okay, well basically I've had this idea in my head and I just really had to write it down. It's completely my own AU of Saints Row, set in Saints Row 2 but very heavily interpreted into my own ideas (if you wanted it to follow the game, then I'm sorry, you might want to find another story!). It's a Female Boss and characters such as Maero [A/N seriously, I gotta make him attractive and he just doesn't fulfill that in the game haha] and others DO NOT look like how they do in the game (this really is my own manipulation - I've just taken the bare bones of the game). I just wanted to write this fanfic, so if you love it or hate it, I don't mind, I just had to get my ideas out somehow. Anyways, this getting a longish A/N now so I'll get into it - enjoy!

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Chapter 1 - Meet Maero

"Fuck yeah, that's how the motherfucking Saints do it!" Johnny yelled, raising his pistol in the air.

"Now, now, Johnny, don't get too excited. We now gotta wait for the Samedi to be all over our ass." the Boss replied, reloading her gun.
"Aw Boss, come on. You're no fun. Let us have this one?"
The Boss looked up at him through her lashes, with a stern look before smirking.

"Alright. Tell Shaundi and Pierce to grab their stash. If you find them fucking, tell them that everyone already knows and to stop sneaking around like they're in a movie. This isn't fucking CSI" she laughed, showing her perfect smile.
"I'll be back, Boss. Don't go too crazy." Johnny said with a wink, making her stomach fill with butterflies.

She was then left alone in the large room, to contemplate.

They had just raided another Samedi unit for drugs, emerging victorious.

The attack was a complete surprise to the rival gang; just how the Boss had planned as they hadn't suspected a thing. Taking them out was easy enough, it was just a case of moving the drugs to a Saints hideout. The Boss sat in the main room of the warehouse; a wooden desk and grand chair the centre feature where they had killed the guy who was running the organisation. She glanced at the leather chair, contemplating.

"Fuck it." the Boss said to herself before taking her leather jacket off and putting the gun on the desk, so she could sit down comfortably; murder tends to tire people out.

She propped her feet against the mahogany, her black heeled boots clicking against it. Gently turning herself in the chair every so often, the Boss sighed loudly, relaxing. Taking out her compact mirror, she checked her appearance was still in place. Damn, her hair needed a fresh touch of purple at the salon. She made a mental note to call Jules to book an appointment. Veryone envied the Boss' luscious locks. Dying her hair purple only made people more jealous because it looked so good; it was the ultimate Saint's symbol, to let everyone know who she was.

And sure enough, it soon spread around Stilwater of the female leader of the Saints with the bright purple hair.

The Boss grabbed her eyeliner from her pocket to touch up and applied a fresh coat of nude lipstick, to keep herself looking presentable. She believed that appearance was the key to making a good impression; didn't someone once say it was nine-tenths of the law? And that was a law that she adhered to.

Examining the contents of the desk drawers, the Boss retreated, disappointed to not find any cigarettes; she was craving one badly and had run out. It was always good to have a smoke after a successful raid. With an exasperated sigh, she got up from the chair, smoothing out her black skinny jeans and oversized purple t-shirt.

Grabbing her leather jacket, she walked over to the door in the corner of the room, which to her surprise lead outside. Hopefully she would find a nearby gas station to satisfy her thirst for smoke. The cool night air was welcome on her face as she took a minute to take it in, ignoring the traffic zooming by after the chain link fence.

"Cigarette?" a deep voice said, startling the Boss, making her jump.

She turned to face the sound, feeling for her gun in the darkness. She got a huge surprise when she saw who it was.

Maero.

"Maero? What the fuck are you doing here? If you're here to kill me, please don't because I don't really want brains on my new shoes." the Boss stated with a sly smile. She still made sure that she had easy access to her gun, just in case; Maero was a psychopath.

"Cigarette?" he offered again, a smile edging on the corner of his mouth.

Maero was the leader of the Brotherhood, the Saints rival, as well as the Samedi's and the Ronin's. He was tall, towering over the Boss but well built with toned muscles on his tanned skin. His short brown hair was styled perfectly on his head, quite fashionable, and his brown eyes were burning into the Boss'. She examined him closer; he didn't appear to have a weapon on him.

He wore a Brotherhood red t-shirt with black jeans and running shoes, his tattooed arm sleeves being displayed, clearly telling a story that intrigued her. Even the Boss couldn't deny his good looks, his sculpted cheekbones, the way his eyes stared intently into her piercing blue ones.

"You okay there?" Maero chuckled.

The Boss quickly regained her composure as she sauntered towards Maero who held out a cigarette. She gladly accepted, but paused before placing it in her mouth.

"It's not poisonous. Gang honour." he said, reading her mind.
"Gotta be sure, man." she replied, placing it in her mouth.

Her hand searched for her lighter, but Maero flicked his one open, revealing the dancing amber flame. He brought it to the cigarette, lighting it for her, neither one saying anything due to the absurdity of the situation. The leader of the Saints and the Brotherhood acting civil. Friendly. Their eyes were locked as she inhaled deeply and blew smoke in his face with a smirk.

"So what's a fine young thing like yourself doing out at this time of night?" Maero asked.
The Boss raised an eyebrow before spluttering with laughter.
"I could ask you the same thing, Maero." she replied, "Minus the fine young thing."

The man clutched his chest in mock agony, making her smile which she tried to conceal by taking another drag.

"Ouch. A dagger to my heart. And if you must know, I don't always like being around my gang cause they piss me off. So I go for a walk to get away from them."
"And you just so happen to turn up at the place where we've just raided the Samedi? Hm."
"It would seem like it." he smirked.
"Hmm."

The Boss inhaled on her cigarette again, tapping off the excess.

"I hate those high ass Samedi fuckers." Maero scoffed, spitting on the floor in disgust, "Contrary to popular belief, I don't think killing you like this would be any fun. Besides, I'd take a Saint over a Samedi any day. Especially their boss."
"Ever the charmer, Maero. I think killing you like this would be in bad taste too. Considering you just helped a girl out. Thank you, by the way."
"Wow, a gangster with manners."
"Hey, I still give credit where credit is due!" she shot back, blushing slightly. Why the fuck was she blushing?
"Snap out of it." she thought, internally scolding herself. Yet, she remained her cool exterior.

Maero moved in closer to her, the Boss feeling her heartbeat quicken, before stomping out her cigarette.

"I best be going back in. I can't be seen fraternizing with the enemy, you know ..." she started, before she was interrupted.
"So tell me, Boss." he started, "What's your real name? According to gang legend in this city, no one knows it."
She rolled her eyes.

"And I plan on keeping it that way. It gives me power, authority. It demands respect."
"I believe that you earn respect." he replied.
"Ah, but you see. I earned my respect in the Saints years ago. They made me their Boss. If I'm their Boss, they better fucking call me by it because the Boss demands respect."
"Feisty. Like it." Maero chuckled, making the Boss smile.

What was happening to her?

"How about this? You tell me your name, and you have can immunity from the Brotherhood."
The Boss rolled her eyes, again. He was getting cocky.

"Not on your life, sunshine. Call me 'B' for now, yeah? Or can you not stand not knowing?"
Maero smirked as the Boss felt her stomach flip. He leant an arm against the wall, leaning into her.

"Well, B." he murmured, emphasizing the letter, "Do you feel it?"
"Feel what Maero?" she asked, innocently.

They couldn't have denied it if they tried. He gently brushed her shoulder, his touch making her arm tingle. He had felt it too.
"That."
Maero glanced down at the Boss' lips and back to her eyes.

"What, that? You touching my arm? Yep, I felt it. Congratulations, I'm blessed with nerve endings. Anything else?" the Boss joked, making Maero smile.
"Yeah, this."
He began to move in to kiss her before she stopped him, placing her hand on his chest. Their faces were barely centimetres apart.

"Ah, ah, ah, you don't get me that easy Maero." she smirked, moving so their lips were nearly touching but not quite.

It was fun to tease; men had to learn that they couldn't have her as easy as they expected.

"Meet me at the abandoned drive in up in the Arena District at 9pm tomorrow. I'll be waiting. Alone." Maero whispered.

And with that, he quickly moved away and walked off.

The Boss exhaled a breath she didn't even know she'd been holding.

Smiling to herself, she tried to regain her composure. Had she nearly kissed the leader of the Brotherhood, the Saints rivals? Had he really asked her out? What the fuck was going on? She tried to get herself together, standing up straight and adjusting her hair before walking back inside.

"Where the fuck you been?" Johnny asked, stood with a sheepish Shaundi and Pierce, who Johnny had caught in the act.
"Out for a cigarette. You know me." the Boss replied, her heart still thudding with thoughts of Maero.

What was she doing?

I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter of this fanfiction. I have completely planned out this story so there will be regular updates. Speak soon! :)