Chapter 1: Years past, days gone by, and nightmares to come.

It had been almost a year since the events of the Boss losing her first official love had gone by, and luckily it took only so much on her. She was tough, fierce, and wouldn't let a fire be burnt out because of this. I wanted to be like her, but not just like the boss, I wanted to be Gat. It had been so long since I got to last talk to him in the flesh, but so many times after that I have had dreams about him.

Dreams of the years passing us by as I first looked up to him when I was but a mere child in the eyes of the boss and Gat. People always had to take care of me, at times I was thankful, but it only made me want to fight harder than ever. Sure, at times I did need a hero, a knight in shining armor, but I wanted to fight the same battle as every other Saint. I wanted to be just like Gat, and at times being able to crumple the Syndicate, Sons of Samedi, or even taking out the Grave Diggers no more than a year ago, I felt like him. I felt the sense of power of holding a weapon in my hands and killing those trying to hurt us.

I felt like Gat passing on really took more than a toll, but it gave me strength. All the days that went by and I couldn't bare to look at myself in the mirror sometimes because of what the Saints became. I went from a fun loving little hippie in dreadlocks, to a woman with a cold heart, and a passion burning brightly. They may look at me as some pissed off 24/7 bitch, but I see my own drive that only Gat would ever see in me. Though at times I hated what I was before, sometimes all I have to do is hate what I have become. I can never truly satisfy the burning desire in my body, almost like a demon that refuses to leave you, but the only thing I felt could calm my bones at this point was Gat. The only comfort I felt was at night, when I could actually feel his presence lingering over me, and knowing he is watching somewhere while kicking ass. It was so hard to believe I took any moment I had with him for granted, and I regret that.

Still it doesn't change the fact that the Saints chose the celebrity life over an underground empire. It was nice staying in cute hotels with the small bath soaps that only one person would use. Though at times I missed the old days in Stillwater, being in that underground abandoned church, seeing the formation of the Saints earliest days with the Boss at the head of it all, and knowing we would be going somewhere with it all one day. I never expected for the Saints to be glorified for killing people on live television, or for any of us to have our own brands, shows, drinks, shirts, and even children's lunchboxes. Any type of marketing we could afford to do we did it, and Gat said it the best when we were first arrested in Stillwater for robbing the Syndicate: "Traded our dicks in for pussies." You said it best Johnny.

Looking back on it I do think that is how we act, but at the same time we managed to be in the running for the white house. The Saints may have gone soft at times, but we always knew how to get shit done. We've lost a lot of lives, great Saints that even I didn't know about, and hearing all the stories the boss told us of the old days before she was blown up made me wonder if the Saints changed because of that, that they didn't want to make the same mistake and get betrayed, not that the boss would do that to us, but it just makes me cringe at the thought sometimes. Hearing all of the stories of old Stillwater, the plans they set in motion when the boss was nothing but an enforcer, the time when Gat got his kneecap shot, hearing about the Los Carnales, Vice Kings, and the Rollerz. The time when the boss found out Julius used to roll with Benjamin King before they went their separate ways, and how Ben King dropped Tanya on her head.

The boss said she didn't talk much back then either, she knew being in the Saints and not even as a lieutenant she knew to keep her mouth shut and listen. Then hearing about what Julius did to the boss, and how Troy Bradshaw became the chief, Dex signing with Ultor, and even about this woman Lin who infiltrated a rival gang, but she never made it. The only surviving members from those days were the boss, and at the moment Benjamin King. Still knowing we are on the way to becoming the new executives in the White House is pretty exhilarating. The Saints went through so much shit, and in the end still came out on top.

Knowing the events of the past years we knew we would have even more adversaries on the way, whether they be in the form of a rival gang, terrorists, media empire, or for all I know aliens will be the next thing we face. Still we will be pretty lucky if we got in the White House unscathed. Keith David signing on to be Vice President shocked just about every last one of us, and it was nice that he approached us wanting something more. Still, no matter what happens I don't think I can get my nightmares under control.

A/N Hello readers! This is the official sequel to the series I am now dubbing as the "Lost Saints Files" And the first part is "To Love A Saint" So if you haven't read that I'd recommend reading that first because some parts of this will not make sense if you don't check it out. Ryker will not be returning for the rest of the series as a physical presence, but there might be brief moments otherwise. I apologize for taking a long time to post, but I've had a lot of writers block lately, and I've actually been pretty busy, but I promised sometime this week so here it is! I figured I could at least post the first chapter or two before this weekend since I will actually be away from my documents to spend my birthday weekend at the beach. More just for the ghost stories but beach weekend nonetheless. So this is just a bit of an update on the story I am still currently trying to figure out where to go, and I'm stuck on chapter 4 so uploading may slow down over time, and writers block is a bitch when it hits. This story as you guessed will be told from Shaundi's POV. Also this is less about love unfortunately if you are into that, it has some, but it is primarily a different genre so to say. This story I can already tell you is darker than the first, and it actually stretches back to gangster roots. LSF Pt 1 was to love a saint, and this working title I'm thinking of will be called "Drowning Stillwater". Might call it something else if inspiration hits, but as always stay sweet readers!