I do not own Saints Row. This story takes place shortly after the events of Saints Row: The third, going off of the Save Shaundi ending, with the Gangsta's in Spaces ending not have happened yet.

Jack Spade leader of the world famous gang, the 3rd Street Saints, closes his eyes tightly as he tried in vain to focus on the voices of his leutenints. Ignoring their questions of concern, he stormed out of the meeting room, and up to his loft in the penthouse, overlooking Steelport. Walking into the bathroom, he turned on the sink and splashed water onto his face a few times. Sighing he looked at himself in the mirror. Staring into his reflection his face became harder with each breath, as though looking at himself was making him angry. Grabbing the revolver from his belt, he smashed the mirror and stormed out, not caring where he walked. So it was no real surprise when he tripped and fell onto the living room floor.

Rolling onto his back, Spade silently cursed as he found his thoughts once again returning to the faces. The faces of friends who had died in helping him, Lin, Carlos, Aisha, Johnny, the Saints whose names he had never learned. Covering his eyes with the back of his gloved hand, Spade tried to ignore the ever familiar pang that went though him whenever he thought of Lin, the Chinese-American beauty who had infiltrated the Roller gang. She had been one of his first real friends when he joined the Saints. They had often hung out, since most rollers weren't aware of whom he was until later into the gang war. If he tried hard enough, the gang leader was positive he could still smell the perfume she wore when she drowned in the trunk of her own car, having been unable to save herself.

Carlos Mendoza, now there was a huge can of emotional worms. For nearly 6 months after his death, Spade couldn't close his eyes without seeing the bloody Carlos in front of his, weakly clasping his hand as the barrel of the revolver is pointed at his head. While Carlos was sometimes annoying, his heart was in the right place, and was a generally likeable guy. At least he had been able to avenge him in style, trapping that bitch Jessica in her own trunk and having her boyfriend crush her was possible one of his finest works of art.

Aisha, Johnny's longtime on-again off-again girlfriend, who died warning Spade and Gat about the Ronin ambush: which possibly saved their lives. Spade knew that Johnny never truly got over Aisha's death, even after giving that arrogant punk Shojo his own ticket to hell. After her passing, it seemed like Johnny didn't care if he lived or died. The one good thing about Gat's death did was reunite the two of them after death. Provided of course that was what happens when one dies.

Ahh, Johnny Gat. Thinking back, Gat was the best back-up a gang member could ask for. A fighter with a bloodlust to match his own, the two of them were a pair of murder machines back in the day. Spade grinned, remembering the last job they pulled together, the bank robbery where he had proclaimed "Who wouldn't want to be Johnny Gat?', before the two of them, Shaundi, and Birk robbed, or rather attempted to rob, the bank dressed as Gat.

The creak of his door brought Spade out of his thoughts. Arching his back slightly, he spotted Viola walking in. "Are you ok Jack?" Not many people knew his name, let alone could get away with using it, but Viola was one of the few. "You spooked everyone barging out like that. Kinzi joked about checking you for mind-control chips. Least I hope she was joking." "I was just thinking about the last 10 or so years." Nodding, Viola lays down next to him. "Thinking of all of those gangs you've crushed, all of that money you've made, all of..." "All of the friends I've gotten killed." He says, interrupting her. Viola was silent for a moment. "Oh, sorry, didn't mean to make such a joke about it. Who were you thinking of? Johnny?" Spade thought for a few moments before replying. "Him and Aisha and Carlos, and Lin." Viola sighed, grasping his hand in hers, before poking him in the side, giving a teasing grin. "Ever get bummed you never got to see Aisha naked?"

A brief moment of annoyance passed, before he realized she was trying to make him feel better. "Who says I didn't?" His girlfriend looked at him shocked. "You're kidding. Spill now." Reaching behind him to scratch his neck, he started his story. "Well, a few months before she died, Aisha and Johnny were having one of their tiffs, and she ended up having to stay at my apartment for a few days because her house was getting fumigated or something. To make a long story short, I had a bottle of Whiskey she found, we shared some drinks, next thing we know, I beat her in a game of blackjack, and won a striptease and lap dance." Viola looked at her boyfriend, as though she could tell by looking if he was lying or not. "Was that it? Just a tease and dance?" "That's all I really remember, though I think I did some tequila shots off of her."

Viola buried her face in his chest, her body shaking. Spade wondered if she was crying, but then he realized she was laughing. "You find that funny?" "You doing tequila shots off the naked body of the famous R&B singer Aisha? Yes, I find that very funny." Glancing at her watch, she sighed. "As fun as this is, I have a meeting with the Mayor in half an hour." Nodding and giving her a kiss, he got up off the floor and looked out the window. Yes, he had seen and sacrificed a lot, but he had gained more than he had lost. He wasn't sure if he could ever truly put the deaths of his friend behind him, but he knew he had to move forward.

Chances are I'm going to do some more chapters. I'm not sure yet. I apologize if the ending of the chapter feels rushed. Its quarter till 4 and I wanted to get this done and posted before I went to bed, and I ended up having to type the story over after it got deleted by mistake, please read and review.