My first fan-fic ever. Read a lot of great matt miller/ Fem Boss stories from NiraKaulitz, HunnybadgerV, PurpleandProudest, and BlackOutBlind to name a few. Hope you enjoy!
Side note- hopefully updated at least weekly if not sooner (chapter 1 updated for grammar errors)
Matt Miller sat in his office at the Deckers Base in Steelport with a very noticeable grin forming on his face, with good reason, having just emptied the entire Third Street Saints banking accounts. Not an easy feat by any means, but he had accomplished it rather quickly. Glancing over to the clock he read the time 7:28 pm. "Ha! Only two measly hours." He exclaimed with self-satisfied glee.
While Matt was intently focused on his computer screen he failed to notice Kristen, one of his specialists, silently slip into his office/room. Kristen quietly walked directly behind her leader and lowered her head so her mouth was right next to his ear. "Two hours for what?"
At this, Matt's thoughts of self-praise vanished as he jolted out of his seat with a loud yelp. He turned to face his intruder with what was intended as a harsh glare, but only managing an unintimidating, childish, face. "What the bloody hell were you thinking? Didn't I tell you never to sneak up on me?" Matt yelled. He was absolutely infuriated with her. This had to be the tenth time she'd snuck up on me this week alone! Kristen was uncontrollably giggling as Matt's face turned a bright red.
"Oh don't be so whiny, just came to check up on you that's all." she said in a playful and cheery tone as she tilted the computer monitor to see what Matt was up to.
The question she asked earlier crossed Matt's thoughts and it simply just wasn't in Matt's personality to let the chance pass to brag about his cyber god like mind. "If you must know I just emptied the Third Street Saints bank accounts." Matt said, trying to be nonchalant but really missing the mark. Kristen noticed how he no longer looked angry. Instead she saw that all too familiar cocky grin on his face as he leaned back into his chair, arms crossed behind his head.
Kristen gave a light whistle to acknowledge the impressive feat when she thought about something "why are we stealing from the saints? We've already got plenty of cash and they're in Stillwater so they're no threat to us" Kristen asked, puzzled. Why go after celebrities like the saints? They're just a bunch of stupid media icons, not a real threat.
"Loren wants to own them. He's got them on a plane right now with an offer, two/thirds of their income and they get to live. Nothing big." Matt responded as he accessed the on board cameras to the flight seeing Phillipe Loren and the DeWynter twins looking at 3 people sitting down with their hands cuffed behind their Matt watched the screen he heard Kristen yawn and mumble something about how she was "bored".
Matt continued to watch the screen as he took stock of the Saints tied up in their chairs. He knew all of them due to the fact that when he found out they were taking down the saints, he made sure to research the targets for his boss. First, he noticed the "infamous" Johnny Gat, supposedly this man was the most dangerous man in the entire saints crew. Still no match for the Syndicate. Matt grinned at this thought as he continued to stare at the trio. He picked out Shaundi from the clips on her dating show. Just your everyday whore Matt thought disinterestedly as he zoomed the camera in on the last person, the leader of the he found very little about her, no birth records, address, or even a name. Matt took a unique interest in the Boss, which had absolutely nothing to do with the attractive qualities she possessed. Anybody that said otherwise was going to Siberia. As he pulled himself away from his thoughts, he noticed something, the Boss was staring right at the camera. His entire body froze under that stare. A deep chill filled Matt's body as he shivered. He shut off the feed and and tried to silence those fears. Stop being a wuss nobody can touch you! You're the king of the Deckers, a Cyber GOD. Not to mention Loren has complete control of the situation. These thoughts comforted him as he decided to turn in early tonight, he hadn't don't much, but nap for a short time during the past few days, researching the soon-to-be Syndicate owned Saints and all. A small smile showed on his blue lips as he reclined in his chair and fell asleep.
