"What did I do, stutter?"

Chapter One

"Did I stutter? Pierce, if I haven't had news by the end of the day about Carlos, Mareo is not the only guy who's ass is getting dropped around Stilwater." Nyaxxie hissed down the phone. A sharp click followed her threat as she clicked down her mobile. Johnny Gat sat in a plush chair opposite her own. He was wearing a worried expression as he stated, "You need to chill out, boss. You're agitated, getting on at Pierce who is getting put under stress who lashes out at everyone else. You need to be calm."

The boss, Nyaxxie, just looked at Gat with her chilling stare. "I have a right to be agitated and on edge. Carlos is not getting any younger, you know. I want him back." she looked over at the bar which had saints spilling over it. A small clearing was there, and that was where Carlos would have been seated. "I miss him." She continuied staring at the spot. "I want him to get better."

Staring and being more on edge, yet being more silent and less organised pretty much explained the attitude of the Third Street Saints leader recently. Ever since Carlos almost died, by getting dragged around on the back on the truck attached by his ankle, she'd become a lot more an opposite of her former self. She was oblivious to the other gangs now. She concentrated soley on the Brotherhood now, let the Samedi and Ronin have thier petty fights with each other, something she wouldn't have tolerated before his accident. She didn't plan anymore, just lept headfirst in, only to get scorned by Johnny. Nyaxxie would always argue back, and Shaundi and Pierce usually kept out of it. Everything had become more strained because of the Boss's new attitude. No one liked it. But no one dared remove her from her position as leader. She was too valuable and as soon as Carlos was better, she'd be fine.

Buzz, buzz. Buzz, buzz. The phone Nyaxxie had been conversing with Pierce just moments before vibrated and rang quietly. Not quiet enough to escape the Leaders' attention, however, after the first few buzzes, she had snatched the phone from in her pockets. Caller ID told her it was the Saint she'd yelled at, treated like rubbish just like she had done everyone else the past week. Pierce.

"Whaddya got for me?" She questioned quickly, a hint of eagerness entering her tone, of which she tried to refrain.

"His legs and arms have almost healed completely."

A sigh of relief followed his words. There was a long pause, a hesitation.

"Well, go on!"

"His face ... will take longer."

"How much longer?"

Another pause. "... Yo, the doctors can't tell. Could be from four weeks to four ... years."

"I'm coming over." She said decisivly, no hesitations. She stumbled up and began to tell Pierce her farewells. "See you th-"
"Life support."

"What? Pierce, are you high?"

"They want to take him off of life support. His face is losing blood and his skin is as white as anything, Nya. Don't come over. Don't hurt yo'self, yo."

The boss almost fell over at this (Gat caught her), lost for words. Carlos's limbs were doing so well ... they wanted to remove his Life Support for what? If Carlos could get better she wanted him too! Any pain, he'd thank her for just to be around with the Saints! Nyaxxie shook herself from Johnny's clutches. She growled down the line. "Don't. They. Dare."

"I'm sorry."

"No, Pierce! Don't you fucking dare I'm sorry me!" Her voice was raised and on the edge of hysteria. Everything had turned silent as the gang stared at thier boss. The only thing that broke the silence was Bob Marley's Don't Worry blasting out from the speakers. She used the remote to turn the radio off, then threw it at the stereo. "You get them to keep him on bloody life support, right?" She was walking up the steps of the hideout, Johnny following closely. Nyaxxie snapped her fingers and pointed at Shaundi. "Look after the place." She then pointed at two Saints, whistled and set off up the lift, still yelling at Pierce. "I don't care what the doctors say, do something Pierce! Point a gun to thier head, say you'll put a bullet between thier eyes! Why? BECAUSE I WANT HIM TO LIVE, YOU ASSWIPE!" She screamed down the line whilst getting into a purple Bulldog. She still barked orders down the phone whilst driving. Luckily Pierce told her they weren't taking him off Life Support yet. Otherwise she would've really lost it.

Realisation

Chapter Two

The doors to Carlos's ward burst open as the leader ran in beside him. Carlos greeted her with a small yet detectable shaky wave. The leader felt a wave of guilt flood through her. It was obvious he was in pain, and she had let it happen. She could've killed him and saved him the pain, in her original plan, but no, she needed to keep him alive, for the gang... she tried to delude herself into thinking it was for the gang and not for her selfish self. She loved Carlos. She knew she did, even though she'd only just realised by watching his body lay there limply. His face was behind bandages and in that moment, she wished she'd just put a bullet between his eyes when he was screaming bloodcurdling screams; prehaps that wouldn't have hurt so much. Maybe it wouldn't have come as such a blow. She may not have got her hopes up to get them dashed again by thinking he was on the mend if he was coming off of Life Support.
A nervous doctor edged into the room; obviously nervous because he was in the presence of the leader of one of the most feared gangs in Stilwater. It was a good thing he was nervous. He had a right to be. Grabbing him by the collar, Nyaxxie slammed him against the wall. He shivered benath her fierce touch.
"Take him off Life Support, will you? Kill him when you've already made such an effort?"

"U-Um, M-miss, he-he's gotten s-so better, h-he doesn't n-need to re-rely on L-L-Life Support anymore..."

Oops. Wrong move. thought Nya. She lowered him and kept the same threatening stare. "You'd better be right, Doc. Or you'll have lead in the middle of your eyes. Do I make myself clear?"

A twitchy nod was the doctors reply. Nyaxxie smirked, and it vanished when Carlos slowly offered his hand to her. Swallowing back sobs and blinking back tears, she took it. A soft squeeze Carlos gave her. It reminded her of the scenario when she'd bent over his body, gun pointed to his head. Changing her mind had been hard, but there was a mechanic just nearby. She'd ran faster than she ever had just to get them to take the chain from around his ankle and screamed down the line of 911 just to get him here, in hospital. Nyaxxie smiled now. She wanted to tell him a million things, she was sorry for being so hard on him, she should've killed him, that she loved him... but she couldn't. Of course she couldn't. She couldn't put the Saint's in jeporday, even though her attitude lately had already covered that. She felt her phone vibrate in her pants' pocket. Sighing, she withdrew her hand from Carlos's, and answered Shaundi's call. It was lucky she had.

"Boss? Boss, Boss!" She exclaimed; gunshots were going off in the background. "The Brotherhood, they're here! They want to get even by killing us for killing Jessica! Ahh! Fuck, they shot my shoulder!"

The boss was already up, out of her seat, past Carlos, and into the hall. Johnny, the Wannabe Saint's and Pierce followed.

"Hang on, we'll be right there!" She yelled down the line, then hung up. Jumping into her bulldog, she hit the gas pedal and lurched into drive, Pierce and the wannabe's following closely

Pulling up, Johnny stopped her before she got out of the car.

"Yo, Nya... I've wanted to do this for a while now. I think now would be a good time to do it before we get killed."

"We're not going to ge-"

And Johnny's lips were on hers before she could protest.

Bodies. Bodies of The Brotherhood - Ex Brotherhood members littered the ground of the Hideout. A snap of the bosses fingers and everyone was cleaning up - all except Johnny, Pierce and Shaundi. A quick glance at Johnny and Pierce indicated they were allowed to leave for a day. Shaundi wasn't. She smiled gently at her stressed out boss.

"What's up, Boss?"

"I want some girl time." She mumbled. She knew Shaundi could be out getting laid right then, but she stayed anyway. Nyaxxie sighed and broke out into a splutter.

"Well I realised I'm in love with Carlos I mean really in love with him and I don't think he knows but Johnny does and before we killed Brotherhood he kissed me he said he'd wanted to do it for a while and that means he likes me at least but I think he loves me what should I do Shaundi what am I going to do?" The boss stopped d inhaled deeply.

"Okay, first, breathe. Second of all, it's simple. Choose Carlos."

"But I like Johnny too..."

"Oh. Well you know I've never been in this situation. Sorry, boss. Ask Pierce."

Nyaxxie looked as if she was going to cry or smash something. One of the two. She walked towards the elevator. "I'm going out."

"Wait, Boss!"

The boss looked. "Don't do anything stupid."

She just looked at Shaundi somewhat sadly before she was transported up to the old Missionhouse.