I clicked on the yellow colored name…

The Vice Kings…

There was a lot of stuff here, they must be really well known to have this much stuff written about them.

There was stuff about how they were created. Stuff about how another gang called Los Carnales had become powerful and were taking over Sunnyvale Gardens and young man named Benjamin King, whom was from the neighbourhood, got some people together and fought Los Carnales out of Sunnyvale Gardens.

From what I read just about The Vice Kings, Los Carnales were sounding pretty cool. I liked the name too it sounded Spanish.

Next I went onto Los Carnales. I was right they were Spanish and that house I past belonged to one of their lieutenants, Angelo Lopez. Who was the brother of their leader, Hector Lopez.

I read about another one of their lieutenants, Victor Rodriguez, their was a picture too and he was huge. I was intimidated by his large stature, even by only looking at a picture of him.

Having being creep out by Victor I moved onto the Westside Rollerz. Before I clicked on it I laughed by their name. What kind of self respecting gang spells their name with a "Z."

Their wasn't much on this gang, it must have been put together recently.

I read on anyway, I wasn't very interested in them, they were pretty boring. Cars and money, that's all they really had. Nothing interesting.

Finally I moved onto the 3rd Street Saints. They were put together right here in the Saints Row district. I was shocked about that. Then I thought about their gang color. Purple. Then I remembered Chantelle and her friends. All were wearing purple. I was living with a gangster.

I wasn't as worried or scared as any other person would be. I was actually thrilled to see what kind of stuff would go down right in front of my eyes. Drug trafficking, Hitman, and Prostitution. It would be exciting.

The months passed and things were going great with Chantelle, she was acting like an older sister to me and she had even told me about the gang thing, which I was totally cool about. Although everything I thought would happen, didn't and it was really boring.

I hadn't gotten around much, just to the store to pick up some new clothes. I had kept up on my rent and it had gone from four hundred to six hundred in three months, but that was only because I had a job at a store just about ten minutes from Chantelle's place and I was getting pretty decent pay and a good employee discount too.

I was upstairs watching TV when Chantelle ran downstairs, rather excited.

"What's up," I asked, intrigued by her excitement as I have never seen her that happy.

"New guy just rolled in from out of nowhere, Julius and Troy saved him. Some VK almost blew his brains out I heard. Julius asked him to come check out the Saints and Julius is pretty confident he'll come, I'm going to check by the church and see," Chantelle said rushing to find her keys. "Want to come."

I jumped up and looked at Chantelle, surprised. Chantelle never asked me to go anywhere that involved gangs.

"Sure," I said, not really that my enthusiasm reached a new height.

I quickly hauled on my shoes and ran at the door getting into the passenger seat of Chantelle's purple car. The church only took about five minutes to drive to. When we got there I saw Chantelle's face brighten even more. The guy must be their.

We got out of the car and walked to the church graveyard, where a lot of other saints were standing. An African man was standing in the front of everyone on the staircase that leaded into the beaten down church. He was talking everyone, but again I wasn't really listening. I was too busy asking Chantelle who everyone was.

After Julius was finished talking the guy Chantelle had been talking about was about to be canonized. I had no idea what that was, until I watched it. The new guy was fighting several Saints, including Chantelle. He beat every one of them and was then welcomed into the Saints with open arms, but before Julius could begin talking again my new life began and Chantelle spoke over him as she got to her feet standing beside me again. She put her arm around me.

"Julius, this girl moved in with me a few months ago and I was wondering if she could join,"

I looked up at Chantelle, my eyes widening with fear. I didn't want to fight these gangsters. The "gangsters" in New York were soccer moms compared to these guys. I sixteen for gods sake!

"She's kind of young don't you think Wheels," A burly man, that was standing next to Chantelle, asked.

"So, she's sixteen yeah, but she's living on her own. She ran away from home. She don't go to school. I think she'd be a good essential to the gang and you know she don't got to be canonized per say, we could do something else," Chantelle continued.

"Come up here," the man named Julius called to me.

Without thinking I did what I was told and walked up to the front and stood by the middle-aged man.

"What's your name sweetheart," Julius asked politely.

"D… Danielle," I stuttered quietly.

"Well what do you want to do to show us your good for the Saints," he asked.

I was looking out at the people and came across Chantelle again, her face beaming with excitement.

"I… I don't know, I don't really have any special talent," I said, nervously.

"Johnny, you take her out and see what she can do, take the new guy too. You three get rid of the VK's in Mission Beach.

"Why do I got to baby sit the new guys, I don't want 'em getting in my way, I'll do it myself," the young Chinese man, obviously Johnny, said.

Ouch. I could tell he wasn't a people person.

"I'll take them," another man, that was standing next to Julius, said.

"Okay Troy, take care of the girl you two, she's young and I have a strong feeling she'll be good for us," Julius said smiling at me.

As everyone left the newest Saints and the man named Troy walked up to me.

"Okay lets get you two some guns," Troy said rubbing his hands together. "You know how to handle one Danielle," he continued looking at me.

Just by the way he looked at me I knew I was going to be treated like a baby if I got in.

"No, not really. I've held an unloaded one before, but that's all,"

"Its okay, I'll teach you," Troy laughed along with the other guy.

I turned my head and rolled my eyes so they couldn't see.

We walked down the street to a gun store called Friendly Fire, I remember reading about this online. There were several of them around the city and they didn't have much security so a ten-year-old could by a gun there if they had a fake idea.

"Two Vice 9's," Troy said when we got to the counter.

"One of them for the girl," the scary, tattooed man said, looking down at me.

"She's legal," Troy continued.

I had always looked older that I actually was so I wasn't worried about that very much, unless this guy brains were as big as his arms.

"Okay," he said turning around and taking out two small guns out of the glass case.

Thank god, he wasn't.

When we got out of the store Troy handed me one of the guns. It felt heavy in my hands. Well, that was only because I was nervous that I might shot my own brains out. Just imaging that made me nauseas.

"Okay, lets take out these fuckers," Troy said, smiling at both of us and taking out his own gun and loading it.