Killbane stood on his balcony, overlooking the new city he now knew as home. It's not where he wanted to be, in fact, he hated this place. But, it was away from the Saints. He never got the leader's name. All he remembered is that she was a small but strong woman and one who nearly killed him. A woman who almost killed a man three times her size. Killbane shook his head at the thought.

The former wrestler knew he had looked cowardly. Fleeing the city from some bitch and her pack of goons, but it seemed to be his only choice. After the embarrassing events at his televised wrestling match, he couldn't very well be seen in the public eye again. Not at least until the community forgot what his scar ridden face looked like.

The wrestler sighed, wondering if he should return. He had heard the Saints went back to their shit hole of a city. Now might be a good time to face the people again. At least with them gone, he had nothing to worry about except for his career.

Killbane felt his front pocket begin to buzz. Quickly retrieving his cell phone, he put the thin technology to his ear. "Yes?"

"Eddie Pryor," the male voice said into the receiver.

Killbane winced at the sound of his legal name. "Who the hell is this?"

The male voice ignored the questioning man and said instead, "I know how you can get revenge on the Saints."

Killbane ears perked up. Revenge and Saints were words he loved to hear together. "Continue."

"I know how it is. They make you look like the coward because you had enough of their shit and ran." The male on the other line let out a small laugh. "But, I'm thinking with your help. We can get rid of them for once and for all."

"How do you propose we do that?" Killbane asked, getting tired of the conversation. He wanted the plot of the plan, not the details.

"Meet me in front of the Planet Saints on 56th at ten am tomorrow," the voice said.

"How will I know who are you?"

"Don't worry. I know who you are."

Before the male could hang up, Killbane quickly asked, "What's your name?"

"Dex."

And with that, the line went dead.

It had been a week since Johnny's return. The saints had a seven day long celebration for their thought-to-be dead lieutenant. Since the parties were over and the last stripper had vacated Purgatory, Jade took this time to explain everything that Johnny had missed.

Johnny smirked, shaking his head chidingly. "Shaundi just doesn't learn the first time, does she?" The Chinese male was referring to Shaundi's third kidnapping. Once again, the boss had to go save her ass. Sometimes Jade wondered why she even let the young pothead stay on the team. Regardless, Jade knew that Shaundi was useful in more ways than one. The male lieutenant let out a deep laugh, kicking his feet up on the boss's desk. Something only he would be allowed to do. "So, who the fuck is Killbane?"

Jade nodded, remembering the brute-like wrestler. "Some douchebag who thought he could take on the Saints but ended up running like a huge pussy. Don't worry, we're going to go after him and Dex."

Johnny's brows lowered over the dark sunglasses he wore. "Boss, you know I love you."

Jade's eyes lit up, but she quickly looked down. There was no way she wanted Johnny to see the way those words effected her. Especially coming from him. Jade knew there had to be more to this. There just had to be.

"But ..."

And there it was. "You should relax. You just got back. Hell, you just found out I wasn't dead. I love killing as much as you do but, let's chill."

Johnny knew the young leader the best out of all the Saints and he knew there was one thing she hated being told: To relax. But, for some reason, Jade decided to listen. She did need to relax. Who knows where Killbane was? As for Dex, they had been looking for him for years. A few more weeks wouldn't kill her.

"I know," Jade sighed. "But you know how I am. Eager to fuck up the enemy."

Johnny nodded. He too carried the same trait. "It's something in the both of us. When's the last time you got some dick, anyway?"

Jade's eyes widened, shocked at the question. She knew Johnny was a blunt man, but she didn't expect him to be this blunt. "When did you ask such invasive questions?"

"When did you start avoiding my questions, with questions?" Johnny countered.

Jade sighed as a silence wormed it's way in. She took this time to look over her best friend. He hadn't changed much. His tattoo's still popped out on his creamy white skin, still wore the mischievous look on his face and his dark hair slicked back as if he were part of the 1950s mafia. Jade could see Johnny being the Clyde to her Bonnie.

Jade simply shrugged. "Haven't really had the time for dick since I've been killing mostly those who own one."

"Nice," Johnny chuckled. "How about we go out tonight? Just me and you. Fuck with some cops on the way?"

"Why just me and you?" Jade questioned.

"Eh, we've been partying with the others for so long, it's been awhile since you and I just did something." It was partially a lie, he was just dying to spend sometime with his leader alone and outside of Purgatory. Maybe he'd get drunk enough to tell her how he really felt, or even give her the dick she hadn't had.

Jade smiled, something Johnny rarely got to see, and said, "Sounds like a plan."