I Don't Want Love- The Antlers.

You wanna climb up the stairs
I wanna push you back down
but i let you inside, so you can push me around
if i leave before you, and i walk out alone
keep your hands to yourself
when you follow me home

I DONT WANT LOVE.

The boss was wide awake, his hair all messy like it was supposed to be but he couldn't take the filling that this girl that is laying in his bed actually kissed him yesterday. It felt like some kind of dream almost, but it was real. Legit real. He's been in love with this girl since she's been this crazy girl that smoked shit out of a broken lightbulb. She may have been fucked up through most of the encounters but he just couldn't shake off the feeling that he belonged with her.

Every inch of his body was rooting for him to get with her, and now that he has, he feels like he made it. He made a decision to fall in love with her, but that would mean he'd have to talk to her about everything. He didn't even get a chance to talk to her about his feelings, only slightly, and if they are going to end up together, she'd have to cancel her show, which is based on sleeping with her. Getting her own partner in crime. He wanted to be that guy. He quietly got out of the bed, his lips pecking on the side of her cheek then got dressed in a suit before he walked himself out of the room, closing the door behind him. He didn't realize that Pierce was there, playing a usual game of chess with Oleo.

He raised his eyebrows, leaning his body against the railing of the upstairs so he could lurk down to see his two great friends. "I think I have an idea to get S.T.A.G out of our lives so we can be happy." He said, lighting a cigar on fire so he the taste could linger through his mouth as much as it could. Puffing out the smoke, a smile showed up on his face when Pierce grew a confusing face. "Yeah, I'm fucking right about this. How about we kill every last one of them? Destroying their line forever." He raised his eyebrows once more, throwing his hands in the air as much as he could. His smile slowly falling down as both of his close friends didn't agree with his idea. He shrugged softly, walking himself over to them, still having to puff that cigar.

Shaundi took her time getting up. Her hand was quickly placed on her face, trying to forget what they did together. She didn't mean for it to happen at all, and she wasn't even drunk. It still happened though. She didn't mean for anything like that to happen. Well, she does have feelings for the guy, but he was there, and she was still having weird nightmares of getting kidnapped by the S.T.A.G. It's weird for her, and yeah, he was there, and he felt great. She needed to continue on with her show, and just find that partner in crime. She got out of bed, stuffing all her clothes on, and walked downstairs. She didn't want to eye anyone right now. She needed to leave quickly and quietly just to finish her finale of her show, but of course, the boss was downstairs playing with his gun. His blonde hair was looking quite good, even how messy it looks in the morning. He always did, but Shaundi, fuck you need to remind yourself that he's not the one for you. It wouldn't be professional. Pierce though, eyed her like a hawk.

"Shaundi, you stayed over?" He questioned, keeping his eyes on Shaundi.

The Boss turned around, a straight face was shown. "Yeah, she did. She was drunk last night, so I thought it would be a good idea to give her the guest bedroom for the night. I know she has her own apartment and all, but she was drunk, so yeah. You can go home now." He nodded his head, turning his attention right back on the gun he was playing around with.

Shaundi closed her eyes, breathing in and out of her nose as her hand was a fist. "Pierce. Oleg. Please get the fuck out, because the boss and I have a few words to say to each other. Like seriously, fuck off."

Oleg and Pierce quickly got up the room, and walked outside, down to the garage.

"What's your problem, grumpy pants?" The boss asked, eyebrows raised.

"My problem? I don't have a problem, I don't know what the hell happened last night, okay? We were just talking, then boom, I kissed you. For no reason whatsoever. I do like you… but I have to continue on with my T.V. show, meaning I can't be with you. I hate to give you signs that made you think that I wanted to be with you, but that would be so unprofessional.

We're professional... Sometimes, but boss, we need to stay friends. I need to continue on being a whore people call me out to be, and I need to stop having sex. I need to find someone, who is on my show. Not you. I'm sorry." Shaundi quickly replied to the Boss, not trying to cry or whatever because that is definitely not her thing. She's not like that, anyway. She doesn't cry over a guy she really does like. Her lip was attached by her upper teeth now.

The Boss nodded, his heart falling down to the ground as much as it could. He didn't understand. He actually felt the connection, how could she not? It was out in the morning, pretty much. He felt it. He felt every inch of it, and he actually made things happen between them. He kissed her. He kissed her harder than he thought he'd kiss a girl. He didn't have sex with her. He basically made love to her, and it felt great. Now everything was fucked up in their own path. He sighed, kept his nodding game to a great start. "Whatever you want."

"That's all?" She asked, signing in relief. He didn't cry, that was a great start, or maybe he didn't really have feelings for her.

"Yeah, whatever. It was just a onetime thing." He didn't agree with anyone of this, but he just wants Shaundi to be happy in her life, after everything she's been through lately. She was trashed up, beaten down, and just felt like she wasn't capable to keep herself safe. He'll always be there to save her though. That's a good thing. "Just don't let those guys hurt you."

He didn't even look at her through that whole conversation, Shaundi could feel invisible blisters just stab her in the heart. She just thought it was the best idea to do since she didn't want to get involved in anything crazy with the boss. She knows everything about him pretty much. She's known him since she was a bitch that smoked pot through a broken lightbulb all day.

He helped her through a lot. Like a lot, a lot. Whenever she got kidnapped, there she was. Helping her. She just wished she could feel like it would be to date the boss in business. She breathed in and out slowly, keeping up with the uncommon nods coming from her. "Okay, thank you. I'll just go…"

Before she could finish, the boss opened his mouth once more. "I need a favor from you though. S.T.A.G. isn't going to stop until we make them stop. I was thinking… Maybe you're up to shooting some bastards in the head, hmm?" He chuckled, his eyes falling to the floor then right back at her. He was cute. He always had the cuteness in his life. Maybe that's another reason why Shaundi is slowly coming to the conclusion that she needs this man in her life.

His attention was now glued on Shaundi, waiting for her response. She didn't know what to say. She wanted to leave quickly and slowly, but the sound of blasting those motherfuckers in the head was another reason to quickly answer a beautiful yes. Then yeah, she nodded her head into a yes. "Let's go then." She smiled, again biting down on her lip.

The Boss followed Shaundi into the garage, amber hues slowly, and controllable looking back and forth to look at the side of her face, or even looking at the back to see her presence. He was sad she denied the fact that they had a chance together after last night, but it's really something to let go, if you think a little bit. He wants to make it up to her. Maybe they aren't meant to be, but the Boss is the Boss. He's not going to back down without a fight.

His body twisted into the car, getting all comfortable before the side of his eyes looked back and forth to see if she was okay. Maybe it was obvious that he was doing that, but whatever.

Shaundi held that gun close to her, trying not to say anything about him staring at her, which was odd, but a nice comfort to her. She's not very used to this weird, but lovely feeling that he'll do anything to keep her safe.

After a few seconds on the road, he quickly stopped the car. Shaundi was all confused, but the boss quickly breathed in and out, knowing what he is going to do. "Get out." He said, his hands hanging out for dear life to the stirring wheel, clutching his jaw to the side as much as he can. He knew she was different, and he knew he'd never let this girl travel in danger with him. What the hell was he thinking about asking her? He's not even drunk to know the fact he's too much in love with her, and he knew that she could get injured into a journey like this. He could of asked Oleg and Pierce for this, but he didn't.

"What the fuck are you talking about, boss? I want to—"She even didn't finish her sentence, he cut her off with a finger flinging up to catch her lips. "I know, I know. And I have no idea why I asked you, I should of kept it alone and went alone—"And this time it was Shaundi's turn to interrupted him.

"You're going to be killed." She said, noticing her voice was about to break, but she controlled her feelings as much as she could. Even if it was rising to the top right now, because of those damn feelings. Those damn fucking feelings were killing her inside and out, and the last thing she wanted was to make it obvious that she's in love with him.

"Get out." He replied, not letting the information just spill through his head. The last thing he wanted was her to be hurt in a way he would never forgive himself. Shaundi's eyes widened, pressing her lips together, her body finally getting out of the car.

He didn't even feel bad. Maybe a little, but at the same time, he did something great.

Now the boss was driving, Pierce in the front seat as Kinzie was rubbing all the information through his head from the blue tooth. He couldn't really multitask as much as he wanted to, but his mind was all for Shaundi. The way she looked this morning is just glued to the side of his brain where it's hard for him to wipe away the memories. He smiled every time he could remember a conversation between the two, but the worst part of everything is that maybe she's mad at him for him giving orders that she's not allowed to pop those bitches in the head. He couldn't let that happen, he just couldn't.

He still remembers the way she talked him into taking a break from everything, and then boom, the next she's cursing through the speakers of the phone where he's able to hear it clearly, and surely, he didn't feel comfortable hearing her voice through his ears, it went in, and it never came back out like it's supposed to. He's one of those guys that would put so much effort to keep his family safe, and if going through plastic surgery was the right thing to do, then he's able to do anything. And he means anything to keep his girl safe. He's just couldn't see a life without her, and he knew there was going to be a lot of those bastards running around the place they were going.

"Boss, you look like shit." Pierce joked, his hand playing around with the pistol he had in his hand.

The Boss nodded, laughing with him. "Yeah, but look at the bright side, I slept really well."

"I bet you did. Shaundi was in the next room, which makes you feel safe."

The Boss Ignored the obvious, rolling his eyes in return. "Just look for those bastards, bruh."

And immediately Kinzie replied to the so called conversation, "You do have a crush on her. The way you look at her just makes everything clear. You need to say something to her, or you'll forever regret it when she finally finishes her show, and then boom, she'll find her partner in crime."

The response made his body go in shock. He felt like his heart just fell to the ground, making his vision just disappear into the distance, he didn't have enough strength to hear the voices that were surrounded him, and from that, the car flipped over, then boom, reality flushed down everyone's lungs. Pierce was cussing a lot, it was pretty loud, but the Boss didn't say anything, even when he finally got out of the car. Glass was splattered everywhere, he may or may not have a few cuts sliced in his skin, small blood wounds started to run down his arms. Then of course the S.T.A.G was shooting them on sight.

The Boss stuck around the damaged car, "There goes the coolest car ever." He realized that thinking about Shaundi was a dangerous matter, and from that, he'll try to keep his cool. He got his gun out of his coat pocket that was stashed inside, then started to go back in cover, then tried shooting all the bastards in the head. One. Two. Three were finally down. Some still flooded towards him, all the machine guns were gushing at him. Pierce was on the other side of him, taking out as many as he can. Praise for him.

He quickly ran for the dumpster that was still standing, even after how many fire power there was trying to take down the Saints. His head was pounding, blooding rushing through his veins. The burning feeling of the open cuts when it turned to meet the wind made him want to scream, to make him weak. He was, and he didn't realize that one of the S.T.A.G guys found a way to get close to them, then POP. A bullet found a way to his shoulder, his body jerking back, eyes shutting closed because of the pain was something he never felt in a while. He didn't hear anything. He was numb, and static was following him whenever he heard screams, or even yells coming from both Pierce and Kinzie. They thought he was dead, since he wasn't responding. It sure felt like that, he wasn't in his place right now. It was burning. The pain was flowing through his body, he was trying not to cry because that's a sign of weakness.

He blanked out through most of it, and he didn't even realize that he was back at SAINTS HQ. He didn't really care anyway, he just laid on the kitchen table just letting the pain take over him. He felt like screaming. The blurriness coming back and forth as the time passed, his head spinning in every direction possible, and through all that, he saw Shaundi yelling at Pierce. He couldn't put his finger down what the fuck she was yelling about, but it seemed seriousness.

Maybe she's mad at him for something that wasn't really for him, or she's just pissed off at the world since that's her only emotion. Or maybe she's pissed off at the Boss for getting hurt. Maybe all of them. Who knows, but the Boss didn't take the time to care. He didn't want this. The pain was too much for him, anyway, so why should he care right about now. He just blanked out again, head hitting the table. "Fucking get him a doctor!" Shaundi yelled as she saw him fall right back down on the table.

Hours passed. The boss is wide awake, drinking scotch with a shirt off. The wound was patched up with white tape that covered up everything. He was watching the outside where helicopters hovered over the whole city, and every minute possible, he took a soft drink from the cup.

He didn't realize that Shaundi was standing there, her arms crossed like she was pissed off or something, which she always is. The Boss didn't say anything, but before he could get the chance to grunt, Shaundi opened her mouth. "I fucking hate you. I FUCKING HATE YOU, BASTARD." She screamed, walking back and forth around the apartment so she didn't eye him.

"I hope you know who you're talking to." He said, in a calm tone, still sipping down the scotch.

"I do, but you're fucking stupid. Pierce told me everything. They were talking about me, and then you blacked out for some unknown reason. Then I bet you weren't thinking again so you got shot in the shoulder. YOU'RE A FUCKING DUMBASS." Shaundi kept going and going.

"Shaunds, there is no reason to raise your voice." Again the Boss kept his cool, "I had to do something…" He replied back, a frown clinging to his face.

"You almost died." She was now chewing on her bottom lip, avoiding eye contact with the blonde.

The made the Boss just blow up, "ENOUGH, SHAUNDI." He quickly yelled out, throwing the scotch across the room so it could go everywhere, glass spilling off the wall, scattering everywhere. "I had to do something about these bastards. I had to do something that will make you stay with me. I know you want to crawl out of here to go back to your show, and ignore what's going on. I'm sorry that they had the nerve to kidnap you without my consent, and Shaundi, I didn't want you to come with me to pop some of those bitches in because I don't want to see a life without you. You're my best friend…"

He breathed in the air, eyeing that Shaundi stepped back a few steps when he was in his anger zone, "You're my girl. Forever and always, and I don't want to see a life without my best friend, like I've stated before. I wouldn't let my girl fall." His mind went all the way back to when Johnny Gat sacrificed his life for the two of them would get the hell off the plane, and then she was falling to her almost death.

The Boss had the courage to jump out of the plane, catching her with his own two arms. That's another reason when he realized that she's the one for him. After everything they've been through, he's willing to do anything for her, and he means everything. She needs to know that.

"Fuck, boss… I'm sorry." She replied to the big whole speech he had to do, turning her entire body to the door as he could see the luggage that was stashed by the elevator. His heart once again sunk down, "You're leaving, aren't you?" He asked, eyes falling to the ground as well as another piece of his heart also did.

"Yeah. I'm sorry. I need to finish my show, as much as I want to stay, and be with you… It would be unfair for the others that really want to be my partner in crime."

"You're my partner in crime, Shaunds." He mumbled, guessing Shaundi could hear him because that really did make her laugh, and smile. It's been forever since he's seen that smile. She should smile a little bit more, because damn, she's one sexy gal.

"Too bad, I can't really be your partner in crime." He replied one more, a smile dropping down slowly off his face. She nodded, kissing his cheek softly, letting her lips just hang there for a few seconds more. The tension was stronger than a force field. "I'll see you next month, okay?" She added, grabbing her things, and then there she goes. Leaving The Boss sadden.