I really need to adapt to the American terms, the story's becoming too British. *facepalm* Enjoy Reading! :)

Chapter Four: Taken

Taking her shoes and jacket off and closing the door behind her, Amber had to laugh at what happened today. After the Saints had a group discussion about The Frontiers, Amber dropped Sharron at Powder and somehow and with the almighty force of gravity, she slid off the bike. She accused Amber of doing a wheelie but she insisted that she didn't really shift the weight of the whole bike to the back wheel. If that was the case, they both would've dropped off. She smiled when she gazed at a particular picture of her and Nathan, resting in a frame on the bedside. She liked this picture so much; Nathan's eyes looked so bright even in the dark. She was kissing his cheek and somehow, he managed to take a quick pic. Her thumb brushed over her engagement ring and sighing in affection, she got out her phone and hit speed dial, jumping back on the bed when she heard a couple rings. "Hey, baby," Nathan spoke in his seductive voice.

"Hey."

"You okay?"

"No... Nate, I want you here, with me, now. My God, I'll even steal you from the hospital."

"Whoa! Amber, they'll discharge me from the hospital in a few weeks... Can't you wait a few weeks let alone a couple hours?"

"No."

"Do it for me."

"Okay... Okay. But if you see me show up blasting guards as I come for your ass, don't be surprised."

He sighed, "I never thought I was gonna hear your sweet voice again. Your voice is like music to my ears."

"I thought so too, baby. But a part of me told me that you'd survive and the fact that you're speaking right now..." she fanned her face as she sniffled, tears pushing it's way overboard. "It... It just makes me so happy to be the luckiest girl alive. I grew up to be a nobody, a girl who was quiet, shy and spoke of nothing and now? I'm married to the leader of the 3rd Street Saints. The fucking leader of 3rd Street Saints... It's so unreal, you know?"

"I understand what you mean... I was like you once, just being myself really and a second later, I became the member of the Saints under Julian's supervision. I never knew after all these years... I'd be at the top with my friends... Even if I've lost some on the way. They died honourable soldiers... but that means Heaven gained angels." She felt the need to just cry over his eloquent words but had the strength to hold it in as she looked outside. "You see? This is why I miss you already... These little stories you tell me about, they fill up a little space in my heart... Let's thank the Lord that I ain't cynical."

He laughed, brushing back his hair before taking the picture frame from his bedside; it was the Saints, the top lieutenants at the front. "Let's... So, how's the children?"

"Their attitude has improved dramatically, especially Josh's. Before, he was a bitch and now he's a brick wall... At times."

"He still doing Nyte Blayde?"

"Yeah, still haven't made Season 2 although he gets called every Wednesday to go 'rehearse'."

"What about Shaundi?"

"Amazingly, she hasn't shot him yet... She's managed to drop her grudge but she kinda got a new one and this time, she ain't backing out for shit."

"It's about my accident, right?"

"Yep."

"You gotta love Shaundi, that crazy bitch."

"Tell me about it... Oh, guess what?"

"Kinzie made you a new gun and you went batshitcrazy?"

"How do you know?"

"She told me..."

"Nathan, you just spoilt my surprise... I was supposed to say that!"

"Well, is it like I was supposed to know you said that?"

"Yes! You read my mind; of course you're supposed to know. I'm not your friend anymore."

"I love you too, Leigh..."

"Hold on... I swear you're not allowed to use your cell in hospitals?"

"Well, fuck my life... Just smile and stare, just smile and stare-they're watching me by the way."

"Well, let's hope you don't get a spanking for your naughty behaviour."

"I hope not... I talk to you later, okay?"

"Sure... I call you tomorrow."

"Perfect... I love you."

"I love you too. Now go bed, and have a nice sleep."

"You too... Bye."

"See you." She was glowing when she hung up and fell back on the bed, sighing. Finally, after all those three months, she's smiling and not for the sake of it. You might say that it's only been around 13 hours since they've talked but his voice just makes all the pain go away. She forgets about everything around her and focuses on her husband. Her husband. Not Tanya's, who thinks she can act like a lady when she know's she a sket, no. Amber's husband.

They're like a chain, the tightest knot, chemically joined atoms-they're that close. Plays with him like a big brother, treats him like her best friend but respects him like her true soulmate. If anything were to get in their relationship, they'd go on any length to get payback, just like Amber's getting payback from the fuckers who put her husband in an almighty coma. Now that Tanya and Danny are gone, she can do anything without feeling guilty of herself. Unless...

Pierce rushed into the room and Amber tilted her head back, staring at him with angry metallic eyes. "What now?"

"Viola... Viola's been taken!" Amber stood up, walking over to the ebony man and asked "By who?"

"We don't know... There wasn't enough footage to target the guy but she was at Safeword last."

"Okay, hold on. Just let me get something first and I'll meet you downstairs." So now people wanna fuck with my family? Fucking pricks!

"Sure." When he left the room, she grabbed her boots from near the door and sat on the bed, sliding them on and she wondered. Should she wear a jacket or not? I mean, it may be one cold-ass September but she's wearing a very warm cashmere jumper. Scowling, she made her mind up and jogged out of her bedroom, repeatedly tapping the call button.

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Reaching Safeword, Amber was the first to jump out and speed-walking to the double doors, she expected it to be locked but the doors opened by one small jolt. Her eyes widened; the two gimps that were usually there lay dead in pools of their blood and when Pierce reached her side, she got her gun out and said "I go left, you go right."

"Got it," he replied, jogging inside and out of sight. Examining the corpses, she followed her chosen path and when she was in the main hall, dropped her guard. "Holy shit," she whispered, monitoring all the provocative bodies scattered around the room; some were perched up on the bar, others were propped up on the sofas. Watching Pierce go upstairs, she stayed downstairs, going to most rooms and finding the same thing; dead, innocent people.

It hurt her to see all these people dead in a BDSM club, even if she really didn't know them. It struck a nerve and did so very hard. But she did know Jeremy, this handsome young guy that only came to visit Viola during working hours-that didn't phase her one bit. He was cute, Amber could tell you that, with his big brown eyes and blonde curly hair and oh, his little geeky glasses that he always wore. Physique of a pro gymnast, besides the fact he can free-run, but has a very bold and fun personality when he's not on his laptop... She breathed in, let's hope Jeremy isn't dead.

"Boss!" Pierce called out and she walked out of the room and he said on the staircase "There's someone on the phone for you."

"Who is it?"

"He hasn't told me but he has Viola." Nodding with a brave smile, she caught the portable with one hand and placed it near her ear, her anger melting over. "Hello?"

"Hello, Amber," her fist clenched. "Now, as you can see, I've taken your dear friend Viola DeWynter somewhere where she can present herself..."

"Okay, let me clarify... Viola DeWynter is my fucking cousin! I don't think you know who you're fucking with here."

"Your husband's in hospital, or should I say husband-to-be? Do you want me to explain what happened to him? He. Was. Put. In. A. Coma. For. Three. Months... See? What that much easier to understand?"

"What the fuck do you want?" she asked, voice flowing like an icy yet powerful breeze.

"A pleasant welcome. If any Saint tries to fuck up the Frontiers, you're more than likely to see your so-called cousin sleeping with Johnny."

"You son of a bitch!"

"I know... I'm a sadist and I can't help that. Now, you saw what happened and no, I didn't mean to kill all those people. They were in the way... So, you can be a very clever person and try not to find us, which is exactly what you're going to do, or save her with and find her dead. Your choice."

"Amber, listen to me, if you don't save me he's gonna kill me!"

"Shut up, you dirty whore!" There was a slap, followed by a cry of displeasure and the screen cracked in her vice-like grip. "If I see a mark... Anywhere on her body... I'll just make Xavier my best friend."

"How do you-stay away from my cousin!"

"Uh... You do realise he's on my side?" she hushed to a whisper, "Not yours."

"You asshole!"

"And as always, welcome to Steelport." The phone finally snapped in her palm and she threw the remains on the floor, holding her hair up in frustration. "Viola... He fucking took Viola!"

"Do you even know the guy?" She stopped throwing herself about and looked at Pierce with a half smile, "That was Bradley Kian, leader of The Frontiers."

His jaw dropped, "You're shitting me."

"I've talked to him before, I know what he sounds like... I don't know what I should do. It's fucking 10 in the evening... I doubt the hospital's open at this time."

"Hospital?"

"I've... I've got nobody... Nobody."

"You've got the Saints," he pointed out.

"You're right but I mean... The Boss is still in hospital and Viola has been taken from my protection. And the saddest part is that I can't even try to save her because if I did... He'd know. He'd kill her before I even get there..."

"So what should we do now, Boss?"

"Please... Please, call me Amber."

"As you wish, Amber."

"What we do? Triangulate Viola's location via cellphone. I'ts highly unlikely we'd find anything but it's worth a shot."

"But what if that doesn't work?" She looked down at the phone and knelt to it, shuffling through the pieces and finding the memory card. "Then take this; go through every phone number stored on this card and try and find its active location in Steelport."

Carefully taking it from her hand and slipping it into his breast pocket, he said "Shall we get going?"

"No, shall you get going?"

"What? Aren't you coming?"

"I need to think... You don't mind, do you?"

"Not at all," he walked away from her and before he was out of sight, she called out "You've been great help, Pierce."

"I always got your back, Fizz."

She laughed once, "Always." He left and with that massive stone clogging her throat and her eyes burning, she burst into tears and ran upstairs into one of the empty rooms, shutting the door behind her. She slid onto the ground, clutching her knees and she sobbed hard. "Had to be me..." she sniffed. "Fucking had to be me..." Her tears suddenly ran dry and she exploded into a very destructive tantrum, where she threw toys about and nearly flipped over the bed. The black snakes that were on the walls were forcefully ripped off and the pillows were less puffy due to teeth biting into fabric and hands pulling in opposite direction, causing weak fabric to tear and feathers to fly everywhere.

She sat down on the bed with her head in her hands, and she wondered, if Nathan was here, what would he do?

I hope you liked this. I've been rather busy every since I've started school but I'm trying my hardest to keep on writing. AND, I just realised something. SR:TT is actually set in 2014. If you didn't know that, you're welcome. ;)