VIOLA

Surrounded by five water boats, and an unconscious Donovan, Viola could do nothing but hold her hands up and wait for her demise.

She'd thought that for sure they'd escaped. They'd been doing so well.

Viola had been twisting and turning through the city, annoying the crap out of their pursuers. And Donovan? He'd been swatting those helicopters out of the sky like flies. He did it like it was the work he did on a usual basis.

And it still wasn't enough. Once they thought they were home free, they got slapped in the face.

" God damnit." Viola cursed and closer her eyes. She could feel the guns aimed at her and for the first time in a long time, she was actually scared.

She usually worked behind the scenes in the Morningstar. She'd gotten out obviously, which is how she knew how to work a gun so well, but she ran everything other than that alongside her sister, Kiki. They did the banking, dealt with publicity and other things of the sort. She had gone to Harvard, it wasn't like she was going to let all those years go to waste.

So you could imagine the surprise and fear she felt with all those men around her in charge of her sentence. And there was no Donovan to knock her out of the way. He was too busy floating, unconscious, beside her.

At the thought, she was scared for him too. She'd gotten him into this mess without even realizing it. Right in the middle of their private time, he'd been catapulted into danger. And the crazy thing was, he didn't even mind. He'd moved to defend her without a second thought.

How many guys that you just met and barely even knew did that?

Close to none, that's how many.

Really, though he looked tough, and obviously was, he was turning out to be a real sweet heart. But she'd make sure not to tell him she thought so, it would make her seem soft.

" If you're going to shoot me, just do it." She said firmly, but avoided contact with any of the assholes. She instead kept her eyes on the quiet Donovan. She felt kind of helpless now that he wasn't awake.

The ruffling of clothes was heard from above her, and then there was a scratching sound, like a walkie-talkie, " We got the girl. What do we do now boss? Over." Said a low voice, quite intimidating, but it didn't help her from feeling like punching him in the face.

" Bring her to base." Said another male voice from the other line. She recognized it immediately as the Suns leader, Garrett. She hated him. He was fat and ugly and just..bleh. He'd hit on her once, when the Syndicate was trying to negotiate with the Suns, trying to get them off their territory. It was the same day they'd refused, and the same day the war with the Suns started.

" And what about the male?" Said the unknown man.

" The male?" Garrett questioned.

" There's a guy with her; helped her escape." He answered.

" Bring him in too then. Any ally of hers is an enemy of mine."

" Roger."

Large hands grabbed her arms and heaved her up onto the back of one of the boats. Knowing it was dumb to struggle she didn't. The man who lifted her up, turned to lock handcuffs onto her. Once they were fastened, he turned back around.

Donovan was yanked up into another boat, and also handcuffed. She imagined that if he was conscious he probably would've given the crew a lot of shit, but he wasn't so they got off easy.

She was quiet as they boated to shore, and as she was shoved into a yellow van and shipped off to God knows where.

" God-fucking-damnit." She mumbled.

…

Viola sat in a dark room. She was angry at the fact that she didn't know exactly where she was, but it was better than being in the back of the van. Next to her was a still unconscious Donovan, as silent and still as a rock.

She stared into space shivering, cold and wet. She still only had on his wife-beater and cap and it was hardly enough to keep her warm.

She'd fallen asleep during the car ride after giving up in the van. She'd wanted to look through the windows to get a clue as to where they were headed. Any landmarks or street signs would've helped her greatly. But there were no windows, and the guards driving had made sure to block her view.

Still alive and breathing, she now knew that they didn't kill her strictly because they were trying to use her as leverage. The Suns had nothing left except their pride, and even that was slowly deteriorating. If they used her, Loren would try to negotiate something…or he'd kill Garrett.

She favored the latter.

She looked over at Donovan. He laid there on the rough carpeting of the closet, goosebumps appearing on his lightly tanned skin. Looking to his face, she noticed his lips were a darker shade of pink than usual, giving away his temperature from a glance. She scooted over next to him, and laid her head down on his muscled chest. It retained a bit a bit of warmth, enough to keep her from getting hypothermia, and she found herself comfortable quickly.

She looked to his face. His pretty aqua blue eyes were closed, and his short, dyed blonde hair was stuck to his face with water. She noticed that his roots were quite dark, the second hint that his hair wasn't naturally that color. The other hint was his other features. His eyebrows and beard, a Balbo cut, or a disconnected goatee (which he needed to manage, seeing as there was growing stubble along his jaw) were dark brown. She wondered why he even bothered to dye it if he wasn't going to dye the rest of the hair on his face.

But Christ was he attractive.

Laying there in silence, she wanted to hear his voice, that she found funny but attractive at the same time. He had the tone of a young black guy, and any other white kid would sound ridiculous, but somehow it fit him and somehow she liked it.

At the thought, her stomach felt funny. Butterflies. She almost didn't recognize the sensation; she hadn't felt it in a long time. Especially with a fuck-buddy. And that wasn't good. She'd had plenty of friends-with-benefits relationships that she'd kept strictly on a sex-and-go basis. She couldn't just toss the ultimate rule out the window now and hell she didn't even know his real name.(Boss? Boss couldn't be it. Unless his parents had purposely wanted to ridicule their son.)

But thinking longer about it, maybe she could. In the future, maybe she could with him.

And at that thought, she fell asleep.

DONOVAN.

Shit? Everyone knows what shit is. It comes out of your butt and it fucking stinks.

Well, that was exactly what Donovan felt like as he cracked open his eyes.

He didn't know where the fuck he was, or how he got there. Last thing he remembered was getting the shit shocked out of him after Viola and him landed in the water after jumping out of the helicopter.

Looking up at the ceiling gave him no clue, so he turned his gaze to the walls. Open shelves decked them. Ontop of the metal was various cleaning products both for the household and car maintenance. The room reeked of Pine-Sol. But the closer smell was vanilla.

He looked down at his chest and there was Viola, sleeping soundly like she didn't have a care in the world. Her features were calmed relaxed…comfortable. Her composure caused him to feel a little better, but he was still pissed off. Both at himself and the fact that they were in…wherever they were.

Some kind of defender he was. He let the Suns get the opportunity to knock him out; therefore leaving Viola unprotected. It wasn't in any way his fault, but he still felt guilty. It was a good thing that she'd been able to fend for herself, or that, apparently, the Suns didn't want to kill her. He would've felt terrible if the worst would've happened to her.

He attempted to reach up and touch her, but his movement was cut off by what felt like handcuffs. He looked at the rest of Viola's body that was off to the side, and she was handcuffed too.

Now he was even more pissed off.

" Fuuuck me." Donovan cursed, letting his head fall back on the floor.

" Already did." Said Viola, her voice quiet and hoarse from sleep.

He tilted his head up, and caught her green eyes in his, " And what a good time it was." he chuckled. What he remembered of it anyway. He looked around, and was still confused as to where they were. Nothing in the room gave him any clues, " You happen to know where the fuck we are?" he asked, a little irritation once again taking him over.

" Not for sure." Viola answered, shaking her head, "But I have a clue."

" And that is?"

" I think we're at the Suns' last stronghold." Viola answered. He felt her head turn to him, " The Syndicate has already destroyed every stronghold they have, but maybe there's one we didn't find."

" Awesome." He sighed. He was trapped and handcuffed in an unkown place, he'd managed to get electrocuted, and now he didn't know where to send for help. Wiggling his ears, he also realized he didn't have his phone. He mentally cursed before moving to check if he had his guns.

Nope, they were gone too. All that was there was an empty holder.

" Son of a bitch." He groaned. He looked down at Viola again and her cuffed hands. She didn't seem as…angry about it as he was, and remembering her interests he laughed, " So, this is the kind of shit you're into, huh?"

She then sat up, and stared at him, her eyebrows a bit narrowed, " Shut up."

Her angry expression made him chuckle, he wasn't intimidated like she obviously had wanted him to be. He wasn't one to get scared or intimidated easily or quickly, " No, it's sort of a good thing." he said, and looked back up at the ceiling as she fumbled with something. He didn't really care to pay attention to her actions though. " Means you know how to get out of 'em." Riight at the end of his quip, there was a little clipping sound, and the clank of metal on carpet.

Donovan sat up and looked at Viola again, handcuff-less. She wiggled her fingers in the air, " How'd you—?" He was cut of by a soft finger to his lips.

" Can't tell you that." Viola smirked. She was satisfied about getting Donovan back about his smart ass remark. He could tell, and he quickly wished he hadn't said that.

She stood up and reached for the door handle. She tried to twist it, but it wouldn't budge. Taking a step back, she tried to kick it, but nothing happened. There wasn't a crack in the wood in result of her blow, and the door lock didn't get any more loose. She put her hands on her hips and stared at the door, thinking.

" Uhm, it'd be nice if you could uncuff me?" Donovan suggested. She seemed to be totally ignoring the fact that he was sitting there, wrists sweating.

" No can do." She replied, sparing him a glance before turning back around. He could see her cheekbones rise a bit, and knew she was grinning at his predicament.

" Uncuff me." He said seriously, and to his annoyance she shook her head. Obviously she wasn't going to budge on that subject.

" I want to see how long you can last…" She said with a mischievous laugh, and he knew she was serious. It was a lost cause, so he readied himself to just give up.

He groaned as he rose to his feet, and walked over to her. It was a little difficult to keep standing without his arms to hold his balance, but he managed. He nodded for her to move aside, and she did, allowing him to step in front of the locked door. He took a deep breath in, lifted his leg, and then lunged it forward, knocking the door straight off it's hinges. He walked out of it and looked around.

Viola giggled behind him.

"… Plus it's hot."

A/N: Again, this chapter was meant to be a bit longer, but it would be entirely to long for my tastes. Anyway, I wanted to switch POVS, so we could go into the mind of Miss Viola DeWynter. I thought it'd be nice to mix it up.
The next chapter will be the last of BossxViola's history, and i'll start with my idea of the game.

Please leave a REVIEW and tell me what you thought of this chapter. Also tell me if you like the POV switch or if you'd rather me stick to Donovan. All comments are greatly appreciated.

Thanks for reading!

-Taylor