Chapter 3

Johnny's point of view? Wait, and a stripper too?!

**********Johnny's point of view*********

I end the call with the boss, and see the lights turn on in an apartment on the second floor. Hmmm, so that one must be hers. I'll keep that in mind. The engine of the car roars as I speed off towards headquarters; the boss didn't specify if it's urgent or not either way if he calls, I answer. As I'm driving I can't help but think of the girl with the green streaks and some of the events of today.

She's a feisty one. I dig that and I definitely want to see her again. I enjoyed her company; funny, sincere, with a good head on her shoulders she blows all the other women I've met in Stilwater straight out of the water. Wait, a second. I use the breaks and sharply turn a corner. I shouldn't be thinking of shit like that, my foot presses down on the gas pedal. The engine quivers and whirls increasing in speed. I just met the girl, sure she's alright now but what if Shaundi is right and its just an act? I swerve from lane to lane zooming past cars as I've done millions of times before, being the law abiding citizen I am. I notice that I was gripping the steering wheel tightly and I loosen my grip.

In the distance, I hear the screams of sirens resonating in the air and can't help but smile. You figured they would have learn their lesson by now. They start to catch up but I steer hard to the left into oncoming traffic. Cars swerve out of the way as I drive straight down the middle of the road not giving a fuck, honking horns add even more hysteria into the chaos. I aim my pistol and shoot out one of the cop's car tires and it spins out of control. The spinning car is slammed by another pursuing cop. Piece of cake, I look into my rear view mirror and see the collision disappear in the distance.

Pretty soon I'm pulling in to the garage and heading to the meeting room. I hear the boss' voice boom through the walls, his slight cockney accent ranting something about what's left of the gangs. Here we go again, I roll my eyes. I open the door and three pairs of eyes dart to me, I flash a half smile and nod my head up.

"Look who finally decided to show up. Where in the bloody hell 'ave you been?!" he demands. "Had a little run in with the pigs. Nothing your boy Johnny here couldn't handle" I shrug.

" Sit your arse down... as I was saying you guys 'ave been slacking off lately. It's been over a year and we 'aven't been able to wipe Stilwater clean of those bastards !" The boss stalked around the room as if we were his prey. Shaundi has worry on her face, as she twirls her thumbs. Her body language is a lot different than it was earlier when she was prodding Ruby for answers. Pierce was uneasy as well but hides it better than Shaundi. I put my hands behind my head and relax on the couch, I'm not worried or scared of anything the boss has to say. The boss stops right in front of Shaundi. " Where the hell is that other stash of loa dust? Our supply is runnin' low, the dealers can't push what we don't 'ave. We can't let the Samedi take back their consumers."

"I don't have the exact location yet, but ..." Shaundi meekly tries to explain. "Excuses, excuses, excuses" he rolls his eyes. Shaundi slouches in her seat defeated. Her dreads creating a curtain over her face.

"Pierce what news do ya 'ave on the commotion the brotherhood has been causing lately?" The boss says continuing to walk the room suddenly stopping to lean against the wall.

"If you can even call it that, its been a few random distubances. Nothing too big to worry about but everything's taken care of." "And we sure did a number on them Pierce." I add in chuckling a bit, remembering the events from boss slams his fist into the wall, cracks spiderweb from the impact. " That right there is the problem Pierce. 'Nothing to big too worry about' my arse. They are getting support, I don't know how but they are. Do you know what that means?" The boss cocks his head to one side with a spark of insanity flashing in his eyes. Pierce dare not open his mouth to answer the rhetorical question. "It means someone wants to see our demise . Someone must be backing those fuckers. We cut off the support..." the boss balls his hand into a fist except for his thumb and brings it across the front of his neck "and then the rest takes care of itself." " I'll get right on that" Pierce quickly replies.

" Johnny, what about you? Anything to report?" he continues. I sit up and dive straight into business."The Ronin are still receiving financial support from the Yakuza in Japan. They have been quiet lately, no public displays of gang activity. But they are still active in their business ventures, I'm planning to gain control of the situation soon and gain revenue in the process." The boss takes a minute and process what I've just said. " We can't just blow their shit up?" he asks. " No we've tried that before, the Yakuza would just send over more money and they'll rebuild. If it's blood shed you want don't worry, with the history between the Ronin and I, it won't be pretty." I say coldly.

"Alright then I guess we are done here. I'm gunna go grab a pint at the strip club. Anyone want to go?" the boss offers.

Shaundi and I take him up on it but Pierce decides to stay behind. We hop into the boss's fully decked out Vortex and speed off to Technically Legal. The radio blasts rock music and the cool night breeze rushes in through the windows messing up my hair a little. And then the thought of her creeped into my head. ' Maybe if you wouldn't spend all your time looking at half naked women with the boss you'd have more time for me Johnny.' she would joke. Sometimes I really miss Aisha. Every now and then memories of 'Eesh flood my head, and they remind me of a time when I felt human. I could go from being the cold hard ass gangster to just being a man, her man. We pull up in front of the building with a sign of a scantly clad girl swinging on a handcuff.

I step out of the car and run my fingers through my hair, fixing it a bit. The boss is on a mission and makes his way past the girls fawning over him and straight to the bar. I open the door for Shaundi and we walk in together. She sees her old friend Powder and practically tackles her. I stand there with my hands in my pockets and watch the two yap on about chick things. I smile to myself ; Shaundi needs some more girl friends, hanging with the guys probably gets tiresome. I saunter towards a stool next to the boss but I'm stopped by a petite blonde who is standing in my way. " Hello there handsome," she purrs. " What's a guy like you doing all alone? Mind if I keep you company?" She slinks to me, geez this one is aggressive. I pat the boss' back as he takes a swig of his beer. "Actually dollface I'm here with this guy." I give the stripper a wink, she's taken a back. He spits out his beer and says " Like bloody hell you are, I ain't gay!" We both laugh as I sit next to him and making kissey faces. The girl finally catches on that it's a joke and just abruptly sits on my lap. "Trying to get rid of me huh, is it because you have a girl at home?" she says with false hurt as she wraps her hands around my neck. " No, not at all." I try to be nice. She has a cute face, I'll admit that, but I'm distracted by her big fake tits that are almost spilling out of her bra. I've always been more of an ass man. "Good!" She laughs with a little extra bounce to showcase her expensive assets. I place my hands around her hips, might as well since I doubt she'll be leaving soon. "I'm Amber," she batts her eyelashes "I've seen you a couple of times around town and when I saw you here tonight I just couldn't let you get away ." " Are you always this bashful when you talk to a guy?" I joke. " I know what I want."she said assertively. "You missed my dance earlier," she leans over and whispers in my ear " how about I give you your own private show?" "Maybe some other time." I start to get up but she presses up against me to stop. "Free of charge of course. " Who am I to turn down a free dance? "Alright, you win." She lets out a happy squeal and takes my hand. She begins to lead me to the private rooms. I look back to see the boss and he tips his beer towards me. "Good luck, mate." he yells then chugs the rest.

She leads me to a dark red velvet curtain at the very back of the club which is hidden by dim lighting. She pulls back the curtain to reveal a hallway decorated with the same deep red as the curtain with flecks of gold in the paint to compliment the accents of the decor. " We are going to go to the very back so we don't get interrupted." she purrs. As we walk we hear muffled moans of pleasure can be heard, both of men and women, from behind the doors that line the hallway. She stops at the last door on left she " Here we are." She opens the door and beckons me to come inside. I sit down on an over stuffed couch that wraps around a corner of the room and at the opposite corner is a small platform and a pole for her to perform. She walks over to the stereo and plugs in an iPod, after a few seconds of scrolling through music, she sets the iPod on the table. Her heels click clack all the away up to the platform, an eerie and screechy beat plays.

She presses her back against the pole and slowly slithers down . Turning around she grabs the pole and pops her ass raising it up to the steady beat of the song "Closer". Her hands run up her legs to rest on her shaking backside . She hops on the pole and leans back, her top clinging to her breasts for dear life. She blows me a kiss and twirls down the pole. She lays on the platform and arches her back upwards, her fingertips teasingly travel up her toned stomach and over her chest. Her movements are slow and mesmerizing, following the beat of the song. She sits up to turn towards me, her nails claw lightly at her inner thighs as her mouth parts and her tongue licks at her lips. I enjoy the show but unfortunately she is doing nothing for me. "I want to fuck you like an animal " her lips mouth the words to the song as she walks over to me. She stands in between my legs and lowers herself to her knees. Her hands slide up and she reaches towards the zipper of my jeans. I suddenly sit up straight, pulling myself away for her. BANG! BANG! BANG! Gunshots, and they sounded like they were coming from the front of the club. I hear screams of fright from the girls. I rush out of the room to see what the commotion is all about, leaving Amber disappointed and flustered.

I see Shaundi looking left and right, her hand over the handle of her gun ready for any surprises. My eyes scan the crowd looking for the boss and I find him at the bar holding a gun to the bartender's head. "I said .. gimme o'nother." he demands. I rush over to calm him down. "I...I...can't...you've reach the limit." the bartender stutters. He looks at me for help "He just kept throwing them back like there's no tomorrow. I don't want any problems." "Geez man, come on let's go. We'll go to another bar." I grab his arm and try to pull him away, he shrugs me off. "No I'm staying right 'ere!" Shaundi tries to help me drag him to the car but he's being stubborn. "Please boss, we can go to another strip club if you want. "Shaundi offers. He stumbled out the door and throws his hands in the air "Fine! I'm driving." "Boss you can't..." Shaundi began "I 'ave the keys I drive!" he jingled the keys in front of her face but almost falls over. Shaundi catches him. I turn the boss around to face me "Sorry, but your being an asshole" I say before punch him in the face, knocking him out. "What the hell Johnny?! He's going to be pissed when he wakes up." Shaundi complains as I throw the boss over my shoulder. "Yeah, yeah I'll take care of it." I put him in the backseat. "Aren't you getting in?" I ask her. "No I think I'll stay the night with Powder since she's back in town." she answers. "Alright, stay safe." I say as I step into the car. I head towards HQ to drop off the boss . I drag him down the stairs. God, he is heavy! I set his fat ass on the couch, then I finally head home in my car. I can't wait to just take a fucking nap already.