"C'mon, man. Let me go, I don't want any trouble." A homeless man pleaded.
Boston had the guy by the collar of his dirty, tattered shirt and was forcing him to walk. Boston had a hand on his side. He was bleeding.
"If you didn't want trouble, your ass shouldn't have stabbed me."
The hobo gave a nervous laugh.
"C'mon man. You understand how it is in this city right? Kill or be killed."
"Oh I know how it is." Boston shoved him toward a small poorly made home that was made of a mattress, an old fridge and a few pieces of wood. "You want your home so much? Fine. You can have it."
Boson grabbed the hobo and threw him at the small hovel. The hobo landed on it with a loud crash. Boston waved away the small cloud of dirt and gave a small cough. He looked back at Johnny, who was shooting a few other hobo's with a shotgun. When one of them tried to sneak up on him, PG shot him in the leg. The hobo screamed and held on to his leg. PG took the opportunity to shoot him a few times before he died. Boston chuckled.
'Like Father, like son.' He thought.
Boston felt a little bit of a chill, despite the large bonfire nearby. He pulled the hood on his hoodie over his head and walked over to the two Gats.
"Is that all of 'em?" He asked.
"Yeah. No more Samedi. No more homeless assholes." Johnny gave PG a pat on the shoulder. "Thanks for savin' my ass by the way."
PG gave a huge smile and nodded. His eyes lit up.
"You look like you were complimented by your hero." Boston said.
He ripped off part of his hoodie and used it to bandage his shank wound.
"I was." PG replied.
Boston let a small laugh escape his lips.
"I thought you would have gone soft Gat."
Johnny eyed Boston.
"I spent all those years in jail with inmates that tried to kill me countless times. I was the one shootin' down cops with you when you saved me from bein' sent to the fucking chair and you thought I went soft?" Johnny scoffed. "I'm insulted."
"Okay, I won't be honest with you any more then. Hey PG. Let me see your Shepard."
The young Gat gave Boston the gun for him to inspect. Boston saw that a Fleur-de-lis was carved into it. The carving was a little sloppy, but not too bad. Boston aimed the gun around the place. He pointed it at Johnny playfully.
"Hands up, Gat."
Johnny put up his middle finger with a grin.
Boston gave a small smile before being tackled to the ground. He tried getting out of the attackers grip, but that's hard to do when he/she has a knife to your throat.
"Nicole! Get the fuck off him!"
Nicole?
"I saw him point a gun at you."
Yeah, it was Nicole. Boston recognized the voice.
"It was a joke, you crazy bitch! Get off of Boston!"
Nicole gasped. She let go of Boston and took the knife from his throat, accidentally cutting his neck a bit in the process. Boston got up and dusted the dirt off his hoodie. He removed the hood and looked down at Nicole.
"S-sorry Boston."
"Don't worry about it, it's cool. So what're you doin' here?"
"I could ask you the same thing."
"Me and the Gats were clearin' out this place. Now that it's only us, it's Saints territory. So what are you here for?"
"PG texted me to come by here."
Boston and Johnny looked down at PG.
"What? He asked. "I didn't think she would wanna miss out on the fun."
Nicole looked around the broken down hotel, seeing the added wreckage and dead bodies.
"By the looks of it, I did."
Johnny gave a small shrug.
"Sorry we couldn't save you some assholes." He said.
"Don't worry about it."
Boston started walking around the ramshackle, inspecting it.
"Aight Boston, what do you think of the place."
"It's a shithole."
"True." Johnny walked over to a torn up couch an threw a dead body off of it. He sat down and put his hands behind his head, relaxing. "But it a shithole with potential."
Boston scratched the back of his neck, an uncertain look on his face.
"I don't know about this Johnny."
"Oh come one. Add some flat screens, a stripper pole, maybe some better furniture."
Boston took a seat next to him.
"You had me at stripper pole."
"Fuckin' A."
Boston and Johnny did a fist pound. Nicole walked over and leaned against the couch.
"If we get a stripper pole, I'm not gonna be the one doing the stripping."
"Why not? I'm sure we could get a good cash flow goin' with you flashin' your tits."
"Watch it, Johnny."
Boston nudged Johnny.
"Yeah Gat, you don't want her goin' all Jacqui on ya ass."
"Who the fuck is Jacqui?"
Boston looked at the oldest Gat with wide eyes.
"You don't know about Jacqui?"
"No."
Boston shook his head and put a hand on Johnny's shoulder.
"Be grateful you've never had to deal with her."
"Who the fuck is Jacqui?"
"A bad side of Nicole you never wanna see."
"Whatever."
PG kneeled down and started poking a corpse.
"So what do we do with these guys?" He asked.
"Put 'em in the fire."
"What?"
"You got another way we could get rid of 'em without attracting attention?"
"Well, no but-"
"Then we're burning 'em."
Boston got up and picked up the corpse PG poked and put threw it in the bonfire.
"Aight let's get started. We got a lotta dead bodies here and the sooner we take care of 'em the sooner we can get a crew together."
PG and Nicole nodded and went to gather the corpses. Boston looked at Johnny, who was still chilling on the couch.
"Gat, that includes you."
"You're jokin' right?"
"No, I'm not. Now get your ass up and help us."
Johnny got off the couch and helped the three with the task at hand.
As corpses were being thrown into the burning fire, the smell of burning flesh became stronger. They were almost done clearing them out, but still had some work to do.
"Y'know this ain't exactly what I had in mind for my day."
Johnny grunted as he threw yet another corpse into the fire.
"We gotta get this place cleaned up. I ain't gonna spend my time stepping over bodies whenever I come here."
"Yo, I ain't no janitor."
"No shit. You're a goddamned diva."
PG laughed and immediately went back to work when Johnny shot him a look.
"C'mon Boston, this is shit people who just got canonized should have to do."
"Good idea." Boston walked over to one of the dead bodies. "We'll just ask some of the crew for help." He kicked the corpse in the head. "Hey buddy, you wanna help? No?" Boston look back at Johnny. "Looks like we're doin' this ourselves."
"That's my point. We can't really run a gang if we don't have, Y'know, a fuckin' gang!"
"You said it yourself. The rest of our old crew were either killed or busted by Troy. We gotta start fresh."
"Yeah? Well let's get on that shit because I'm done moppin' up blood."
Nicole laughed a little. Johnny glared at her.
"What the fuck you laughin' at?"
"What's wrong? Johnny Gat can't handle cleaning up a few bodies? Aw." She pinched his cheeks mockingly. "Awww, poor baby."
"Bitch, I outta-"
"Watch who you're calling a bitch."
"What're gonna do? You gonna 'go Jacqui on me'?"
"You really don't want me to."
"Bring it."
"ENOUGH!" Boston yelled, his voice echoing around the hotel.
Johnny and Nicole flinched and looked at the Rubilia.
"I don't want any fightin' goin' on between you two. We already have enough problems, we don't need anymore. You feel me?"
They nodded.
"Good. Now as for startin' a crew, I met this really se- Uh... Cool guy named Carlos. He help me bust outta jail. I think he'd be a good addition but we're definetly gonna need more. Either of you got suggestions?"
"Yo, I met some people in jail who could help." Johhny took out his cell phone. "Let me make a few calls."
"I know some people who'll be useful." Nicole said, getting out her phone.
Boston looked past the two and at PG.
"Yo PG. You know any tough guys in your school that can help?"
"Yeah. I got some classmates that have parents that wanted in on the Saints before they fell apart."
"Call 'em up. We're gonna need all the help we can get."
Boston walked up the stairs.
"There's shit you gotta do for these guys though. They ain't gonna follow just anybody." Johnny said.
"So I gotta prove myself like I did to Julius? That shouldn't be to hard."
"Before you go, what kind of crew are you lookin' for?" Johnny asked.
"I want people that are strong, loyal, can take a bullet and if they got some connections-"
"Expect us to get three outta four."
Boston shrugged and continued up the stairs. The Saints saved him and his sister. He wasn't just gonna sit there and watch the gang fall apart, though that ship may have already sailed. He was gonna bring back the Saints and bring 'em to the top.
"Every gang needs a leader." Boston mumbled to himself. He smirked. "I guess that leader has to be me."
You weren't ever gonna hear him complain about that.
Hope you liked it. Workin' on the next one right now.
