Amber, oh why did I have to do this to you? Enjoy Reading! ;)

Chapter Ten: Return To Sender

Tiana parked up in front of 3 Count Casino, putting down the side stand and taking off the helmet that matched her blood-red biker suit and bikini. Given instructions during the ride to the destination, there was in fact a small box near the doors and she forwarded it, picking it up and curiously shaking it. Shrugging it, she briefly read the tag that had her real name on and opened the flaps, spotting a note and some sort of device. Selecting the note first, she placed the box back on the steps to unfold what's inside. "Read carefully, Amber," she read to herself. "Inside, there will be a gun disruptor Kinzie's spent days putting together. Do not treat this as a toy as this will become very useful. Inside, Michael is hosting a party in 3 Count in which the Saints allowed, as he's your target. He'll be seen wearing a grey tuxedo with pink suspenders and a pink tie. Don't mistake him for someone else because The Frontiers are there also and the guys are wearing only pink ties. But not suspenders. Supposedly, the third sibling Josh is to attend as well but he'll be wearing a dark blue tuxedo with a white tie. He'll be the only Elite Bandit. Don't panic, the Saints have disguised themselves as members of the Frontiers-you'll notice that they're wearing a chain bracelet with the Fleur de Saints on it. Amber, Michael's a bit of a cold-hearted guy but has his so called 'freaky' side. To get to him, you're gonna have to expose some skin and seduce him until he breaks and gives in. Be warned though; if you decline his wishes he will shoot you so plan your action carefully and closely. Love, Jeremy... Well, shit Jerry, you wrote a fuckload of words."

After skim reading the rest of the long ass note, she took the disruptor from the box and flattened her clothes, before stepping in and almost losing her balance. The casino was filled with music and lights, the machine slots replaced with strippers dancing on their stripper poles and gang members nodding just for the sake of it. Two people brushed past her as she scanned the scene, trying to find the man with the pink suspenders. A glint of silver caught the corner of her eye and she turned, seeing the Saints' logo dangling lightly on a metallic bracelet from the two that passed her. "Nice going guys," she whispered to herself, before escaping to the bar where she tried to look for another vantage point.

There was a tap on her shoulder and she turned, expecting for someone to see right through her façade. "If I received a nickel for every time I saw someone as beautiful as you," the man started and Tiana froze. His bleached black hair was slicked back and his warm dark blue eyes were comforting to state at. He had the same facial structure, skin tone and body build as Steve, but his face seemed softer, had no harsh edges and his build matched him perfectly. And believe it or not, but his blazer was off and his suspenders were draped by his thighs. Her eyes travelled down his frame, then back up. "I'd have five cents."

"Well, you do know to flatter a girl..." She giggled and flicked the loose strands of hair behind her ear, just as practised. "I'm Tiana Lee."

"Michael Harrison." He sat on the stool next to her and sighed, undoing his tie and she thought on her feet and moved, pulling it off for him and he stared with confused eyes.

"What? If someone's suffocating under their own clothing, I'm gonna have to help them."

"Well, thanks."

"So..." She leaned forward and Michael fought his own will not to look at her cleavage. "What do you do? Guessing as you're the host of the party and you're dressed like this, I think you're one hell of a business man."

"Very lucky guess. Don't tell anyone but I work with this international criminal organisation called The New Era. I'm the guy that handles their business; drug trafficking, money laundering, computer hacking, all that shit. What about you, biker chick?"

"Well, I'm an artist. I mostly draw concept art for video games."

"So, what, you draw realistic figures then?"

"Yeah."

"Can you draw me?"

"It takes time, Michael. Time in which I don't have."

"For an artist-biker-chick-babe, you're quite the down to earth girl."

"Please, don't be mistaken by my personality..." The music suddenly went louder and the frames that were sitting on the stools got up to dance. "I'd like to go somewhere quiet. Where we can have a private chat..."

She trailed off as she slipped off the stool, purposely walking through the crowd to make him follow. She kept giving him cute smirks every time she looked over her shoulder and she took to the stairs but took it slowly, forcing him to slow down on capturing his prey and act like he's not following her. Reaching the top of the stairs, she stripped off her jacket and let it drop to the floor and Michael stalked closer, just quick enough to catch her hand.

She turned sharply as he pulled her aggressively towards him, catching her by the waist and their eyes were locked. Not a word was said, needed to be said or had to be said, and his lips mashed violently with hers. Her hand scratched at his scalp and he groaned, the vibration that ruptured about his torso sending shivers down her spine. She gasped when her feet left the ground and coiled around his hips, her back meeting the wall and she hummed, letting him take out her hair accessories. Her hair brushed her shoulders like a fiery river and one of his hands combed through it, pulling her deeper and deeper into the kiss.

"Michael..." She whispered lustfully, feeling his chest fit with hers and she pulled him closer, giving him the advantage of nibbling and licking at her neck. She tried to push him off her but her body wanted more, needed more. "Michael..." She whispered again, this time in failed resistance as his tongue skilfully slid across her bare skin, causing her to shudder and gasp out. He stopped and looked at her through half-lidded eyes, too excited to look sleepy.

"You, Tiana, are too beautiful." She blushed and glared at the floor but a hand made their eyes level. "It's true. It seems like Heaven lost an angel."

"No," she informed him, pushing him away and they both ended on the floor with a solid thud and Tiana was the first to pull out a knife hiding in her Heyday's. "Heaven lost a Saint." Michael's face dropped instantly and she dived for him, his kick to her hand making the blade fly out of her hand and she growled. He stumbled to her feet and she managed to get to him but when she did, she immediately halted in her place when a pistol was pointed at her.

"Why did you do that?" His voice went cold, and Tiana didn't like where this was going. "Why? You liked it. I liked it. Why the fuck did you stop?"

"I'm not who you think I am," she took out the disruptor from her pocket and held it behind her back, pressing the little button at the top. "Call me a really good actress."

"Who are you?"

"Amber. Amber-Leigh Collins." She held the button down until she heard this sort of robotic malfunction and put it back in her pocket again. "It seems like you, too, were involved with my husband's accident."

"Who? The one who fell in a coma?"

"Yeah, that one. I promised him I'd go for every single person who was involved and believe it or not but you were one of the victims."

He faked a laugh and pulled the trigger, face turning into a struggle of clueless and frustrated as his gun didn't shoot. "What the-what happened to my gun!?"

"Don't ask me. Just relax and let me to the honours." She slapped the gun from his grasp and shoved him onto the floor, sitting on top of him and wrapped her fingers around his throat. He fought against her grip and reached around, digits brushing her knife and he gritted his teeth as he stabbed her in the arm but something impossible happened.

The blade's tip pecked her skin before bending against and he blinked, her brow cocking upwards. "You should know," she said, smile stretching on her face. "I did drink Saints Flow before I arrived. And do you know what happens when I drink Saints Flow?" With a fast twist, she snapped his neck and got off him, wiping her bottom lip with the back of her hand. Her phone started ringing and she pressed the button on her earpiece, glaring back at the frame, dead, on the floor.

"Did you do it?"

"Yeah... It's time." She hung up and there was a scream coming from downstairs and she grinned venomously, walking to her fallen jacket and putting it on. She calmed down and the music was abruptly cut off as she climbed down the stairs, eyes glued to the guy with the dark blue tux. The disguised Saints threw fireballs everywhere, killing the enemy gang members with one punch and ploughing them over with their purple-pinkish aura of energy.

Voices not her own crammed inside her head and Amber whined, not being able to control the well-known side effect of the irradiated Saints Flow. A Saint ran up to her and called out "Josh's leaving."

"Where is he?"

"Getting into his car."

"Shit!" She paced out of 3 Count, watching the car skid off with three others and she breathed, starting as a jog then a full-on super sprint. She felt her own aura of energy encase her as she pushed past oncoming vehicles and bullets smacked into her. She sprinted faster, picking up the first gang car and hoisted it over her head and dashed it to the second, flipping over the explosion she created and closed in on the third. Violet flames licked her arms and danced around her fingertips, bystanders staring at her in awe and she heard them thinking about having a can of Saints Flow.

There was a roadblock made by the Frontiers-the pink and grey gave them away-and she formed a ball of fire in both hands before ejecting them in different directions. Josh's car was still moving and she got to sprinting again, sliding on a fiery bonnet and ramming a truck off its wheels. It slowed down a bit but Amber was able to speed up, leaping over the whole car and stopping in her tracks, the car shaping around her until it stopped. The passengers looked at her with big eyes as they saw her untouched and she jumped on the bonnet and bent down a bit, ripping off the roof and gripping onto Josh's throat. He gagged and squirmed but shrunk when she held him above her.

"And where do you think you're going?"

"Home...?"

"No, you were thinking about telling the rest of The New Era. Now, that would be a very bad thing to do..." She stomped her foot on the car so hard, already smoke bellowed from the engine and the Frontiers in the car were too much in panic to get out. "Wouldn't it?"

He just whined and she tilted her head, getting no response. She shrugged before stomping her foot again and everyone was engulfed in flames, but Amber casually walked out and looked back, feeling the effects of the Saints Flow wear off. Thinking on her feet, she used the remaining energy to sprint back to the HQ.