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Chapter Eleven: Uncertainty
Day 16: 17th September, Tuesday
She let out a long groan before haltingly opening her eyes, glaring at the artwork plastered on the walls. Placing her palms flat on the floor, she stood up and looked around and sighed at all the Saints in random positions everywhere, even the top dogs. Shaundi was hanging off the balcony in the penthouse, Pierce was planking on the bar, Zimos was on the couch with all the bitches, Josh was on the stairs like a starfish, Kinzie literally drooled on a passed out Russian Superman and as for Viola, God knows where she is. The rest of the Saints were either drawn on, stripped to their underwear or involved in the body piles. "What the fuck?"
She looked down at herself and her biker suit she got just for the assassination was, well, actually doing quite fine. She leaned against the wall as she walked down the stairs, lazily pushing open the door that led her outside. Spotting her best friend exiting the pool, she rubbed her head when she smiled at her. "Well, you're up."
"What the fuck happened?" She asked groggily, still light-headed from last night.
"Yeah, you might not like this but... We spiked your Saints Flow and we had a party."
"You what?"
"It wasn't lethal to your body, don't worry."
"Sharron, I'm not worried about the fact it could've killed me, I'm worrying because you gave me a fucking roofie! Stimulants and depressants don't mix... That's like mixing rum and Red Bull. Then you know you're fucked."
"I'd never thought you'd act like this, Amber."
"Well, I am. I'm your best friend you look after when I'm knocked the fuck out, not some hooker you suddenly find wasted on the street. You can't do that to me."
"Look, I did it because I care about you. You were getting more depressed and I didn't like it..."
"Me? Depressed? Sharron, I'm trying to get my life back together. You see my wrist? My ex, Danny, broke it to the point that I had to have multiple operations just to fix it." She forced her sleeve up, revealing the brace that protected her left wrist and Sharron glared at it. "I'm not supposed to be doing all this running about but I've always put everyone in front of me. I've been taking meds ever since that fucking day and you say how I'm depressed?"
Sharron took a long pause, "I'm sorry, okay? Maybe, maybe I should just go, huh. Maybe, I should just pack my things and leave."
"And where are you gonna go?"
"Somewhere far from here."
Amber froze her gaze on Sharron and rubbed her chin with her knuckle before breathing out. "Damn, Have, that really hurt."
"I just... don't like seeing you grieve over Nathan like this. It's putting me down, it's putting you down. I just... I just don't like it." A tiny tear fell down her cheek and she sniffed, parting from the temporary leader but she moved, hugging her tightly.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have jumped you like that. I didn't mean it. You know I love you, don't you?" There was no reply and Amber cupped her cheeks and forced her to make eye contact. "Don't you?"
"Of course you do."
"That's my girl. And I love you too." She lay a timid kiss on her cheek before Amber walked back inside and Sharron looked at Steelport. Today's gonna be a long day, she thought before waking up the rest of 3rd Street Saints. Then something snapped.
Amber suddenly stopped inside her office, a hand over her stomach and something washed over her like a knife cutting her insides to shreds. She fell down to her knees and cried out in agony, tears pouring out like rain and she felt this rock in her stomach, coaxing her to run to the bathroom and reject whatever that bug was. Her head was spinning and her throat burned of hydrochloric acid, her face rosy and body temperature going at it's highest. Hitting her again, she held the base of the toilet and threw up, feeling soft hands hold her hair back and spitting the nasty taste out her mouth, she wiped her lip. "Are you okay, Leigh?" this velvety voice asked her and she smiled faintly.
"Yeah, no... I don't know. I was fine until I just... Well, you can see."
"You sure?" She felt the back of his hand peck her throat, "You're boiling."
"Yeah... Guessing my dinner came back to haunt me or something. Really, I'm fine. Just need some air, that's all."
"You sure?"
"Of course... Now go back to bed, I didn't mean to wake you up."
"Whatever you say, angel." He left and she coughed before flushing the toilet and reached for the sink, helping herself up to look at her face. She looked normal, although her face was slightly red, her hair was still bright red and her cheeks was still moist with tearsa. Rinsing her mouth with strong toothpaste and mouthwash then cleaning her face, a thought escaped into her mind and she rushed upstairs, getting her Shepherds and keys to her Attrazione.
OoOoO
Locking herself in the bathroom at the Safeword stronghold, she breathed before getting out the pregnancy test she brought. "Instructions; pee at the end of the stick and wait a couple minutes. If you see a dark plus in the blue positive circle, congratulations... I don't think I can do this."
"Boss," there was a knock on the shutter doors and Amber glared at it from her position. "You okay in there?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks. Just breathe, Taylor... You can do this." Taking out the actual test contained inside, she dropped her trousers and went to do her business. After three minutes of stalling patiently, she grabbed the test from the counter and stared at the strip, breath taken from her and hands losing grip. "Oh my god! How is this even possible?" She whispered, parting her jacket and stroking the dressing covering her stab wound. Getting her phone from her pocket, she hit speed dial and tapped her feet as she waited for the caller to pick up.
"What's up, beautiful?"
"Nathan..." She put on a brave smile as she protectively cradled her stomach. "You won't believe this but..."
"You found what was really in Saints Flow?"
"What, no. And if I did, I wouldn't have told your ass anyway."
"Then what? I'm going therapy soon."
"Well," she bit her lip as she smiled. "I'm pregnant. You're gonna be a dad, Nate." Silence coursed through the line and she gave out a laugh full of sniffles, knowing that her husband had just experienced joy from the core.
"I'm gonna be a dad?" He asked, and for all that time Amber has been with him, never has she heard the Leader of the 3rd Street Saints' voice break. "I'm gonna be a dad."
Shouting echoed about the stronghold and Amber cussed to herself, flicking the test on the floor and cautiously grasping her gun from the jacket interior pocket. "How the fuck did they get in?"
"Who?"
"These Frontier assholes."
"You gotta be careful now, Amber. You're bearing a child..."
"I know. I'll be careful, baby." She hung up the phone and slipped it in her pocket, cocking the slide and gently pushing open the doors. She peered out of cover, spotting two of them with their backs towards her and she put her gun up, only for someone to take hold of it and smack it against an edge. She had no time to react to the pain and ducked an incoming swing from her opponent, using her as leverage to roll off her back and yank her arm out of her socket. "Wow, so nobody brought a gun or something?"
"I did." Metal struck against the back of her head and Amber fell forward, rolling over to avoid the metal baseball bat and kicked out, tripping up the Frontier wielding the melee weapon. She stood straight away and ran for the stairs, seamlessly passing the enemies awaiting her confrontation and halted at the stripper poles.
"You're gonna die," one said, waving a knife loosely in his hand and she almost laughed, counting eight gang members wanting her head on a stick.
"Then may your luck be in your fucking favour." Amber jabbed three times before uppercutting her victim, latching onto the arm that reached out to pull her hair. Elbowing the guy behind her, she threw him over her before darting to the next goon at light speed and bringing his head on her knee. She moved, adrenaline flipping her backwards twice and she landed on someone's back, blasting them forward as well as blasting her back. The guy with the blade readied to attack but she was also ready, dodging the blade adeptly before seizing it and driving it in his chest.
A glint of silver caught her eye and she looked, spotting her Nocturne dug into the floor but one of her opponents knew what she was up to and they shared glances. At once, both bolted to the weapon and Amber was first to reach it, yanking it out the ground and swinging hard. Blood sprayed everywhere and she grinned when two halves of a body lay sprawled beside her and the rest showed fear except for one, who looked rather impressed. She sprinted with the elongated, edged blade and impaled three at once with it, digging the tip into the wall before performing the two-move heavy attack on the girl ready to strangle her with her pink tie. She took that tie and ran to the next person ready to die, coiling the accessory tight around her thorrax and wrenched down, causing the girl to gag out of reflexes before falling limp.
She glared at the last Frontier, a girl with pink neon contacts and dark blue hair, walking fast to her before punching fast but she gasped. The girl tilted back to avoid her nose getting crushed and Amber tried again, still getting the same result. The girl landed a kick at her chest that sent her tumbling backwards, having her end up back on her feet and she tackled the girl to the floor and repeatedly knocked at her jaw. When she was ready, neon eyes widened and Amber gave a questioned look, too late to stop when her palms slapped her ears. She cried out in distress, the same sneaker pushing her off and she stood, chopping her throat and performed an axe kick that was countered, flashing her a smirk. Gathering all her strength, she smashed her back against one of the poles and she moaned, falling painfully on her side. "You have no idea who you're fucking with here," the girl said, crouching over her and Amber felt copper tingle her taste buds and half-smiled. The elevator chimed and more Frontiers filled up the stronghold, aim dead on her.
"Maybe, but that doesn't mean you suddenly take down a woman who's carrying a child."
"You're pregnant?" She raised a brow as she tilted her head. "Don't look like it."
"Well, I checked just now and plus, the pregnancy test is in my bathroom. You can go and check if you think I'm lying." She glared at her deeply before her hand signalled and three rushed up the stairs. Amber held the pole to help her up and caught the fist prepared to collide with her cheekbone. "Don't you even fucking dare, anime bitch."
The girl drew back her wrist and rubbed it, her men coming back from the bathroom with the test. "She's not lying, Jen. She really is pregnant."
"Well, congratulations Amber-Leigh. I guess I'm gonna be killing two people at once."
"Only if you knew... Jen." She landed a direct punch to the girl's nose before getting out her other pistol and bolting the other way. Bullet flew past her as she dive-rolled for her own safety and when she was a couple feet away from the tall windows, she opened fire at the glass and jumped out of the building.
