I feel like Barry's voice claim would be Burt Reynolds. R&R please and Enjoy your read :)

The next day Aisha sighed as she watched her kids lay in bed with a hangover. She shook her head, a disapproved look on her face.

"This is one of the reasons I didn't want you going to TeeNaay."

"We know." They said with a groan.

"You know but you both go ahead sneak out."

Aisha ran her fingers through PJ's hair before smelling around her. She almost gagged. PG and PJ would usually smell faintly of passion fruit, but now they smelled strongly of drugs, cigar smoke and Jin. She crossed he arms and gave the two a stern look.

"Both of you. Five months. Grounded."

PG got up quickly, wincing at his headache.

"W-what!? But Mom-"

"'But Mom' Nothing! I told you not to go and disobey me."

The three heard a light knock on the door. They looked to find Johnny leaning against the doorframe with a hand in his pocket.

"Eesh, don't start yellin' at the kids if you know their heads hurt like a bitch."

"Oh that's right." She took a few steps toward him, now with a more pissed off expression. "I haven't yelled at you yet, have I?"

Johnny rolled his eyes and chuckled. He took his hand out of his pocket and tossed the twins a bottle of pills for their headache.

"You wanna yell my ear off? Be my guest. Just don't punish the kids, aight. It's my fault for takin' 'em with me to the joint and it's my fault for letting' them touch beer."

"Good point."

Aisha looked at the twins for a while before sighing.

"Fine."

"Yay!" The twins cheered, instantly regretting it.

They groaned as they held the sides of their heads in pain. She looked back at her husband and grabbed his ear, yanking it hard.

"Ah! Eesh, what the fuck?"

"I may be done with our kids, but I'm sure as hell ain't done with you."

Johnny sighed and pointed at PG and PJ.

"You two are lucky I love you."

Aisha pulled him by the ear out of their room. The twins could hear Johnny's yells of protest as they went further down the hall. They sighed.

"Thank god for Dad." They said and swallowed the pills they got from him.

PJ grabbed a remote and turned on the T.V they had in their room. They sat back as they watched the news. PJ was actually starting to fall asleep from watching the stuff.

"Fuck the news." PG said as he grabbed the remote.

He was about to change the channel until something interesting came up. He motioned for his sister to cover her ears.

"Dad! You gotta check this shit out!" He yelled.

"Hang on!" He called back. "I'm trying to get your Mother to stop piercing my ear with her fuckin' nails!"

After a short while Johnny came back into their kids room and looked ta the T.V. Jane was doing a report of the murder of a Samedi member. She was on the seen of the crime. The body was left in front of Stilwater university. Johnny shrugged.

"'Kay, so someone who was flyin' a different flag got killed. Big deal."

"Look at the body." PG said, pointing at the T.V with the remote. Johnny sat at the edge of their bed as he continued to watch. The Samedi corpse had his head cut off and a purple fluer-de-lis was painted onto his shirt. There was a message on the concrete written with the Samedi's blood.

"Back to bring some hell."

A grin slowly appeared on Johnny's face.

"Boston really wanted to get the message out."

PG and PJ sat on either side of Johnny.

"I would have done a few tags around the city, but this is a much better idea." PG said, nodding his head.

"Hey Boss." Shaundi called.

Boston looked up from his cell phone to see Shaundi walking up to him with Nicole by her side.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" Boston asked, propping his feat up on this coffee table he brought in.

"We saw that little sign you left in front of the university."

"So what'd you think? Too much? Too little?"

"Too perfect." Nicole said as she took a seat next to her Boss.

"Thanks. I was originally gonna just leave the body there and spray pain the Saints trade mark next to him. But Barry thought a little bit of a gore fest would be better."

"Barry? You took him with you?"

"Yeah, he helped me kill some of the Samedi."

"Are you sure it's our Barry?"

Boston chuckled.

"Yes, our Barry. He may act like a pacifist but he's really a guy who get's a good kick out of killing bastards. Like Johnny and yours truly."

"Who the hell is Barry?" Shaundi asked.

"That would be me."

The three looked up and saw Barry walking down the stairs with Pierce by his side. Barry had on his bartenders uniform which consisted of a white dress shirt, a red vest, red khakis and brown loafers. But the articles of clothing that were colored red were replaced with harlequin purple, while his dress shirt and loafers were black with some kind of yellow design.

"Uncle Barry! Lookin' good man. Saints purple suits you."

Barry gave a nod while Pierce froze for a while.

"Wait" Pierce started. "This bro is your Uncle?"

Boston nodded.

"No wonder this guy can fight so damn well. The others Saints didn't stand a chance against him. It was like he was the one canonizing them."

"I bet." Boston shook his Uncles hand. "Welcome to the Saints, Uncle Barry."

"Glad to be one of you all. I think I can be a great help to the Saints."

"I know you can."

Boston's phone started to ring. He answered and stepped away from the group.

"'Sup."

"¿Perdí mi bebé?"

He sighed. Carlos.

"I'm gonna get you back sooner or later you little tease." Bostson said quietly so the others wouldn't hear him.

He frowned as he heard Carlos give a low chuckle on the other end of the line.

"Todo lo que necesito hacer es hablar en mi lengua nativa y voy a tener comiendo de la palma de mi mano. Me encanta. Me hace sentir poderoso."

Bostons face reddened.

"Fuckin' tease."

"Gracias."

"What the fuck did you call me for!?"

Carlos laughed.

"Alright, alright, be cool. Maero said he wanted to have a chat with you."

"Who the fuck-"

"Maero runs the Brotherhood gang. He said he wants to work things out with you before things get out of control."

"He wants to negotiate with an enemy? That's new. Aight, I'll hear what he has to say. When do I meet up with him?"

"He said now would be best for him."

"Now?"

"Yeah. I'm gonna send you the address to the meeting place. I'll meet you there."

"You gonna be there?"

"That's right. Ver que hay jefe."

Boston shivered. Before he had a chance to protest Carlos hung up. He growled and sent him a text.

U R NOT GOIN WIT ME 2 MEET THIS GUY! I BETTER NOT C UR ASS THERE!

The reply came in really quick.

;)

Boston groaned and shoved his phone into his pocket. He walked back to the group and motioned for Barry to come with him. Barry followed him to the exit.

"You're actually taking me with you again?" Barry asked.

"Yup. Now that I really know you can handle yourself I'll be taking you with me more often."

"Always nice to have some bonding time with my nephew."

Boston nodded.

"Are we taking Shaundi's Voyage again, or are we taking my car?" Barry asked.

"Let's take your car."

When Boston and Barry were out in the parking lot Boston looked between a rusty red Alaskan and a brown Churchill and wondered which one was Barry's. He was shocked when he found Barry walking over to a shiny red Bezier with white and brown streaks. Bostson was always under the impression that his Uncle preferred things that had an old time feel. Guess he was wrong. Boston caught up to Barry and lightly touched the hood of the seemingly new car.

"Damn." Was all he could say.

Barry smirked.

"You like?"

"I love."

"I thought you would."

"Hey do you mind if I drive?"

"Very much so."

"You don't trust me?"

"With my life? Yes. With my car? No."

Boston was going to say something but quickly shut his mouth, only giving a shrug. He was getting in the passenger seat when he got the address Carlos mentioned.

"We ready to go?" Barry asked.

Boston nodded as he entered the address into a GPS.

Carlos was waiting inside of the tourist filled cavern for his Boss. He smirked, remembering how he acted while he was in the parking lot with him. He was a blushing mess and he was begging for more. Who knew he would have so much power over his Boss. It gave him a bit of a confidence boost, if not an ego boost. He knew Boston would probably be genuinely pissed that he came, but now that he knew how to soften him up it shouldn't be too bad for him. He leaned against a vending machine, hands in his pockets.

"Where the fuck is he?" He mumbled.

Carlos looked up at a stair case when he heard Bostons voice. Boston was walking down the stairs with this old man. He looked like on of the bartenders at TeeNaay, only he wore purple. Carlos waved.

"What's up Boss?"

Boston looked down at him from his position on the stair case. Boston groaned.

"Fuck my life." Boston said.

Instead of walking the way down, the two jumped over the railing. Boston landed on his two feet. The old man did as well, but lacked the amount of grace Boston had with the landing.

"Carlos. Didn't I say I didn't want you here?"

"So you'd rather go with the old man?"

The old man stepped in, resting his arm on Bostons shoulder with a raised eyebrow.

"Did this lad just call me 'Old man'?" He asked.

Boston put a hand in front of the old man.

"Carlos" Boston started. "The 'Old man' happens to be my Uncle Barry."

"And you'd be more confident in having him by you in combat?" Carlos said.

He seemed kind of skeptical.

"You'll just have to see it to believe it. So where is this Maero guy anyway?"

Carlos motioned for the two to follow him. As they walked through the caverns Boston noticed it was getting darker. He was about to comment on the darkness slowly surrounding the three, until Barry took a flashlight out of his vest. Boston raised an eyebrow as he flicked the light on.

"I thought you only had your Revolver in there."

Barry opened up his vest to reveal many pockets. One held his Revolver, another held a knife, another one held ammo for his Revolver and the rest held some miniature bottles of liquor. Boston let out a small laugh.

"Hey Barry, what's with the booze?"

"This way I can bring the business with me. It's free for family, and uh... I think ten bucks for everyone else."

"Got any Vodka?"

Barry handed him a small blue bottle. Boston popped it open and quickly drank the whole thing. When he finished he gave a sigh and tossed a bottle over his shoulder, the sound of breaking glass being heard in the distance.

"Thanks. I needed it."

Barry gave a nod and continued walking. Carlos nudged Boston and pointed to a man up ahead. They walked up to him as Barry flashed his light on him. The man has a tight red button up T-shirt, dark brown jeans and was covered in tribal tattoos. Boston eyed the man.

"You Maero?"

"That's right."

Boston was slightly taken aback by his deep voice, but shrugged it off. He looked around as he took a step closer to Maero.

"Where's your crew then?"

"I don't need one."

Boston readied his shotgun and pointed it at the tattooed man.

"That so? Let's see how good you can handle yourself at gun point."

Maero got up from the bench he was sitting on, revealing that he was as tall as Boston, if not a few centimeters shorter.

"You don't have the balls."

"Do I?"

Bostons finger had made itself at home on the trigger, just begging to pull it. He didn't care. Seeing that Boston wasn't gonna put the gun down kind of shocked Maero. Others would be shaking in their boots but Boston stood there like a statue with his eyes slowly turning into a venomous shade of green. Maero grinned.

"Put down the gun and let me talk."

"Oh I'm fine. You go ahead and say what you gotta say."

Maero shrugged.

"Listen. I'm not stupid. I know who you are."

Bostons eyes widened. Does he know about that report? Does he know that he's the Prince?

"Y-you do?"

"Yeah, Mr. Stilwater Butcher. Everyone by now knows who you are and what you've done since you've awoken."

Boston sighed in relief. He should shoot this guy for scaring him like that. He couldn't risk anyone outside his circle knowing who he was before the Saints. His parents would send their whole defense force to bring him back. To torture him. To break him. To have him begging for mercy. Or possibly death. And the things they'd do to Judith and Barry... He shook his head. Thinking about it made him feel like his insides were being eaten away at.

"Anyway" Maero continued. "There's no reason for us to tear each other apart."

"Go on."

"Here's what I'm thinking. We divide Stil-"

"I hear voices, this way!" Someone yelled.

The four looked to find three cops running over, getting their guns ready.

"Shit!" Carlos yelled.

He was the first to shoot at the cops. He, Maero and Barry hid behind the bench as they shot at the cops but Boston stayed in front and shot one of them down. Not caring if he got shot, he dashed at one of them and used him as a meat shield. Boston shot at the other cop before breaking the neck of his shield. He looked at the three who took cover behind the bench.

"You three ready to go?"

They nodded and got up, readying their own weapons.

"You're brave, Old man." Maero mumbled.

The four had left the Caverns and their cars were parked behind a Rim Jobs. Barry Was laying in the back of a Capshaw getting his wounds tended to by Carlos. While they were in the caverns fighting off the cops Barry took a few bullets for Maero. Boston sighed as he leaned against the wall. The fact that Barry got hurt, hurt Boston. He covered his ears. He didn't like hearing his Uncle scream in pain, but he knew those bullets couldn't stay in his gut forever. Barry gave a scream that made Boston cringe.

"God damn it! How many god forsaken slugs are in me!?" Barry yelled.

Maero looked at Boston with a confused look.

"That's what he calls Bullets." He explained.

Maero gave a nod.

"Just one more, Barry. Then we can patch you up." Carlos said.

Barry growled.

"Defenders of the law? More like para- AAAAAAH!"

"Got it!" Carlos cheered.

After a few more minutes Barry and Carlos exited the car. There were blood and bullet holes around Barry's stomach and one was close to his hip. The older man was covered in gauze under his clothes. Boston couldn't help but notice that some of Barry's blood was on Carlos' finger tips. Maero put his hand on Barry's shoulder.

"Thanks, Old man."

"Any friend of my nephew is a friend of mind. And as you can see, I'd take a bullet for my friends. Imagine what I'd take for the family."

The two chuckled as Boston walked up with a worried expression on his face.

"Uncle Barry, are you sure you're okay?" Boston asked.

Barry put on a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, Son." He gave a thumbs up. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

Boston sighed.

"This is exactly why I wasn't a hundred percent on having in this gang shit."

"I've done and been through worse. I'll. Be. Fine. No if's, ands, or buts."

Boston gave one last sighed.

"Alright."

He looked back at Maero.

"So what were you sayin' before? Somethin' about dividin' Stilwater?"

"Let's go to my base first. Just to be safe."

"Aight then."

Boston and Barry went to their Bezier and followed Maero in his red Swindle. As they drove Boston looked in the side view mirror and saw Carlos following them in the Capshaw. Boston leaned in his seat and looked at Barry. He hoped he wouldn't get hurt like that again.

'Maybe I shouldn't take him with me anymore. I-I can't risk anything happening to him.' He thought. 'Maybe I'll just... I don't know what to do.' Boston looked at the purple on Barry's clothes. 'He's part of my gang now. I can't just have him fly the flags and do nothin'... Atleast I don't think.'

"Boston, we're here." Barry said.

"We are?"

Barry nodded as he got out the car. Boston got out and looked at the large warehouse that was surrounded by other people who wore red and had tribal tattoos, though not as many as Maero's.

The trio followed Maero toward the warehouse.

"So this is it." Maero said, a proud grin on his face.

"This place is very" Barry tried to find the right word as he looked at the rest of the Brotherhood. "interesting. D-don't you think guys?"

"Jesus, it's liked a coked up side show." Carlos said.

Barry slapped him in the back of the head as he gave him a glare. Maero put his hand on Carlos' shoulder.

"Pretty impressive, huh?" He asked.

"Impressive might be too strong a word." Boston mumbled.

"Say something?" Maero asked.

Boston shook his head. Maero fist bumped one of his members as he walked up to another. He was on one knee and we was working on a Monster truck. Maero put his hand on his shoulder.

"How's my truck coming?" He asked.

The guy turned and his face was in full view. Bostons eyes widened while Barry had a look of pure shock. Donnie? Donnie was in the Brotherhood? He hadn't changed much. The blue that was in his hair was replaced with red.

The two Rubilia's glared at the ex-Roller.

"It'll be ready in time for the big-" He saw Boston and Barry there.

He looked frightened and shocked. Maero looked between them.

"You three know each other?" He asked.

Boston and Barry cared deeply for Lin and to see the one man that let her die made something snap in them both. The two growled and tried to tackle him and give the bastard what he deserved. Carlos and Maero were the ones holding them back. Donnie was almost cowering against the Monster truck. While Bostons eyes were a venomous shade once more, Barry's green eyes were actually turning into a fiery shade of orange. Maero pinned them against the cold wall of the warehouse.

"Listen" He started. "If you have shit with him, I'll let you deal with it later. But we have business to talk first."

Barry and Boston had finally calmed down. They looked at each other before nodding their heads, getting Maero to let them go.

"Alright then. Follow me." Maero said, as he walked inside the warehouse.

Barry and Boston glared at Donnie one more time before following the Brotherhood leader. Carlos came up to Boston.

"So I take it you know 'im?" He whispered.

"I'll tell you about it later." Boston whispered back.

Carlos shrugged. When they got into the warehouse there was a noticeable amount of the Brotherhood wolf spray painted on the walls. Boston heard someone strumming a guitar up ahead. He looked and saw a woman with red hair, bright green eyes and a lip piercing and there was a blond guy with a mullet, guitar and a few tribal tattoos of his own. The woman look up at Maero and smiled.

"You're back!" She yelled happily.

She ran up to Maero and had made herself at home on his hips. Maero smirked.

"C'mon. Did you expect anything less?"

He kissed her before putting her down. Boston couldn't make out what it was, but he knew Maero had handed her something. She looked at the Saintly trio behind him and smiled. She walked over and reached her hand out to Boston.

"Hi. I'm Jessica."

Boston Shook her hand.

"Boston. Nice to meet you."

"You can call me Barry, Miss." Barry said, taking her hand and kissing it.

She grinned.

"Such a gentleman."

Carlos reached his hand out to her.

"Hey, I'm Carlos."

Jessica shook Carlos' hand.

"And I'm still Jessica." She gave a small laugh. "Y'know, you remind me of my old house cleaner."

Carlos let his eyes fall to the floor. Boston and Barry glared at Jessica, who then giggled.

"I'm kidding." She said.

"Not funny, Miss. Especially since me and Boston are half Hispanic." Barry said.

"Oh, I'm sorry. But I was only kidding."

Maero put a hand on her shoulder and lead her somewhere else. He gave a low growl.

"I was kidding." Jessica repeated.

"Babe, do you wanna count the cash?"

"Sure."

Jessica then went to a counter and counted the stack of bills in her hand. Maero gave a nervous chuckle.

"Sorry about that."

Boston waved it off but Carlos still seemed a little hurt by the comment. Barry put his hand on the younger lieutenants shoulder and quietly comforted him. Maero turned to the blond guy with the guitar.

"Yo Matt, you ready to work?"

The guy, now known as Matt, put the guitar aside and rolled over some tattoo equipment. Maero sat in a chair not too far off. Carlos looked from the floor to the blond man, his eyes widening a little. He put on a small smile.

"Hey, aren't you the guitarist for the Feed dogs?"

Matt made a rock motion with his hand and gave a confident smile.

"Don't encourage him." Jessica said, looking over her shoulder.

"Listen Lady" Matt started, an annoyed expression on his face. "You and Maero met at one of my concerts, so I don't wanna hear it."

Matt adjusted himself in his seat and started tattooing Maero's arm.

"Don't you think you have enough tattoos?" Carlos asked, motioning to his many tattoos.

"Brother, I got a lot of canvas left."

Carlos averted his eyes to the floor once more, Barry trying to give him another confidence boost.

"So let's talk business."

"I'm all ears." Boston said, crossing his arms.

"The Brotherhood is about to come onto something big and I think the Saints are gonna wanna get in on the ground floor."

"Are you offering a partnership?"

Maero nodded. Boston put his hands on his hips. Working with the enemy? Would that be a good idea?

'Then again, he ain't really an enemy... Yet.' He thought.

He eyed Maero.

"So what's the offer?"

"20/80"

Boston chuckled.

"I thought you would have wanted to go 50/50, but if you really wanna give me 80-"

"You're not getting the 80."

Boston raised an eyebrow.

"You're joking right?"

"Do I look like a jokester to you?"

"So you expect me to take 20 percent and say thanks?"

"On your hands and fucking knees."

"Who the fuck do you think you are? I used to own Stil-"

"'Used to' is right. Times have past you by. Now you're just a has been with an eye scar."

Boston took a few steps toward him jabbing his finger in Maero's direction.

"If you value your dick I suggest you shut the fuck up!"

"You're kidding right!?"

Maero tried to get up but Matt held his arm down.

"Dude, I almost messed up your ink. If you want this to look good you gotta be cool."

Maero leaned back in his seat.

"You think a couple of washed up bangers like you and Gat can take down the Brotherhood?"

Boston glared.

"We'll see." He snapped his fingers. "Barry. Carlos. Let's go, we're outta here."

The two followed him toward the exit, Maero glaring after them all.

"Babe. Do you want me to have someone take care of them?" Jessica asked when they were out of ear shot.

"No. They'll be dead soon enough."

I will say this as many times as I have too. Nicole belongs to Cookiemonstergurl54. I will fix any spelling errors there are later