Sorry for the wait. I was busy. Anyways, about The Boss's name, Grant, I'll call him by his first name. I'll still have some Saints refer to him as The Boss. Anyways, I hope you like this chapter!
-Flashback Dream #1-
"Come on, Grant!" My brother, Trevor yelled.
"We aren't suppose to go here!" I yelled back.
We were in the woods in this cold Fall season.
"You have to at least see my tree-house, you pussy!" Trevor yelled, jogging to his tree-house, I couldn't really keep up with him. Damn he's fast, I thought.
"You're 17, I'm 16, we aren't really suppose to be into tree-houses!"
"Hey, there'll be some playboys in there!"
We got to Trevor's tree-house, it looked like an average tree-house with some shit magazines.
"You know, if you don't get to any colleges, you could be a pimp." I said, looking at the "dirty" magazines of naked women.
"Asshole."
I chuckled and sat down on a ripped-up couch. It's comfy as hell.
"You know that girl at school, Brittany?" Trevor asked, looking through one of his playboys.
"Yeah, so what?"
"She likes you."
"A nerd like me? Please, it's probably just for me to do her homework."
"Hey, stop doubting yourself like that."
"She's not my type." I said.
"What's your type, then?"
"You'll see."
"Shit, Grant, we have to go." Trevor said, looking at his watch.
"Alright."
We left his tree-house and we left the woods. We walked in the streets of Stilwater, hookers, and gang members were all around us. As well as normal citizens. We were close to our house, great now I can finally get to some schoolwork.
"Watch out!" yelled Trevor, pushing me to the ground. A car came by and some gang members shot people around us. Trevor got hit in the neck with a bullet. The car drove off as Trevor fell to the ground.
I got up and tried to stop the wound from bleeding.
"Trevor! Don't leave me! Please!"
"Grant...promise me something."
"I will." I said, tears streaming down my face.
"Kill those sons of bitches." Those were Trevor's last words. He slowly and painfully drifted to death. I couldn't do anything.
"Trevor, come on, don't leave me!" I slammed my fist on the pavement, sirens were coming closer, and closer. To the point where paramedics were carrying Trevor in a gurney.
I awoken up, I felt wetness on my face. Dammit, was I crying? My brother was right, I am a pussy. I never had a flashback like that. In years, actually. I looked to my right, Shaundi's still asleep, I didn't want to wake her up. I quietly got up and out of the bed. I got dressed and left my room; hoping that my penthouse isn't a big damn chaotic mess.
Wow, I looked at the surroundings, my penthouse looked good as new. What maids did Pierce hire?
I went downstairs, still looked good as new.
"Pierce? Johnny?" I called out.
"Dammit, what?" I heard Johnny say, he got up from the couch he had been laying on.
"What did you guys do?" I ask, pointing out at the surroundings.
"I didn't do shit." Johnny says, also looking around.
"Pierce!" I call out.
"What Boss?!" Pierce questions out, stumbling out of a room.
"What did you do?"
"Oh, I got some bitches to clean this place up."
"Thanks?"
I sat on the couch, and sigh.
"So Boss, what are we going to do?" asks Pierce.
"Well, we aren't done with Magnificent Corporation, I think."
"How can you say, 'I think?'"
"I just mean I think!" I yell, I had gotten irritated with Pierce's questioning.
"Where's Shaundi?" Pierce asks, changing the questioning subject.
"That doesn't matter." I say, shifting my eyes back and forth between Johnny and Pierce.
Johnny smirked, fuck, I think to myself.
"Don't tell him." I mouth to Johnny.
"Pierce, Shaundi is somewhere in this penthouse, you just have to look for her." Johnny says, smirking at me.
Asshole, I think to myself.
"Excuse me." I say, running upstairs, and I close the bedroom door.
I jog back downstairs, Johnny was the only one in the living-room. Shit.
"Where's Pierce?" I question, obviously scared off my mind.
"Oh, you know, looking."
"You're killing me, Johnny."
"That's what friends are for!"
"Pierce! Come back down!" I yell, as if I was yelling for a lost child. Hell, Pierce is a child.
"I can't find her!" Pierce whines. Thank god, I thought to myself.
"That's because she left when you were looking. Yeah, so leave!" I exclaim sarcastically.
Pierce mumbles a few words as he leaves my penthouse.
"Okay, Johnny never do that again." I order.
"It's funny seeing you freak out. You should've seen that damn look on your face."
"Just stay here, I'm gonna go check on Shaundi." I say, leaving Johnny downstairs.
I entered my bedroom, thankfully it didn't look like Pierce checked in here. I sit down on the bed, I lightly push Shaundi.
"Maybe you should wake up." I say out-loud, hoping Shaundi could hear me.
"Shut up Grant." Shaundi says, pushing the sheets.
"Hey, don't say my name when people are in the penthouse." I say, getting up from the bed. "Sorry, I had to wake you up, it's just, Johnny is making me suffer. I just think it would be better if you were out of my bed so it doesn't look...suspicious."
"Fine.."
"Great, I don't have to suffer anymore!" I exclaim in happiness. "But, seriously we got some shit to do."