Previously on MTRD:

The Saints finally escaped from the Masked Assassins' building. Henry got knocked the f*ck out. Shaundi and Viola ended up in the same car, because the Boss used 'the threat' on Shaundi. Shaundi did not take too kindly to that…

I whipped out my pistol, and started firing at the group of masked assassins that emerged from the darkness. I took out a couple. They scattered all over the place avoiding bullets, while taking shots. Many of them getting real close, and almost hitting their target. We fought them off well, we always do. From the corner of my eye, I noticed a small red dot on the back of Viola's head.

I darted towards her and tackled her to the ground, as the bullet whizzed by. She hit the ground, and I fell flush against her, reminding me of a moment we had in the past... I stared into those dark eyes, trying to gauge her reaction. Her face remained blank, and her eyes skimmed over my face. She arched a brow, sending me back to reality—I felt my cheeks heat up, and I hoped she didn't notice. I briskly got off of her, and pulled her up. She looked dazed, and/or deep in thought, as she dusted herself off almost robotically.

"A-are you a-alright?" I asked, and she cleared her throat. Sh*t, did I just stutter?

"Oh…umm yeah, thanks," She forced a grin, her cheeks tinged with red.

I nodded with a simper on my face. I looked around to spot Shaundi, and found that she was currently busy with a few members—nothing she couldn't handle, of course. I thanked my lucky stars that she didn't notice what went down between Viola and I…although it would be fun to see a jealous Shaundi. I shook the thought away, and got back to kicking some a**.

Shaundi

After all the car chasing, gunfire, and overall madness, I pulled up in front of the Saints HQ. I slammed the car door, briskly and treaded into the elevator along with the other Saints, with a passed out Henry on Pierce's shoulder. An awkward silence fell as soon as everyone stepped in.

My gaze fell on the Boss from the corner of my eye, and noticed how his eyes were glazed over—like he was somewhere else entirely. My staring didn't go unnoticed and a small smile graced his lips. The corners of my mouth pulled upward, instinctively, but I quickly shot down the smile before it happened, when I remembered I was mad at him…well not really…I can't stay mad at him…but I can't give in so easily, he did use 'the threat' on me after all. He frowned at me, and then I pulled my eyes away from him, deciding to stare at the elevator doors instead

The elevator beeped, saving me from having to deal with the tension. I don't think I could've lasted another second without looking at him.

The Boss

Shaundi was giving me the cold shoulder, and I felt bad. I instructed the other Saints to wait for me in the basement, and pulled Shaundi aside to talk. We sat down across from each other on the couch. I looked her in the eye for a few seconds, until she raised an eyebrow. I cleared my throat.

"I'm sorry."

"As you damn well should be," She nodded, with a stoic expression, inspecting her manicured black nails—she didn't believe me.

"Shaundi, I really am sorry."

She rolled her eyes. "Bite me."

I frowned, but the frown slowly transitioned into a smirk as I formed an idea. I shrugged. "You asked for it."

I leaned closer to her, and she narrowed her eyes at me. "What are you—"

She looked taken aback when I pinned her.

"WH-what are you doing?!"

"Only what you asked of me, Love," I stated innocently.

She resisted and squirmed beneath me.

"If you would quit squirming, it'd be over soon."

I nuzzled my face into the crook of her neck, which smelled strongly of her perfume mixed with a more unique scent, which I could only identify as 'Shaundi.' She giggled. She actually giggled. I chastely kissed her neck. I gently bit down on her neck, and she squealed loudly.

"D-don't! Stop!" She said in between heavy breaths and all the laughing.

"Don't stop? Okay, "I smirked, before nibbling on her neck.

"Aah! S-stop that tickles, you a-a**hole!"

I got off of her with a smirk placed firmly on my face. "Well, why didn't you say something?"

She swatted my arm, and chuckled. "You're such an a**!"

"You love me," I winked.

"I do," She nodded seriously.

I felt my cheeks heat up, and I smiled, what I guessed was a goofy grin. She smiled as well.

"Red is a really great color on you," She laughed, and I shook my head.

"I love you, "I said. The words felt foreign on my tongue. Those three simple words held so much meaning, yet I found myself saying them so easily –without any difficulty. Now it was Shaundi's turn to blush. I smiled and kissed the tip of her nose.

"Okay, okay, enough with the mushy-gushy sh**. It's time to get back to business."

It amazed me how easily she could turn from lovey-dovey to cold-hearted. I suppressed my laughter, and sighed.

"I'll never use 'the threat' again…"

"Prove it."

I let out a small breath, and offered her my phone. "You can delete it yourself."

"Good man," She grabbed my phone, and looked through my pictures—there were only five…I still wasn't very sure how to work the camera…

Shaundi scrunched her face up in disgust—she found what she was looking for. She tapped the screen a couple of times and then handed it back to me. I frowned at her. She deleted my favorite picture of her.

"I don't know why you would delete it, you look adorable—"

"I know."

I rolled my eyes at her modesty."Then why would you want to delete it?"

"I'm a sex symbol. I don't do cute," She stood up, and brushed past me.

"Am I forgiven?" I asked, hopefully.

She turned back around and looked me in the eye with a stoic expression. Her eyes fell from my eyes down to my lips, and a playful smirk tugged at her lips.

"Fine," she scoffed. "But you better never pull that sh*, again! Or I swear I will—". My lips pressed firmly against hers.

Shaundi

If it were anyone else, I would've punched them for interrupting me. I happened to really like this interruption, though… My breath lodged into my chest as I kissed him back. I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him in closer. But, to prevent things from getting too heated, I pulled away shortly after. I stared into his eyes which were piercing into my own—we stayed like that for a few seconds, basking in each other's ambiance, until we heard someone clear their throat loudly.

The Boss removed his arms from around my waist, and took a few steps back, in one fluid motion. I turned my head swiftly in the direction of the voice—almost getting whiplash in the process—and they're stood Viola with her arms impatiently crossed. I scanned her face, looking for a reaction. F*ck she knows!

"Umm…It's not what it looks like…" The Boss offered. Seriously? That's the best he could come up with? It's a good thing he's good-looking…

Viola rolled her eyes. "Yeah, okay, whatever. We've been waiting in there for over twenty minutes!" She glared. "My time is precious, and you're wasting it!"

"I'm really sorry, Viola. We'll be there in a minute!" The Boss said.

Boss

I looked into those big blues, as they stared back, as if challenging me to do it. To pull the trigger. To end her life. To add another b**ch to my kill-count. To avenge the fallen. I deliberately raised my Desert Eagle so that it was eye level with her forehead, and cocked it. It was time for me to send this b**ch to a permanent resting place.

"Are you gonna just stand there? Ah don't tell me your conscious finally kicked in," She smiled mockingly.

"That is definitely not the case," I shook my head. " Do you have any last words?"

She rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Ugh this is so cliché, I swear…Fine, umm…F*ck you all," She turned to me with a bored expression, "Can we move on?"

I nodded, "As you wish."

Once again my finger hovered right over the trigger. Looking into her eyes was too much for me to handle, so I looked away from her eyes, hoping to gain some leverage. They were hauntingly familiar. They brought me back to my past. Reminding me of someone I had lost years ago—before I joined the Saints.

My sight set on the slight hint of a scar on the side of her neck. My eyes scanned over her face once again. It can't be! Your mind is playing tricks on you! I had to prove myself wrong. My focus on her neck was unwavering as I took a step closer.

I pushed aside a lock of silky black hair that was on her shoulder, earning me weird looks from everyone in the room.

"What are you doing?" Viola asked impatiently.

I ignored her question, and proceeded. Gently, I swiped my thumb over the concealed scar—wiping the make-up off it. Revealing the distinct scar, that was burned into my memories. Past memories rushed into my mind—unwelcomed. My gun fell to the floor.

Suddenly everything dawned on me; the big lips, the thick wavy hair, The widow's peak, The cat-like blue eyes—all familiar features that belonged to her. I felt dizzy, and my chest ached. The room felt as if the temperature rose. She looked so different…but I was sure that this woman's name wasn't Victoria.

"Angel" The name spilled from my mouth, as it came into mind.

A/N: Thank you all, for your kind reviews. I really appreciate it. Also,let me know whose point of view you want to read.