A/N: Got this idea while writing the Introductions oneshot. Aisha is finally offered that contract by the vice kings, and Johnny doesn't take it too well. Enjoy. Please leave more requests.
Betrayal
"Johnny, can I come in?" Aisha asked as she walked in Johnny's makeshift office inside the church. Her voice was hesitant, and Johnny wondered why that was. Aisha was not a hesitant person, at least, not that he knew of. They hadn't known each other long, since Johnny had just joined the saints a month or two ago, but still, they were becoming friends, and that had to count for something, right? He liked Aisha, and as far as he knew, she liked him too.
"Sure." He nodded, gesturing for her to come in. She obliged and made her way inside the office, and sat down at his desk, or whatever the hell it was. "What's going on, Aish?" He asked as he noticed the uneasy look on her pretty features. Something was bothering her, and he could tell right away. Aisha, however, didn't say anything. She merely reached into her back pocket, and pulled out a folded up piece of paper. She unfolded it, carefully, and laid it on Johnny's desk. His eyes looked over it, and he saw her signature at the bottom. "What the fuck is that?" He questioned, looking back up at her.
"A contract." Aisha answered simply.
"A contract?" He interrogated. "What the hell do you need one of those for?" He really honestly had no idea what was going on at the moment, and Aisha's heart was breaking bit by bit, because she knew that Gat would be pissed at her. She didn't know if he would ever forgive her for what she was about to do. But she didn't expect him to, all she knew was that she knew what she wanted, and that was to be a star.
"I made it Johnny." Aisha replied simply. "I'm gonna sing."
His eyes widened as he looked at her, then back down to the contract. "Kingdom Come Records!? Are you fucking serious Aisha?" He questioned as he stood up.
Aisha flinched at his voice, "I know what I want Johnny."
"And what's that? To fuck over the saints?" He kept on yelling, but this was the response that Aisha anticipated from him. She knew he was going to be angry. But she could have never imagined him to be this pissed. "Goddamn, Aish... Do you even know what you're getting into? Have you even read this thing?" Johnny kept questioning as he picked up the contract to look over it once more.
She nodded, "I have a lawyer."
"Are you really sure this is what you want?"
"It's my dream, Johnny... Music is my life." She answered in a heartbeat. "I have to do this... I thought you would understand."
"I do." He turned away from her. "Just go." He said, and she left the church with tears in her eyes.
