Sorry guys I had to re-edit this there are a lot of mistakes with the beta but this is final! Enjoy I will try to post the next chapter tonight! Don't forget to R & R it always makes my day! (: Peace ~
The saint with Asian heritage stared at his boss who was being surrounded by a team of fashion stylists, hairdressers and makeup artists all busy trying to make her the picture of perfection. He had been sitting beside her for some time not doing anything but watch her like if he took his eyes off of her something bad would happen.
The blonde leader of the saints sat in front of the heavily lit vanity her eyes and hands glued onto her smartphone holding onto it like it was life support.
Gat hugged the backrest of his chair his chin resting on his arms he looked way too comfortable, his heavily tinted sunglasses deceiving everyone that he was asleep if it wasn't for the expression on his face that gave away that he wasn't actually sleeping, he looked ticked off like the normal Johnny Gat but he was being immature about like a boy groaning about but not actually telling anyone what's wrong.
The boss sighed pulling apart from her phone she couldn't resist him anymore and just had to talk to him.
"What's eating you?" She asked gesturing for the hairdresser to leave them with one flick off the hand.
He looked away grinding his teeth slightly not saying anything.
"Gat." The boss called growing a tired expression on her face.
Her right-hand man sighed quickly taking a glance at the surroundings.
"Yo are we seriously doing this?" He asked her changing his tone like he was begging her not to go through with this corporate image thing.
The boss straightened her back and looked around seeing these people sporting the color purple in stylish fashion.
"Why the fuck not? I look good-" She said gesturing to her new threads.
"And you look good-" She added looking back at him seeing the look on his face a proud smirk and she knew he wanted her to continue.
"But more importantly I look better. Plus we're getting paid for this so… Man up." She told him in her normal commanding manner but this time he was taken aback by her words.
Was she selling out? he thought but just quickly ignored the idea and just focused on how she questioned his manhood.
He shrugged his shoulders and sighed again. "Whatever you say, Miss Cleo." He rolled his tongue on the insides of his mouth.
Cleo short for Cleopatra it was what he called her lately The boss was born to rule he'd give her that, seductive he didn't want to admit and she can persuade anyone to do anything besides she was being unreasonably extravagant like the Egyptian Goddess these days.
"Um… Excuse me Mister Gat." A young man called from a safe distance shaking in his boots in the presence of these two saints.
"What?" Gat snapped rising from his seat.
"Were ready for you…" He replied with a gulp gesturing towards the white backdrop where a tall model of Latin descent stood impatiently waiting for Gat checking her polished nails.
"What… What is this?" Gat turned to The boss who had an obvious fake innocent smile on her lips, she shrugged and told him she didn't know.
"Are you complaining?" She asked crossing her arms in a teasing manner.
"Let's just get this over with." He said pushing the young assistant out of the way.
The boss smirked to herself dropping back into her seat with a thud. She knew Jonny hated doing these sorts of things and everyone thought it would help if there were a scantily clad woman in the room.
She watched Johnny make his way in front of the camera pulling the Latina model into his arms with ease like the suave gentleman he was. The model was what The boss called "Basic" sure she was pretty and had curves in the right places but nothing unique but still she didn't want to admit it she hoped to be like her when she was younger.
Flashes went off one after another the Veteran photographer only pulled away from his camera to direct his models.
"Closer." He gestured for the two to get touchier what could they say Sex sells and everyone knew it.
The model replied by turning around putting her back on display with her profile visible as she rested her chin on Gat's shoulder while Johnny placed his hands on her bottom and on cue he slightly lifted his glasses to look at his boss even smirking at her for a moment.
The boss rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers and without missing a heartbeat one of her on set assistants came running in with a brand new pack of cigarettes and a lighter in hand.
She took the pack away from him, ripped apart the silver paper and popped a cigarette in her mouth and with another snap of her fingers, the young errand boy lit it for her.
"Thanks." She told him waving him off as she enjoyed the first puffs of her cigarette.
The young man nodded flashing her a big smile and left looking like he was the only one who wanted to be there. She watched him leave oddly feeling nostalgic like he reminded her of someone she used to know, a young man eager to help with anything no matter what the cost; Carlos.
She looked down taking a long hard puff letting the smoke explore every inch of her lungs trying to comfort herself in little ways even though her ways may lead her to some sort of cancer.
"Miss?"
The boss looked up shaking away her thoughts seeing that everyone was looking at her and it sank in it was for some time now, even Gat stood in the far end of the room watching his boss have one of her many zone out moments.
"What?" She asked the whole room tossing her cigarette on the perfectly clean floor.
"It's your turn." The photographer said in his heavy French accent.
"Oh." The boss let out and pulled herself up to her feet. She checked her purple three-piece suit and pressed forward mentally readying herself for the camera, sure she looked stylishly awesome in her suit and skin-tight pants and her five inched booties but one thing never changed she still had her awkward moments.
The room grew silent as the leader of the saints made her way onto the white backdrop.
"What do you want me to do?" She asked the photographer as she fixed her combat gloves.
The camera clicked.
"That." He replied to her and pressed his face onto his camera.
The boss grew a questionable look following the Photographer's orders not sure if what she was doing was right.
"Yes just like that, like you're gonna beat the crap out of me."
The blonde beauty shrugged her shoulders and put on the fiercest face she could pull and the photographer loved every minute of it.
"Oh yes, the camera loves you."
Gat watched silently enjoying the beverages an un-concealable smile on his lips the result of seeing The boss in her state right then, he wasn't making fun in fact it was admiration.
"Mister Gat would you please join us?"
Gat's smile quickly faded like he didn't even lay his eyes on his boss pretending that he was looking at the condiments the whole time.
The boss looked at Johnny blankly not sure what the Photographer had up his sleeve but if she won't like it she was ready to draw the line and smash the camera into his face.
Gat threw his drink into a bin and made his way back in front of the camera oddly ready to hear some ideas from this French fellow.
"Good, if you could please stand behind her and let's just make up things as we go."
Both nodded and posed.
The boss faced the camera with a hand on her hip while Gat stood from behind her looking over her shoulder, chest pressed against her back.
"Actually, come closer."
The boss laughed.
"I am not getting touchy with anybody." She snarled taking a step forward as he got closer.
"Why not?" Gat joked closing the space in-between them.
The boss looked at him with a raised eyebrow ready to smack him.
The photographer sighed rubbing his face with his free hand. "Just put your hand on his shoulder…"
"Come on Cleo, were getting paid for this remember… now man up." Gat teased reminding her what she told him a minute ago.
"Whatever." The boss said blankly mentally slapping herself for saying that earlier. She then placed her elbow on his shoulder lazily supporting herself wanting to get this thing over.
"Okay take five." The French man announced handing his Camera to his assistant and moved to the computer nearby to check the photos while the two took advantage of the free drinks.
The boss picked up a purple can and poured its contents into a clear like crystal liquid in a cup.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Gat asked making a face not accepting the fact that someone actually drinks Saints Flow.
"It's okay with vodka, try it." She replied handing him the cup, which he refused to touch.
"You're such a God damn diva." The boss informed taking a sip of her drink.
"Tell me we won't be doing this again, I'm getting real tired of this shit. Can we go back to killing mother fuckers?" Gat shared leaning onto the table peering his eyes through his glasses.
The boss finished her drink quickly set it aside to listen to her best friend examining how he was acting and sighed.
"Say I have to tutor this guy on being a saint…" The boss began. Gat grew his famous mischievous smile like the words coming out The boss' lips were music.
"What's the plan?"
The boss tapped a finger on her chin scanning her brain what was the thing the loved most.
"How about a classic bank heist?" She asked proudly.
"Sounds good, keep talking."
"Then let's dress up as you just for the heck of it."
"Fuck yeah, I'm down!"
Gat made a fist and The boss did the same gently hitting her knuckles on his.
Her eyes fluttered open and as soon as she did she felt a splitting headache growing. She threw the blanket off her body as sweat rolled down her soft skin and it was unbearable to breathe, sleeping in leather pants and a corset wasn't the most comfortable sleepwear.
"Did someone sucker punch me to sleep or pile drive me?" She asked herself out loud clutching her head in her hand trying her greatest to sit up.
For her, the room felt like an inferno as she was sweating buckets either from her chosen attire or perhaps her dream. She wiped the cold sweat rolling down her forehead and pushed herself on the edge of the bed where she took her time stripping out of her clothes no matter how big and crystal clear the windows were.
The boss dropped her bare feet onto the floor that was strangely cleaned from last night which she was thankful for since she had completely forgotten about her little fit.
She made her way into the bathroom in her glory and opened the shower setting it on the coldest temperature she stepped in without testing the water if she wasn't awake earlier she was now.
She wrapped her arms around herself letting the cold water hit her hard. She shivered but ignored it. She quickly noticed what she was doing and stopped she wasn't going to cry in there like some sort of girl in a chick flick who was going through a breakup.
She pressed her hands on the wall looking down at the floor for some time putting herself together and decided she had to have fun today or she was going to lose her mind.
The boss stepped out of the shower with a towel around herself having this newfound shyness with putting on a free show. She made her way into her walk-in closet quickly taking out a white trench coat a purple dress shirt and another top which was deep violet she matched it with barely-there shorts and her favorite hot boots. She let her hair down not caring if it would cooperate with her once it's dry, she's not impressing anyone today or should she ever.
She made her way to the elevator that led to the garage. She pocketed her phone crossing her fingers that no one would need her for the day.
The elevator doors slid open she was flittingly greeted by cars lined up in two rows. She turned to her left and right then left again until she saw a matte dusky phoenix the rims were purple and so was the roof.
She hopped in and just sat still for a minute deciding where to go or if she wanted to take anyone with her. She scanned her brain thinking of who to call but she decided that she'd give everyone a break to sleep in since everyone needed it.
The boss opened the glove box and took out a pair of leather gloves and her keys. It was humid a minute ago and now it was chilling cold.
The engine purred it was music to her ears she loved fast things especially cars the more vintage it was the more she loved it.
She shifted gears and pressed on the gas, yes in her high heels she was used to it you wouldn't have time to take them off in a police chase, would you?
The car exited the garage and the sound of raindrops hit the metal of her roof making her sigh.
"Really?" She looked up taking her hands off the wheel for a moment.
"Should I break in the old songs now?" She asked the skies shaking her head and just decided to ignore the weather and continue on her way though it didn't help that she woke up at the crack of sunset.
The boss drove around town for about an hour doing the thing she told herself not to do sit in the car in the middle of the city by the docks with the windows rolled up tight and she was enjoying a blunt with the volume up high, misery loved her what could she say.
"Can you see my eyes are shining bright?
Cause I'm out here on the other side
Of a jet, black hotel mirror and I'm so weak
Is it hard understanding I'm incomplete?
A love that's so demanding I get weak"
"I am not afraid to keep on living
I am not afraid to walk this world alone
Honey if you stay, I'll be forgiven
Nothing you could say can stop me going home"
She sang along to the song like it was her job her singing voice was actually quite surprised it was in tone and it seemed like she meant every word she said, it was weird since it wasn't even coming from a CD she chooses or from her IPod it was a random radio station.
"I am not afraid to keep on Living
I am not afraid to walk this world alone
Honey if you stay, I'll be forgiven
Nothing you could say can stop me going home."
"These bright lights have always blinded me
These bright lights have always blinded me."
"I see you lying next to me
With words, I thought I'd never speak
Awake and unafraid
Asleep or dead"
She turned the radio off weirdly feeling better no matter how apparent the world was joining in with her sorrows like it was sort of sick joke every was partaking in.
The boss rolled down the window and threw her blunt on the ground then changed gears to reverse it was enough sulking she thought for the 5th time today.
She drove to the nearest building, it was tall in it was purple all over. It was one of the Saints buildings and she wasn't there to work she was there to play since she was feeling lucky.
She pushed the door open, placing her heel down onto the concrete making the pedestrians turn and look to see this leggy beauty departing from her vehicle. She pulled her coat tighter even buckling the belt so that it won't open any time soon.
A sharp whistle escaped her lips getting the attention of one of the Saints around. She tossed him her keys and warned him if he should ever scratch her car.
The double doors were opened for her by the bouncer guarding the door even bowing slightly when he saw her. She smiled back mouthing him thank you, she hid her hands inside her pockets as she stepped inside hearing the ding and beeps of the slot machines.
"Which-" She turned her attention on the baccarat table.
"One-" Her eyes landed on the slots
"Should-" The poker table
"I-" Craps
"Play." She stepped forward walking towards the Roulette table where a group gathered making it impossible to see who was playing. The boss pressed herself into the group gently pushing the bystanders away, they all turned around and saw who it was and made a small gap for her to enter.
There was a couple of old men playing and a younger male probably in his mid 30's or late 30's he was surrounded by women, they weren't prostitutes they were actually costumers. He was Caucasian, brunette and in all fairness he was ruggedly handsome.
One by one the players grew restless from their streak of losing and stood up from their seats. The boss grew a smirk on her bare nude lips and took a seat. The only player looked up seeing who has joined his game.
He raised three purple chips, a Barney the five hundred dollar chip commonly but since this casino was run by the saints it was the highest chip; a thousand dollars. The dashing man sporting a sports jacket and baby blue button up handed it to the blonde on his right and made her kiss it for luck, he then placed it on a black trio.
The boss watched this unfold rolling her eyes before she took out her wad of cash and gave it to the man with the chips making everyone look even the gentleman not believing how she could bet everything she had on her. He smirked at her.
She then took all her chips and placed it on a red street.
"Alright then, no more bets?" The dealer asked then span the roulette around.
Click, click, click
"Red number 3!" He announced making everyone clap the women cheered letting The boss know that she lost. It didn't bother her, win or lose it's still her casino and the earnings were hers, how come no one knew that.
"Winner, winner chicken dinner." He had a husky British accent. He smirked yet again this time at The boss trying to get on her nerves.
She shrugged her shoulder at him and took all her chips and placed it on a red split. He raised an eyebrow and took all of his chips out a lot more than The boss' then he placed it all on one number also a red.
The man managing the table shook his head not believing how these two were getting so cocky especially The boss since she just got there.
He dropped the ball and span the roulette around.
"Red… 18!"
The table grew silent as all eyes were on The boss.
"Thank you." She smiled mockingly at the British man as all the chips where now being handed to her.
"You win some, you lose some." She added getting up from the table with her pockets filled to its max.
The boss took all her earnings and went to the bar feeling high like the high roller she was even being generous with her cash as she gave the bartender a one thousand dollar tip for just making her a gin and tonic.
"May I?" The same British voice asked her making her turn sharply in surprise since he was standing so close to her.
She looked around noticing free chairs all around wondering why he wanted to sit next to her, well except for the thought that he wanted to get in her pants… shorts.
"Look bud there about ten chairs that way that are empty." She informed him gesturing to her right.
He laughed. "I just want to buy you a drink."
The boss looked at him like he was a dog with rabbis. "I rather have the money honestly."
He chuckled again taking a seat next to her even though she clearly said no.
"Unless you have forgotten you cleaned me out." He reminded her with his kind but husky tone like silk to the ears.
"How are you gonna pay for my drink then?" The boss smiled with dead eyes.
He dug a hand in his pocket licking his lips as he looked with his finger tips.
The boss raised a brow as she takes a sip of her drink not taking her eyes off the Englishman.
He pulled out a green chip costing twenty five dollars and smacks it on the bar top.
"Double or nothing?" He called over the bartender and handed him the chip which the bartender took good look at it and scoffed unimpressed.
"Give the lady whatever she wants." He commanded him smiling oblivious that he was being judged.
The bartender and the boss gave each other a look without saying a word they said a thousand things.
"Wow twenty whole dollars..." The leader of the third street saints took a swig of her drink, ice clinging at she sets it down.
"Keep it, thats my tip." She tells the bartender who pockets it and leaves to attend to other customers.
The man sitting beside her just shook his head smirking.
"Do you have a name, my fair lady?" He asked clearing his throat.
The boss took the last sip of her drink and turned her full attention to him. "You don't deserve my name." She told him quite frankly.
"What could I call you then?"
"Leaving." She told him pushing herself up to her feet.
"Wait you look familiar." He called after her making her stop in her tracks.
"Leader of the saints." He added.
"Yep, you caught me, sorry pal but I'm not returning you your money"
He smirked running a hand through his pushed back hair shaking his head.
"You're quite the little scammer aren't you."
"Yup that I am and a couple of other things." She smiled at him and waved goodbye being true to her word and left.
"Hey!" He called again making The boss roll her eyes.
"Would you rather have my name instead?"
She didn't reply and just continued to walk away.
"It's Frank!"
The boss raised her hand and waved again turning to her right walking towards the exit.
Frank pocketed his watch watching The boss walk away while he still could with a small smile on his handsome face.
"I'll be seeing you around."
TO BE CONTINUED…
Haha yeah sorry got a major MCR fever when I was writing this, the song is from My Chemical Romance - Famous last words.