HEY HEY HEY! I know I got a lot of explaining to do. Has it been a month since I updated? I am so sorry! Really been preoccupied lately since of majors but I promise I will fit in a writing sched daily so I'll I can post often. Sorry if this chapter seems short but nothing is really happening up there. Don't get me wrong I have ALOT of ideas listed down but I'm saving that for later chapters! Please leave me a message or a review on what you guys want to see happen I listen to my readers, your comments give me the push to update faster! (:
"God damn it Pierce!" Shaundi turned to the man sitting next to her on the ground, both of them taking cover behind the bar holding their weapons near.
"Hey you don't hear us complain when one of your Ex's try to kill us." He snarled at her slipping in another magazine in his pistol.
"This is why I don't go out with you people!" The boss shouted pointing a bottle of jack at the two, now swerving.
The two lieutenants shared a look then eyed their boss fumbling around the bar like there were no gunshots being fired at them.
"BOSS!" Pierce yelled calling the blondes attention who had her lips around a bottle of Jager.
One of the thugs approached confidently his gun stretched in front of him.
"Chill." She flicked her hand and threw the bottle over her shoulder hitting the man square in the face. His associates just stopped and stared checking their friend's well binging.
"I got this." She smiled drunkley jumping up to her feet, drawing out two golden plated desert eagles her index fingers on the trigger, her guns sideward leaning side to side as she long-drawn-out her arms making it rain not missing her aim, putting holes into the white clothed men now drenched in he favorite color; blood red.
She looked over her shoulder with an eyebrow cocked as she saw the look of astonishment on her lieutenant's faces. "Well what the hell are you standing around for?" She asked them in her usual tone.
"Shit… that was fucking amazing boss." Pierce shared with a fat grin.
"Aren't you used to this yet?" She looked over her shoulder and smiled cockily.
"Now take these motherfuckers out."
"Come on lover boy…" Shaundi sighed making her signature snobby expression, making sure Pierce knew that this was entirely his fault through her tone.
Shaundi and Pierce made a dart to the left, the boss to the right running for their lives as gun shots went off again as more of these sharply dressed men came pouring into the room like an army of ants.
The flaxen haired leader slid across the marble tables to hide behind the nearest booth taking cover from the gunfire, if she needed to reload now would be the time.
She screwed up her pale blue eyes trying to peer through the artificial fog in the throwing around guesses on how many men she needed to take out.
"Why did I have to wear something this skimpy?" She asked herself looking down at her ensemble, shaking her head for missing the opportunity to pack more heat.
She propped her back onto the seat clenching her guns close as she turned to check on her saints.
The place was in total chaos it was like that where every they went but would it hurt to have a peaceful night? Her purple-donned allies took everyone out, some even chased after them as they were already retreating.
The boss stood up from her hiding spot and aimed her guns at whomever was not wearing purple pulling the trigger without any second thought. She was your regular gun slinger it was like she was born with a gun in hand, some people paint, some play a musical instrument but this was her talent; welding a gun.
The familiar clunk of the gun immediately told her to duck for cover, she dove down onto the floor. "Shit." She cursed digging her pockets for ammo but no avail.
"God damn it." She groaned frustrated making a mental note to never listen to Shaundi about what to wear ever again.
She searched close by trying to find anything to protect herself with, there was nothing but broken bottles. She made a face imagining the scenario if she decided to throw it at them since it worked great earlier, thought that was a complete accident.
She shook her head immediately landing her eyes on a mini sub machine gun a couple of inches away from her. A sly smirk grew on her rouge-covered lips.
"And when I thought the party just ended."
She took it into her arms and got up with a small sway.
"Say hello to my little friend!" She shouted in glee always wanting to say that aloud.
She didn't give anyone the chance to even blink and just sprayed everybody with bullets like homicide was going out of fashion.
The boss released the empty gun onto the floor seeing that all her foes where now face first onto the ground, everyone bathing in their own blood.
Everyone else emerged from their hiding places in a snail's space, all cautious particularly the clueless club hoppers.
"You can all come out now, I killed them all." She told everyone that the coast was clear.
And on Queue the strobe lights went off flashing like Christmas lights on steroids making it hard to see.
Quickly her instincts told her to get the knife resting around her thigh.
A face in the dark sprang at her wrapping his arms around her forcefully. She elbowed him gripping the knife around her hand tightly, placing the sharp end towards her throwing her arm backwards stabbing the man in the stomach, his grip loosened but he did not remove his hold on her. She then pulled out the knife sticking out of him and twisted herself around with catching the man off guard she kicked him sharply against the chest, sending him crashing through a table.
She then straightaway looked behind her the lights still going nuts. She felt like she was having a seizure or a really, really bad headache.
Another man came running towards her. The boss' eyes widen as she saw the gun in the man's hand but she was quick on her feet to launch herself at him before he could point his gun at her. She grabbed him by the collar and pierced the knife into his skull in one move.
Gunfire went off followed by a couple of loud thuds, thuds that sounded like bodies dropping.
The fair-haired gangster dropped the lifeless man in her arms and spun around to see more of these men were now on the floor.
"Shit." She didn't even notice these men behind her if it wasn't for her savior she would probably be dead.
"Pierce?" She looked for a familiar face knowing one of her friends saved her.
"Shaundi?" No one responded making her worry.
A firearm peacefully laid on the floor presenting it's self. She swiftly bended down and took it into her hands now extra guarded.
The saint stood back up now feeling someone behind her, she swung her arm and twisted her hips pressing the cold metal on this mans neck.
She looked at him extensively even squinted her eyes before she recognized who he was.
"You?" She questioned him surprised and pissed off yet relieved.
It was the man she met at the three-count casino, Frank.
She still had her gun pointed at him not dropping it unless she was unquestionably sure that he was on her side.
He stretched for her gun trying to lower it but she did not let him in account she transferred it onto his head.
"Who are you?" She added more pressure onto the gun pushing it closer to his forehead.
"Don't you recall? It's Frank." He said confidently like there was no gun being pointed at him.
"That's all you're gonna give me?"
"I'm a drifter." He informed raising his hands up letting her know he meant her no harm.
The lights open, it sufficiently bright enough to restrict ones sight. She cringed placing her free hand over her face blocking the light away from her eyes.
She blinked and shot her eyes back onto the him but he was no longer in front of her.
"Boo."
He was behind her.
His breath crept onto the back of her neck, she threw her arms up wrapping it around his neck quickly shouldering him in the face then threw her arm sending him a blow to the face but he swiftly blocked it.
"Stop, I'm not here to hurt you." He told her trying to get away from her strong grip even thought he wasn't at all exerting effort, looking like he truly did not want to fight.
"How am I sure that your telling the truth pretty boy?" She asked him tightening the lock.
He gestured at the fallen bodies. "If I wanted to kill you I would let them do their job."
"And waste your gun skills?" She told him that he shot all these men in the dark without missing a beat.
"Look if I wanted to kill you we won't be talking right now…"
She rolled her eyes and let go allowing him to gain his dignity back.
Frank placed his hands around his neck, stroking it with his fingers as he caught his breath.
"You don't ever sneak up on me." She informed him, tucking the handgun in her skirt observing the stained floors and walls plus the lifeless bodies, she approached one and examined his clothing more closely.
He wore an all white three-piece suit.
"Who the fuck are these people?"
She turned around to see Pierce and Shaudni approaching sporting a rugged look, Pierce even had a bruise forming on his right eye.
"Shit. What happened to you?"
Pierce turned to look at Shaundi and opened his mouth. "I don't want to talk about it."
"It was dark alright." Shaundi confessed flinging her hands up.
"Girl! Does it look like I'm wearing freakin' White to you?" Pierce snapped.
The two started to bicker they were known to do so at least twice a day and they were just on schedule.
The boss eyed her wrists checking her watch not really wanting to check the time but to send a message. "Four A.M right on time, always" She said placing a hand on her hip.
Shaundi took of her eyes off Pierce to send the boss a look but saw Frank instead. She parted away from Pierce discontinuing their little quarrel to put her focus on this man.
"Who the hell are you?" Shaundi gestured to the tall burly-built man.
The Saints leader turned to Frank and shrugged her shoulders telling everyone she didn't know and was uninterested.
The light brunette haired gentleman stepped forward. " My name is Frank." He said suavely bringing out a hand to shake.
Shaundi and Pierce looked at him closely with puzzled bothered faces. " Hey boss, is he your one night stand tonight?" Shaundi smirked gestured to frank completely ignoring his presence, which made frank just brush his hand through his hair.
A dry chuckle escaped the Boss's lips. "What? No." She turned around and stooped down in front of the body lying in front of her thoughts occupying her mind.
"What is it Boss?" Pierce asked inching forward.
"Looks like someone didn't get the memo." She opened the lapel of the blazer to check for a wallet or ID.
She already told everyone on national news that Steelport was now Saints territory and she precisely threatened anyone who dared to take over it. She made it loud and clear.
"How did we not even know about this?" She turned to Pierce who was dumfounded as she was.
"Um…" He began.
"Um… What do you mean um?" She mimicked him, placing her hand on the crook of her hip.
"Look things have been low key lately and we might have been-"
"Busy?" Shaundi questioned implying that Pierce wasn't.
"Pierce this is your job to make sure no fucking gangs get into the city." The boss reminded now facing Frank.
"You know anything bout this? If you have anything to share spit it out now."
He shook his head. "No."
"Then what are you doing here?"
"It's a party anyone with twenty dollars can get in." He replied coolly.
One eyebrow fell heavily onto her eye, the other shot straight up as she gazed at him in defeated taking out her phone.
"Who you calling? Pierce asked trying to get a glimpse of the boss's cellphone screen.
"You sleeping?"
"I never sleep… Remember?" Kinzie said on the other line sounding aggravated as ever.
"What do you need?"
"Can't I just call you at four A.M and ask what's up?"
A deafening silence followed by Kinzie exhaling.
"Really? Do you really want me to state to you that I finally slayed the boss on level twenty on tanks and warheads?
"You heard about Pierce's mishap yet?" The boss asked moving the subject turning to Pierce who was eavesdropping into the conversation. She gestured for him to leave her alone, inching away from him as he stepped forward.
"Can you not?" She mouthed waving him off.
"Fine." He said beaten and decided to join Shaundi who was now having an impromptu interview with Frank.
"That he let another gang into Steelport?" Kinzie replied in a jaded manner.
"What? You knew about this and didn't do anything about it or at least told me? "
"Why else would you be calling me out of the blue?"
"Good point.."
Another silence developed.
"Fine… call me when you find something." She told her resting her foot on the dead man like he was some sort of mat.
"Is that all?" She grumbled.
"Um… there's one more thing." She said looking over her shoulder observing a particular English man.
TO BE CONTINUED...