Author's Note: queendma; thanks for the fav and follow. I'm taking it as you liked the first chapter.
The sun began to shine through the dirty curtains of the studio apartment. The bright light shined on the sleeping body of Sherise and Justin. The young milk chocolate skinned woman groaned before blinking her eyes open. She looked to see she was lying on a beat up red love seat. Her head rested on a broken arm rest as her legs dangled off the side. A loud yawn caused her to move her head to see Justin sitting up on a beat up red couch. He rubbed his eyes before looking at the female across from him.
"Sleep well?"
Sherise sat up with a small yawn of her own before focusing on the male. "I can't say. I'm used to sleeping on a soft bed."
Justin chuckled before standing with a stretch. After feeling stasitfied with the cracks of bones he headed to the front door. Sherise, knowing where's he's headed followed without further delay. The two walked in silence for a awhile before Sherise spoke.
"How's the leg?"
Justin focused on up ahead, not even taking a glance at the female besides him. "Better."
Sherise looked like she wanted to say something. Was that all he has to say? Nothing else. She moved her eyes from Justin to up ahead to see a small gathering in a church yard. She sighed, knowing that he wasn't going to be talking anytime soon. They walked into the yard to see Julius and Troy at the top of the stairs.
"Every muthafucka here knows what we need to do. Those bitches be ridin' around, thinkin' they own these streets. I don't what flags they're flyin'... Rollerz, Carnales, Vice Kings...no one's makin' this nigga scared to walk the row. We 'bout to lock this shit down...right now."
Sherise stood by Justin through Julius' whole speech. It was a good speech, to bad that speech had to come from a asshole, traitor.
"Fuck, yeah."
Sherise was still thinking about insults when the voice of none other than Johnny Gat brought her out of her head.
"Who the fuck are those two?"
Sherise watched four Saints surround them before looking at Julius, as he began to speak to Johnny. "Troy and I found them. I was going to see if they'd ride with us."
"Julius, if they want to run with the Saints they have to get canonized."
Sherise glared at the Asian before smiling. She had took karate when she was younger and still takes lessons on weekends. She's up to a yellow belt right now but that's enough to get in.
Troy spoke for the first since Sherise and Justin got there, agreeing with Johnny. "He's right, Julius. Everyone had to do it."
Julius looked from Troy to the two future recruits. "Are you two ready for this?"
Sherise looked at Justin to see him crack his neck before cracking his knuckles. Sherise sighed before getting in her karate stance. Without warning the Saints decended on them. Justin had knocked one out, as Sherise karate kicked another into a tree. The fighting went on for another minute before the time was up. Justin had a busted lip as Sherise had a sore leg. After catching their breaths, they turned to see Troy walk over. The undercover cop gave them a hand sake. Sherise can see that Tory was really impressed.
"You two earned your colours."
Sherise turned just as another Saint walked over. She remembered him as Dex, the rat that dropped his flag.
"That's some impressive shit; the only other Saint who kicked ass like that was Johnny."
Sherise rolled her eyes at Johnny's statement. "Shit, took me half the time."
Julius walked over and shook their hands. "Welcome to the 3rd street Saints." he then moved his attention to the rest of the Saints. "Let's get down to business. If we're serious about takin' back the row, we gotta let those muthafuckas know what time it is. Now you break it down, and it's all about respect. Get enough of it, they're gonna back, and we're gonna move right on in. We got some friends in town that could use some help. Give 'em a hand. 'Cause, you can always drop any muthafucka flyin' the wrong fly. So long as word gets out that the Saints is on the Row, I don't give a damn how you do it. You feel me?"
After Julius' last speech, the Saints started to go their own way. Sherise and Justin watched the gang spread out before looking at Troy, as he was the only one standing.
"Now to get you two a piece. Let's go to Friendly Fire."
Sherise, Justin and Troy ran from the church yard to the gun store down the street. From being canonized they earned two thousand dollars a piece. But shopping will come later, they both brought vice nines. Then the three ran down the street.
"Now let's go kill some Vice Kings."
They took their guns out and started shooting. Shooting for real is harder than it seems on the game. But then again, Sherise does have the difficulty on casual. But she managed to shot a few Vice Kings in the head as the others got a chest or back full of holes. When our intended targets laid on the ground, Troy came walking over.
"Looks like that got there attention...if it gets too hot, go to Forgive and Forget, they'll cover up everything..."
Justin didn't say anything but ran out into the street, where a black Elswolf stopped. Justin snatched the door open and pulled the driver out. Sherise stood at the curve, watching the hijack. Couldn't believe she was witnessing this full hand. The sound of a car horn snapped her out of her daze. Shaking her head, Sherise hurried and ran over, and jumped in the back seat. With a screech from the tires, they were off. The drive to Forgive and Forget was short, but with the way Justin was driving on the sidewalk, why wouldn't they be?
When the it was clear, Justin drove out of Forgive and Forget. Justin didn't say anything, so Sherise was about to speak but Troy beat her to it.
"Okay, now that everything's taken care of can you drop me off at Freckle Bitches? I'm jonesin' for a fun bag."
Freckle Britches was actually down the road from Forgive and Forget. So the ride to the restaurant was short as well. After Troy got out, Sherise hopped in the passenger seat, just as Justin's phone rung. Justin after all this time since they woke up this morning. He said nothing still but pushed the speaker button on his phone.
"Good work playas...word has gotten out that the Saints ain't bullshitin', now we gotta lock our rep down."
With that the phone call ended. Justin took the call menu off and went to maps, before putting his phone back in his pocket. This all didn't go unnoticed by Sherise. She looked out her window to see them hit the freeway before she moved her gaze to her fellow Saint.
"So where are we headed now?"
It was quiet for a long moment, after Justin exited the freeway and made a left is when he spoke. Just four words, but couldn't have been any simpler.
"Just a little shopping."