Author's Note: Emzy2k11; I am truly glad that my story got your interest. So, here's the next chapter.

Also the first part of this chapter happened before Sherise's phone call from Johnny.

Thick amount of smoke crept under the door of the mission church, west wing office. The room was filled with fogs of heavy smoke followed by uncontrollable giggles.

"What you think about the new girl?" Dex asked. He exhaled a cloud of smoke before handing the blunt out.

"What about her?" Johnny's head swarmed pleasantly, he rolled his neck making it crack, then chuckled when Dex winched at the noise.

Dex shrugged before relying what is going around the row. "Many of the Saints have their eyes on her. Plus Troy said she's some hot shit."

"Amen to that."

"I think he meant in the terms of being a psycho like you." Dex shifted his weight on the wall. "So you like her, huh?"

Johnny raised an eyebrow. "Jealous?"

"Cry myself to sleep every night."

Johnny grinned, which most would say charmingly. "Oh yeah? Well you can keep on crying. I'm so far outta your league it ain't even funny."

"Now why you gotta go and break my heart? You're one cold ass muthafucka, Johnny."

"You know it."

The two Saints Lieutenants sat quietly for a while, passing the joint back and forth. The shadow of the walls behind them grew longer, a police siren echoed in the distance. The muted pops of gunfire made the Saints sit up, only to relax again when they realized it was to far away to matter at the moment.

"You think she's taken?" Dex asked after a minute.

Johnny breathed out slowly, savoring the last of the smoke. "I dunno."

Dex clutched his arm, trying to keep his balance. He was still laughing from the weed. Johnny shook his head, smiling. The stupid giggles coming from his fellow Saint were utterly contagious. Dex slipped, he swore loudly, and landed flat on his back. Johnny bent over at the sight, deep chuckles filled his chest.

Dex groaned, grasping for breath. "Oh shit. I think I broke something."

"Get up, pussy."

"A little help?"

The Asian leaned over, grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet.

"Thanks, man." Dex patted his pockets and brought out his phone, sighing in relief when it turned on. Then he frowned. "Wha-why am I thanking you, you pushed me!"

"Bullshit, " Johnny glared.

"Asshole." Dex's phone beeped as he pressed several buttons, the blue screen lighting up his face. "You want her number?"

"Who?"

Dex rolled his dark eyes. "Who do ya think? The new girl. One of Julius' hacker buddies gave it to Julius and he gave it to me."

Johnny stretched. He was feeling mellow, calmed. Why the hell not?

"Sure. She's pretty cocky, I think she needs a reminder of what rank she's in."

Dex gave Johnny an exasperated look. "I thought you liked her?"

"Treat 'em mean, keep'em keen."

"Oh right. 'Cause that's worked soooo well for you so far..." Dex muttered.

"Shut the fuck up and gimme the god damn number."

Johnny dialled, it rang three times before a female answered, their voice caked with uncertainty. "Hello"

"Hey, it's Gat."

The voice on the other side of phone inhaled and exhaled, which didn't go unnoticed by Johnny. "Hi Johnny. What can I help you with?"

Johnny dropped his voice into a low purr. "Now, you and your friend think clearin' out the row was fun, come meet me at the church. You're going to love what I got planned for the Vice Kings..."

"Sounds good. We'll be there in fifteen."

Twenty minutes later, not that Johnny was counting. The recruits walked into the office at the rear of the church. This is where Johnny set up base. The new guy's slick, black hair was ruffled. He had different clothes since the canonzing. They must of knocked over a store, before coming here. He moved his light brown eyes to the new girl. She still wore her same outfit from before but with a diamond necklace with the Saints symbol as a pendant.

Johnny shook his head, trying to remain in control. "Take a seat."

Dex and Johnny watched the new guy pull out a wooden chair and spun it around so he could sit with his chest against the chair's back. He crossed his arms over the top and rested his chin on his arms. As the new girl sat on Johnny's desk.

"First things first. You two got a name?"

A young milk chocolate skinned teen look at her counterpart before looking at Johnny. "I am Sherise. And...he's not going to give up up his name yet."

Johnny rocked back in his leather seat, he looked the two recruits up and down, mainly Sherise and smirked. "So you two are Julius' big and bad? Shit, you don't look like much."

Sherise rolled her eyes before her and the new guy smiled, yet they didn't say anything.

Johnny continued, unperturbed: "Then again, I don't look like I have an eight inch cock, so I guess we three are full of surprises."

Dex made a small strangled noise from where he stood, leaning against a wall.

"I guess we are." Sherise said. Her gaze subconsciously wandered down briefly before returning it up with a shake of her head.

"You guys been in Stillwater long?" Johnny asked.

Sherise shook her head again. "Nah. I just got here yesterday. I don't know much about him."

Johnny nodded before asking another question. "You know much about the Vice Kings?"

"They wear yellow."

Johnny swung his legs up on the desk, enjoying himself. "The Vice Kings are named after one guy: Benjamin King. That shit don't happen unless you're a professional or a badass, and in King's case, he's both." His leg vibrated as his phone started to ring.

The caller ID threw him off. It had been almost a year with no word. Anger, regret, a quick twist of butterflies blew through him in a matter of seconds. But he kept a straight face throughout and held a finger at Sherise.

"Hold on, gotta take this." he pressed the button to answer the call, and re-open wounds he just started to heal. "Aisha, what a pleasant fuckin' surprise."

Sherise looked away for a few minutes, not all interested. After all she knows who he was talking to but couldn't help the feeling of hurt build up. This did not go unnoticed by the three males in the room.

"Whoa, slow down-"

There was silence before Johnny started speaking again.

"Okay, that's not slower, that's louder."

There was another silence before Johnny's feet hit the floor.

"Shit, where's she headed? Did you see them?"

Johnny was already about to move to the exit when he hung up and looked at everyone in the room. Dex walked over with a look of concern.

"What's up? That was Aisha?"

"Some muthafucka grabbed her sister right off the street," Johnny growled.

"Shit, man. That's the sixth girl this month. Do we know who's doing this?"

Johnny turned with narrow, angry eyes. "Yeah, the Vice Kings."

"No way, man. Kidnapping ain't King's style."

Johnny snarled at the other Lieutenant. "Maybe that slut Tanya is going behind King's back. Don't know, don't fuckin' care."

A screech of tyres made the four Saints rush outside to see a bright yellow car hurtled past. "There!" Johnny roared. "You two, tail those bicthes and get those girls back."

Sherise seemed to scowled at the barked order, but she bit her lip before taking her partner's hand and ran to a nearby black Elswolf. With a the smell of brunt rubber and the sound of screeching tyres, they took off down the street in the direction of the Vice Kings' car. Johnny watched them go, rubbing a hand across his chin.

Dex walked over to Johnny's side, with a shit eating smirk. "Treat 'em mean, keep'em keen, huh?"

"Shut the fuck up, Dex."