Author's Note: MyDeepDesire, Born2BeMe and Miss. Kookies thanks for all the reviews, faves and follows. I really appreciate it, I'll believe that I'll be updating more frequently, as long as you review you don't have to worry about another long wait. Now here's chapter six, enjoy.

Johnny flipped through a magazine with Aisha posed in her signature purple jacket without anything underneath on the cover. Sherise blinked a few times until her focus came to view. She groaned and moaned, distracting Johnny from his reading. His light brown eyes looked from his glasses to see Sherise struggling to sit up. He sighed before he got up to help her sit up on the cot. Once she was settled he sat back down in the chair right next to her. Sherise could see herself in the mirror that hung on the other side of the room. Her wavy hair was in a ponytail, albeit a messy one and was wearing only her black sports bra. Her stomach was stitched together with very thin yarn.

"What happened?" she groaned.

Johnny looked up from the magazine he began to read again. "You got one in the stomach. Athalia stitched you up."

"Who's Athalia?"

"It don't matter. All that matters is that you're okay."

Sherise rolled her eyes but she couldn't shake the feeling that bubbled up from the fact that Johnny was worried about her. "Gat you were only worried because it was a mission you sent me on."

"And...look I don't care how fucked up you are, who you fuck, if your fat, or if your fuckin' skin wrapped on bones. If your a Saint, I care. I just won't tell you that." Johnny threw the magazine to the floor.

"Can we play a game Gat?"

"Bitc...Sherise..." He corrected himself. "No."

"Please."

"What?" Johnny crossed his arms.

"Twenty-one questions." She said.

Johnny glanced over to the closed door. "Troy would love this shit. Fine, lets play. Where are you from?"

"Newark. It's in New Jersey."

"East coast girl," Johnny smirked.

Sherise was kinda shock that he knew about Jersey but when she thought about it, Saints Row takes place in a kinda real United States, at least that's what she got when she played Saints Row four. The young chocolate skinned woman shook her head before asking another question. "When did you join the Saints and why?"

Johnny raised his eyebrows. "I count that as two questions. Julius recruited me when I was nineteen. I had got into a fight with this Vice King and Julius saw me beat his ass. I joined because after the Row was messed up my momma got on drugs that the Carnales dealt. I never really liked her anyway. It wasn't until Eesh left to Kingdom Come Records when I realized that I wanted to kill 'em all."

"If Aisha wanted a career, why wouldn't you just let her go?"

"Three," Johnny kept count of Sherise's questions, even though that wasn't his thing. "I was happy for Eesh. I was. Then that motherfucka Warren Williams, the Vice King's numbers guy, tried to fuck her. So I beat his ass. Then Aisha got mad at me one night and she slept with him."

Sherise nodded her head in understandingbut felt that Aisha was ungrateful and a bitch. She cleared her throat before asking, "Are you and Aisha a couple?"

"Let me ask you something. What's up with you and the playa? You fuckin' him or something?"

Sherise shifted in her position. "I met him him a few nights ago but we're friends. My true love is back home with my sister, Jackson."

"You left your boyfriend with your sister?"

Sherise laughed before shaking her head. "Jackson is not my boyfriend, he's my German Shepherd dog. He's my best friend, the same way you're obsessed with Aisha is the same way I'm obsessed with Jackson."

"I'm not obsessed with Eesh." He claimed.

Sherise tried to stand up on her own. "Then you better change your wallpaper in your office."

Johnny grabbed the young female and was about to say something but Justin walked in. Johnny grunted before handing the girl to the new Saint male.

"Sherise, when you're done I want to see you in my office."

Sherise frowned, what the hell just happen? She sat back down before looking at Justin. He changed from the turtleneck to a black v neck that hugged his upper body nicely, showing off his gorgeous scruptrued arms, it wasn't beefy like Captain America's but just right like Hawkeye's. "Um...what happened between you two?"

"Nothing. We just had a disagreement but there is something we agree on."

Sherise didn't like where this going. "What would that be?"

Justin grabbed a chair and sat, he looked at the girl that was more than four years younger. "We agreed that you shouldn't be on any more missions like the last one."

Some how she seen this coming. Sherise glared before standing, she understands clearly that they want her to be safe but they're in a gang for crying out loud. "Justin-"

"Damien." he looked up, Sherise noticed that his hair was different. It was dark brown and combed forward, he still had a short goatee and a a thin and long mustache. "I wasn't truly honest that night we met. My name is Damien Justin Matthew. I...regardless of that you will go on more safer missions."

Sherise frowned before walking out of the infirmary, leaving a distraught Damien behind. How can missions be any less dangerous when she's in a god damn gang. And what was with the reveal of his real name? Why did he lie? Even though it wasn't really a lie but she did save him, kinda. Sherise sighed and shook her head, she couldn't be too upset they wanted her to basically not get shot again and Just- Damien was most likely skeptical about revealing his true name and only gave her his middle name since she helped him. But what made him tell her his name now and the tears...? She focused on the fact that she did most likely have a mission to go on, she'll speak with Damien after she's done. She walked out to the main area of the church before heading towards Johnny's office. She was annoyed with him but she did want to see that cocky bastard again. As she got closer to the office she noticed that the door was closed, but she could hear commotion inside. The sound of objects hitting the floor seeped through the door. Then she heard a scratching sound followed by a few grunts. She thought, Does Johnny have a tiger in there? The ordeal became clear when she heard an angelic soft voice scream Johnny's name.

Sherise bit back a sob and knocked on the door and she could hear the two shuffling his office back in order. When she opened the door she saw Johnny leaning in his black office chair and Aisha pulling down her skirt uncomfortably. Johnny had no shame. He left his zipper undone and Aisha's lipstick on his neck over his tattoo.

"You guys seem happy." Sherise mumbled, trying to mask her pain as she sat next to Aisha.

"If Aisha wasn't fuckin' with the Vice Kings." Johnny sneered. "Nothings changed, but then again not all of us have a couple million dollars to make changes."

Aisha slammed her hand on his desk and stood up. "It's always the same shit with you."

"Oh, here we go again." Johnny stood up.

"What did you want me to do? Did you expect me not to take my shot?"

"No. I expected you to remember where you came from."

"If I were from the Row, I'd wanna forget." Sherise commented to herself but the Asian male heard her.

Gat glared and threw up a middle finger, "Fuck you!"

I wish, Sherise silently thought before looking at Aisha as she yelled before she could say anything. "Oh Fuck you Johnny!"

"Fuck me! Fuck you!" Johnny pointed at Aisha. "You're the one who ran off to be famous! The only time you remember who we are is when you want somethin'!"

"Alyanna was kidnapped!"

"And I brought her back didn't I?"

"No! She and the mute did!" Aisha pointed at the young female next to her.

"Bullshit! I told them to do it!" Johnny turned to Sherise. "No offense."

"Yeah, yeah, no offense. I got shot and you try and take credit." Sherise's remark went unheard.

"If you're gonna help me, help me, but don't you dare try to hold it over me." Aisha said.

"Fine,"

"Fine."

"Fine!" Johnny seemed to want the last word. He and Aisha sat down. He gestured his hand towards Sherise. "Relax,"

"I need to relax?"

Johnny stuck his middle finger in Sherise's direction again. He put it down to point at Aisha with his index finger. "You remember Saints Row's claim-to-fame."

"If she weren't played on every radio station or plastered on your walls I probably wouldn't know." Sherise's sarcasm amused and annoyed the singer. "I'm Sherise." she introduced herself to the famous.

"We're gonna kill her." Johnny said.

For a second Sherise thought Gat was talking about actully killing her, but Aisha cleared that up when she said, "He's being melodramatic. See, I'm signed with Kingdom Come Records."

"It's no secret that the label is owned by the Vice Kings."

Sherise rolled her brown eyes, Aisha looked at her. "But the real deal is that once your in you can't get out. They rip you off, left and right, and they extort you to stay signed. I talked to Johnny and he said you'd be willing to help me."

"Check it out," Johnny grabbed both women's attention. "Eesh has a recording session in forty-five minutes. That should be enough time for you to get this done, make Aisha disappear, and give the Vice Kings a nice 'fuck you' while we're at it. I want you to take Aisha to her session, but first stop at Samson's chop shop and get your ride loaded up with some C4. Park the car at the studio and get the hell outta there. Eesh, make sure someone sees you before you jump out."

"Johnny I really appreciate-"

Johnny cut Aisha off, "Whatever. I was gonna blow that place up anyway."

-SR-

Sherise drove a white Zircon that she stole to Samson's chop shop. He advised them to not hit anything because the C4 wasn't exactly stable. Sherise really tried to follow his advice, but a stalker fan of Aisha's chased them down. She was ready to shoot the man, but Aisha told her to spare his life. So instead she took some crisp turns and hid them inside an alley until the creepy stalker drove off into the distance. Soon enough, they were ready to drive to Kingdom Come.

"So are you new? I never seen you around the Row before." Aisha broke the silence in the car that was being filled with Eye of the Tiger by Survivor on the radio. It was one of Sherise's favorite songs, but she had to turn it down to hear Aisha.

"I'm actually from New Jersey." Sherise answered, keeping her eyes on the road.

Aisha pouted. "I know I should be happy, but... I'm scared."

"It's not like the Vice Kings would kill you if they found out."

"It's not that." Aisha looked out the window to see that they've arrived at Kingdom Come Records already. "I've never done anything like this before. What if I mess up and I actually die in that building?"

Sherise sighed, she didn't know what to tell the singer. So told Aisha about the time when she was ten which was seven years ago. A very good friend of hers had got killed outside her apartment, it could of been her if she didn't stop to see what her sister wanted before throwing the trash down the cinerateder, good thing she went to see what her sister wanted because that could of been her.

Aisha cringed at the story. It only made her more nervous to go through with Johnny's plan. "What if you were to pretend to be me?"

"Don't you think they'll recognize that I'm not Aisha. Clearly."

Aisha leaned over and began to braid Sherise's hair into two long pigtails, after taking out the messy ponytail. Then she placed her hat on the seventeen year old's head and jerked it to the side. Aisha removed the chains from her neck and wrapped them around Sherise's. Then she climbed into the backseat where she unchanged her clothes for Sherise to climb back there and do the same. With the entire outfit, you'd have to look twice to make deduce that Sherise wasn't Aisha.

"Time to disappear." Aisha said.

"Wish me luck,"

Sherise strutted into Kingdom Come Records with a stride of an R&B princess. At the front desk of the Vice Kings record label was a white man. He had short black hair and vampire pale skin. He didn't look at Sherise when she walked in. "Running a little late today Aisha?" He asked.

Sherise imitated Aisha's angelic smooth voice. "Hey, you gotta look good to sound good."

"Want me to let him know you're here?"

"Would you do that for me? Thanks."

As Sherise strutted to the back of Kingdom Come she heard the receptionist say, "She's here Mr. Williams." Before she knew it she was running in Aisha's one size to big white stiletto boots. She made it out the backdoors of the record label and called Aisha.

"Blow it," Sherise ordered. Aisha was hesitating over the phone. "Now! Blow it!"

The blast sent Sherise flying into the air. The building exploded and started coming down quicker than expected. Sherise ran through empty alleyways to dodge fiery debris and potential witnesses. She needed to make sure Aisha was 'dead'. Parked next to a Rim Jobs, she found a purple tinted ice white Phoenix. Her fist cracked through the window and she unlocked the doors. A bit of rewiring and she was off on her way back to the Row.

A massive explosion occurred downtown just half an hour ago. The building destroyed: Kingdom Come Records. Witnesses say they had seen R&B sensation Aisha enter the building one minute before the explosion. Could this be the work of rivaling street gangs, terrorists, or a psychotic fan. From the newsroom, I'm Jack Armstrong...

-At the church-

Sherise burst through the doors of the church. There wasn't anyone there. The footsteps of Aisha's boots she was still wearing echoed in the worn down building. She walked into one of bathrooms of the church. Her body was covered in ashes. Her face was covered by the Aisha's half-burned hat. She didn't know where the letterman jacket had gone. 'Its probably in the ashes' she thought to her reflection in the mirror. Her ears were still ringing from the blast. She was close enough for shards of glasses to slit her thighs. She closed her eyes.

Suddenly she felt hands wrap around her waist and lips on her neck. She looked at the mirror to see Johnny embracing her. He was an asshole, but he was a sensual asshole. Johnny managed to turn her around and back her into the wall. He kissed her on her lips roughly and pressed his body onto hers. Then he stopped.

Gat took a step back. He flipped the hat off of Sherise's head revealing that she wasn't Aisha. His voice was low, calm, and he seemed a little disturbed at the situation. "Why the fuck are you dressed as Eesh?"

Sherise shrugged her shoulders and placed her hands on her hips. "She was too afraid to go in there so she wanted to switch clothes so I could be her and do it for her."

Johnny raised an eyebrow. "Eesh is a B, not a double D. That's how I knew. Now where the fuck is she?"

"I don't know,"

Johnny snatched the chains off of Sherise's neck. "You're a big fucking help."

Sherise frowned before heading to find Damien.