Author's Note: Kihlala Sisters, Miss. Kookies, Born2BeMe, MyDeepDesire and TheXRatedReader; thanks again for the reviews and a lot is about to happen.

Johnny met Damien at Tee-N-Aye, he was surprised that the bitch called him but when he said it concerns Sherise, he agreed. Damien walked into the bar, strip club with a look that tells you that he out for blood. Johnny drunk the last of his beer before turning to the Saint that was younger than himself.

"Now tell me what this about?"

Damien grabbed a seat and looked at the man next to him. "I'm going to kill Sharp for what he did to Sherise. I don't care if it's on Julius' authority. I'm going to make him pay. Are you in?"

Revenge that would be against Julius. Johnny is starting to like this guy, minus the whole he loves his girl thing but right now, the Rollerz need to know that the Saints are not bullshiting and they are the only ones that can do it. "Of course."

Damien nodded before grabbing the beer that the bartender gave him. "So, this motherfucker rolls around in his limo right? I say we drive around the city, find that limo, and drop that bitch."

"Straightforward."

After the two finished their beers they headed for Damien's Eiswolf, Damien drove as Johnny sat in the passenger seat. The ride around Stilwater was quiet until Johnny looked out the window for a second and caught a glimpse of Sharp's limo making a U-turn. "The limo. Make a U-turn."

Damien followed Johnny's directions. They made a left on Wilshire Street while the Limo kept straight. He slammed his foot on the pedal as to get through the alleyways fast enough to burst out and crash directly into Sharps limo. Damien and Johnny ignored their throbbing headaches and chased Sharp on foot. For an old man, he had a lot of stamina. Damien bend over and picked up a nice size rock. He closed one eye and licked his lips as he took aim. He swung his arm back and then through the rock with enough power to knock Sharp to the ground when he hit him in the back of his head. Johnny and Damien stood over Sharp and grabbed the man by his arms. Damien lifted Sharp up to his feet and held him back so Johnny could grab the rock and hit it across his face. He figured that he'll let him teach Sharp a lesson first before they both kill him.

Sharp spit out a tooth and blood. Johnny stepped up close enough to him that the tip of his nose touch his cheek as he whispered, "Breath and count to ten," menacingly into Sharp's ear. Repeating what Sherise told him about more likely Damien too.

"Fuck you!" Sharp yelled.

Johnny swung his leg perfectly in the air and his knee buried itself into Sharp's ribs. Sharp's legs went limp, but the Damien held him up to agonize him. Johnny turned around and started his way towards a parked car on the side of the road. He punched his fist through the window and hotwired the car. He used a button inside to pop open the trunk.

"Better start counting Sharp. Ten..nine...eight..."

"Stop this! I'll pay you! Is that what you want! Don't put me in there!"

Damien ignored him and tossed him in the trunk, together he and Johnny slammed it shut closing Sharp inside. As they drove the newly stolen car they could hear Sharp's yelling and banging from the trunk as they drove to his mansion. Douglas informed them that his nephew Joseph Price was busy racing in Chinatown so he wouldn't be there.

Damien looked at Johnny who was in the driver's seat, "What do we do when we get there?"

"I don't know. Slit his throat. Make him suffer. You know, the works I guess."

"Sounds good to me."

-At the church-

Julius sat in front of a large headstone in the graveyard on one knee with Douglas and Francis.

"Did you hear the news? They found William Sharp's body decapitated in his own home. They're sayin' its the Saints' doing."

"It was the playa." Douglas chuckled as he mimicked someone slicing a knife in the air. "He sent the fucker to hell for what he done to Sherise."

"Fuck," Julius looked up when Troy ran out to the graveyard. "Julius, word is every Roller that Price could find is headed this way."

"How much time we got?" Julius asked.

"My man says they're movin' pretty fast." Troy said.

Julius and Troy jogged together to the entrance of the church. "Where the hell is Dex and Johnny?"

"No idea where." Troy said. "But I do know that the playa is around the Row."

Julius stopped in his tracks. "Text him. Tell him to bring his ass here."

"No need, I'm already here."

The group of four men looked to see Damien walk into the graveyard, he wore a purple fitted t shirt and dark grey skinny jeans, along with dark grey and purple high top sneakers.

"Come on!" Julius glared before continuing out of the graveyard.

Damien rolled his shoulders before following Julius out to the streets where he sat in the passenger side of Julius's purple Zenith while he drove. Damien looked out the window and wondered where they were going. He has kept quiet long enough and thinks it's time to start to put a voice to things. He looked over to the older male in the driver's seat.

"Julius what the fuck is going on?" He raised his voice so he could hear over the wind.

"You're careless shit got the Row into this mess! You killed Sharp and now a whole damn army of Rollerz are attacking the Row!"

"My careless shit? I avenged Sherise's torture!"

"You didn't do shit, but prove you're a dumbass!"

"Puckish rogue!" Damien argued back. "What the hell is your problem Julius?"

"My problem is that I let you in the Saints!"

"The Saints wouldn't even be the Saints if I were gone!"

Julius drove at high speeds on the highway. Julius weaved through eleven Rollerz cars heading to the Row while Damien shot and killed each driver to immobilize them. There were no other cars until Price sped down the highway in his Attrazione. Damien stared at his impending death as Julius kept his high speed. Price grew closer in front of them and soon enough they crashed head on. Metal scraped from the cars and Damien flew in the air. He rolled across the heated gravel. His skin tore like a piece of paper and his mouth parted open in an attempt to yell as he saw Price running in zig zags down the highway. While Julius got out of his wrecked car Damien lifted himself from the ground and dusted his skin from the dust the collision caused.

"I could've died!" His voice resembles a lion's roar.

"Nigga, you should've buckled your seatbelt!" He yelled at the younger man.

As the two headed down the highway, Damien walked with a limp. Julius stared at the Saint that he and Troy first met on a dark street about to get killed by a Vice King. Back then he wanted to save him and help him grow into a savior for the Row under his command, but now he felt naïve to think that was true. He helped create a monster that wouldn't stop fighting until the Row and all of Stilwater was his for the taking.

"I should've let that Vice King shoot in your thick skull." He said loud enough for Damien.

"Well you didn't." he said. "Get over it."

"Not until your dead."

"Why don't you just kill me now?"

Julius kept on walking alongside Damien. He hand gravitated towards the pistol stowed in the pocket of his slacks. He thought about taking her out just then, but he knew it was the wrong time. As much as he hated the playa he needed him alive long enough to rid Stilwater of Joseph Price to finally terminate the Rollerz and cripple the Carnales until they were begging to be executed. All he needed was a plan. "I've been testing you."

Damien scoffed. "For what?"

"I want you to be second-in-command."

Damien looked at Julius. He squinted his eyes and grit his teeth. "Are you joking?"

"I'm serious. That's why I've been so tough on you." Julius lied.

"Oh," Damien scratched his head. "Julius I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything. Just make sure the Saints are on top."

-SR-

Damien walked into the church to see that the gang has gathered, but no signs of Julius, Troy, Dex, Johnny or Sherise. Douglas walked over with a huge grin.

"Congrats on getting to be second in command."

Damien looked at the year older Saint with a frown. "How did you know?"

"Julius told us. So are we going to know our second in command name or do we have to still go by playa?"

Damien stared at Douglas, that was the words Sherise asked him the night they met. Damien shook his head before calling everyone attention. "Now you may know that I have been appointed as second in command. So I give you the privilege to know my name, it's Damien." Damien took a breather before continuing. "Dex and Troy has said that Los Carnales is meeting with the Colombians. So why don't we do a little party crashing."

Damien headed for the doors as Douglas joined his side. "That's a pretty neat idea to turn Los Carnales and the Colombians."

"That's great to know because you are with me."

Douglas couldn't contain his excitement before following Damien out to his new Nelson.

-At the church-

Damien drove non-stop until they reached the church. On the steps outside Sherise and Johnny were talking.

Johnny pointed as Damien brought the Nelson to a screeching halt. "Where ya'll go?"

Damien stepped out of the car followed by Douglas. "Victor tried to kill us." he said.

Sherise stood up and jogged over to Damien. She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Damien smiled before heading in the church with Johnny, Sherise and Douglas.

Dex and Troy was in the office when the got there. Damien told Dex and Dex told Julius what happened at Tee'N'Ay, Julius yelled at Dex for his carelessness. For a moment though, Damien thought Julius was yelling at him.

"I don't see what the big deal is Jules." Dex said.

"The deal is that you went to talk with the Colombians without me."

"We didn't even get to meet him Jules."

A strike of pure anger rested in Julius' eyes when he looked at Dex. "Don't call me Jules. You didn't earn it."

"Fine." Dex tried hard not to yell over his superior. "Julius, you put me in charge of the Los Carnales. Shit," He turned to Troy. "Now you got me sayin' it."

"Dex, do your job, but don't think your bigger than you are. When it comes to the Colombians, you call me, understand?"

"Yes." Dex succumbed to Julius' reprimands.

"Alright, now that that's settled-"

"Fuck!" Troy's yell echoed through the church.

Bullets blasted through the walls of the church. At high speed, one penetrated through Sherise's arm. Sherise didn't scream in pain, she sucked it up and held the wound to stop the blood from escaping her body to fast. Johnny picked her up and carried her into the infirmary where he lied her down on a cot.

"I don't care what you hear, don't fuckin' leave okay."

Sherise rolled her eyes. "Fine, but leave me a gun just in case."

Johnny pulled out the pistol that he stored in the back of his pants held by his belt. He placed it next to Sherise's head and closed the door behind him when he left. Through the thin walls Sherise heard Johnny yell, "You thought you could mess with Third Street motherfuckers!"

After fifteen minutes the gunfire ended. Johnny opened the door to the infirmary with an ear to ear smile. "I killed that fuckin' monster."

"Victor?" Sherise asked as he helped her up.

"Yep. How's the arm?"

"It stopped bleeding." She looked down on the wound that was now wrapped with thick layers of gauge. "Is everyone okay?"

"Yeah."

Sherise walked out of the infirmary. She saw Troy kneeling over Victor's burning corpse. He held an unlit cigarette and waited for the fire to ignite it. Dex looked on in disgust. Julius reloaded his pistol and grabbed everyone's attention.

"Dex, you said that Colombians hangs out at the strip club?" He asked.

"Yes."

"You're comin' with me to have a sit-down."

"Okay." Dex gave Julius an eager smile, but everyone knew that he was angry. It was Dex's idea to do business with the Colombians and now Julius was going to get all the credit.

Troy blew out a cloud of smoke from his cigarette exclusively lit by Victor's corpse. "You guys wanna go eat?"

Sherise smiled as Johnny wrapped a arm around her waist. "You read my mind."

Johnny, Damien, Douglas and Troy laughed before heading towards Freckle Bitches.