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Ch 5 - A Faked Death In the Family
"God, you haven't changed at all, have you," Aisha said, sauntering forward and sitting across from Johnny's table. With her speaking voice I could be telling that the singing one could be launching many hit records.
I was feeling like third wheel, waiting near the door while they were arguing. Aisha was all soft curves and smooth, dark skin, and flaunting all of those curves in her booty shorts and short, purple letter jacket. Her shoulder length hair was being in many thin braids, large silver hoops on her ears, and she was wearing a purple baseball cap cocked to the right of center.
"Not all of us have a couple millions dollars to make changes," Johnny retorted snidely.
"It's always the same with shit with you," Aisha shot back, and was waving a hand dismissively.
"Aw, here we go again," Johnny growled, throwing his hands up.
He was having point. With how quickly these two were getting into it, I was suddenly wondering if Johnny and Lin were being an item at some point, and was suddenly feeling a pang of jealousy. I pushed it down, doing my best to be ignoring it. Lin was not being my girlfriend, and if they were together at some time it was being in the past.
"What did you want me to do?" she was asking. "Did you expect me not to take my shot?"
"No," Johnny told her, leaning forward a little aggressively. "I expected you to remember where you came from."
Aisha shot to her feet, and was slamming a fist to the table. "Oh, fuck you, Johnny," she spat.
Johnny was jumping to his feet, too. "Fuck me? Fuck you!" He was pointing at her, going on and starting to pace, tone being accusing and bitter. "You're the one who ran off to be famous. The only time you remember who we are is whenever you want somethin'!"
I pushed down another surge of jealousy. Lin was being big girl and her past was her own. If I was even being right anyway. I was telling myself I was having no way of knowing, so to just be forgetting it. I was even almost managing it. No way she was ever dating this asshole.
"My sister was kidnapped," Aisha said matter-of-factly, rolling her neck haughtily.
"And I brought her back, didn't I?" he said immediately, and was sounding defensive.
"No," Aisha fired back, turning and pointing at me. "She did."
"Bullshit!" Johnny shouted, pointing at me heatedly with a fist. "I told her to do it!"
I was raising an eyebrow when he was glancing at me and giving an apologetic shrug. "No offense."
I shrugged back at him, but was frowning, now. My leg was still hurting where I'd been shot, and Johnny was taking credit for rescue.
"Look," Aisha went on, getting his attention. "If you're gonna help me, help me. But don't you dare try to hold it over me."
I grinned. I was liking Aisha's way of thinking.
"Fine," Johnny growled, glowering at her.
"Fine," she shot back, not giving a bit of ground.
"Fine!" Johnny yelled.
And then just like that they were both sitting down, Johnny gesturing for me to be having a seat. I approached the table, limping rather badly, sitting down in empty chair.
"Relax, girl," Johnny was telling me. "I'd like you to meet Saint's Row's claim to fame. This… is Aisha. And tonight we gonna kill her."
"He's being melodramatic," Aisha explained. "See, I'm signed with Kingdom Come Records…"
"And it's no secret that the label's owned by the Vice Kings," Johnny interrupted.
"But the real deal is that once you're in, you can't get out," Aisha said, voice rising and starting to gesture angrily. "They rip you off left and right, and they extort you to stay signed." She was pausing for a moment, voice softening. "I've talked to Johnny and he said you might be willing to help me."
I nodded gently. It seemed these Vice King assholes specialized in taking advantage of women, and I was not liking that in least bit.
"Now check it out," Johnny added. "Eesh has a recording session in a few minutes. That's when we make her disappear and give the Vice Kings a nice fuck you while we're at it."
Johnny was pausing briefly, looking at me intently. "I want you to take Aisha to her session, but on the way stop at the chop shop to have your ride loaded up with some C4. Park the car at the studio, and get the hell outta there."
Johnny turned to Aisha. "Eesh, make sure someone sees you before you jump out."
Aisha sighed. "Johnny, I really appreciate-…"
"Whatever," Johnny interrupted, punching at the air and then smirking. "I was gonna blow that place up anyway."
#
Outside the church, Aisha tossed me the keys to her car. I was staring at them for a few moments, knowing she was having nice car and I could easily be wrecking it. Shrugging, I got in and started it. It was being her choice after-all. Her car was… Zomkar? ZomKah? It was little luxury car, sleek and black, and it was feeling nimble when I made first turn.
"Are you new?" Aisha asked. "I don't remember you hangin' around the Row."
I started to answer, and forgot what I was doing, speeding through stop sign while another car swerved to be avoiding us. I glanced at her, trying hard to be focusing more on the road than her conversation. "I am not getting out much."
"Oh, a foreign girl, huh?" she asked, noting my accent and being non-plussed over nearly getting killed. "Cool, cool."
As were pulling up to chop shop, she was speaking to me again, sounding nervous. "So, does Johnny talk about me at all?"
I didn't answer, instead driving into an open bay and getting out of car, wincing as my leg was taking weight. Johnny and Aisha was being none of my business, though when he was taking me to Freckle Bitch's Aisha was nearly all Johnny was talking about. And killing people, of course. RnB singers and murder. I was looking around when a gruff, older black man approached us. His crinkly hair was cut short, and he was wearing a faded grey t-shirt with the sleeves cut off.
"You're Samson?" Aisha asked. "Johnny sent us for some work on my car."
Samson nodded, wiping his hands on a dirty shop rag. "He called. Just gimme two shakes and you'll be all set up."
I stepped outside and lit a cigarette, and was leaning back against wall when Aisha came outside.
"Hey, I never thanked you for saving my sister," she said. "So… thanks."
"Is no problem," I replied, exhaling smoke. "I was being glad to be doing it. Pig assholes."
Aisha nodded, then was waiting for a few moments as if she was wanting to be saying more, but when she spoke it was all business. "I'm gonna go see how far along he is. I'm running late."
I was being zoned out, watching cars pass and cigarette nearly being finished when Aisha and Samson finally came outside. I dropped the butt and was stubbing it out when he started talking.
"All right, girl, you ain't got a lot of time," he said, and was ushering us inside. "One more thing. That shit in your car ain't exactly stable. I wouldn't hit anything if I were you."
I nodded, getting into car and starting it, waiting for Aisha to be getting buckled in. I put the car into reverse and was giving way too much gas. We sped backwards, engine growling as the gears whirred shrilly, and I cut the wheel to slide out onto street. Aisha looked around worriedly, perhaps thinking my poor driving was drawing us attention.
"Oh God, him again!?" she called. "Get me outta here!"
I shoved the car into gear, and it was jerking and shuddering as I botched launch, before engine was finally settling and we sped off.
"This guy is crazy!" Aisha shouted over the screaming engine. "Always sending me creepy shit like his toothbrush, bits of hair, and askin' for mine in return! Nobody can seem to find where he lives!"
I glanced into rearview mirror, seeing his SUV right on our tail, and so I started to swerve through traffic. I was almost rear-ending several cars, and was narrowly avoiding a front-on collision when Aisha screamed something. Lin was making this seeming so easy!
"Hey, hey, hey slow down!" Aisha cried. "We don't want to hit anything!"
The stalker hit us from behind.
"Faster you bag of shit!" I growled, but the pedal was already being down to the floor. "Čert vas bystree!" Is how you are saying 'Damn you, go faster!'
Aisha's car lurched as we were being hit again. Samson's warning of not hitting anything kept popping into my head, and I was not being able to be losing this guy in this car, apparently.
I slammed on brakes as hard as I was being able, the little luxury car's tires squealing in protest, and pulled off to the side. The stalker's van was stopping right behind us, and I shoved open the door and got out.
"Hey, where're you-…" Aisha was asking, but I ignored her.
As I was limping up along the driver's side, I pulled my VICE 9, jerking the slide back. I tapped on the driver's side window with the pistol, but the man inside would not be looking at me. Frowning, I aimed and fired several times into the window, glass flying as blood was glutting from the wounds I was opening in his chest, neck, and face.
I limped my way back to Aisha's car, several others screaming past as their panicked drivers were seeking to leave the area after hearing gunshots.
"Is done, now you are not having to be worrying about that asshole anymore," I said flatly, putting car into gear and speeding off. This time launch was good.
#
I passed over the thick blunt to some black lady Saint next to me, holding my breath as long as I was able before blowing the smoke out. The air was hazy with smoke, smelling strongly of pot, and I let my head thump back against wall of the loft in the Row, pretending it was not being full of other people. I was not being fan of crowds of men. I felt a little dopey, head swimming, but my leg had been killing me and so I was taking my chances, surely being a Saint was meaning I was safe among them here. After bomb went off at Kingdom Come Records, the police had blocked off the area and I had bad time finding ride out of there, so I had done much walking. But I was being here, now, hoody tossed aside. The heat was finally on, and with all the bodies it was being rather warm. The tank top I wore was purple, and maybe a little too short, not quite touching my pants, but it was beating sweating my tits off and then freezing when going outside.
When the blunt was passed my way again, I waived them off. It was still hurting, but was being manageable, now. I took sip from my beer instead, wincing at horrible taste. It was being some cheap shit, and tepid, going flat, but it was being my second of the night and I was feeling pretty light headed from the alcohol and drugs being in my system.
The door to the loft opened, and I was opening my eyes to be seeing Johnny poking his head in. "Thought I might find you here," he said, looking my way.
I shrugged, taking several swallows from my beer, grimacing as I was tossing the bottle aside.
"High as a kite and drinkin'?" Johnny asked, chuckling and shutting the door behind him. He was bumping fists with two other Saints on his way over to me. "Come on, I got somethin' much better for whatever ails ya! I owe you for helpin' Eesh."
I admit I was being intrigued, but was ignoring his hand when he offered to be helping me up. I pushed myself up along the wall, keeping far from him and wincing as my leg was protesting, but it was tolerable. It was being much happier stretched out in front of me with no weight on it.
"Aw, tough it out, girlie," Johnny chided good-naturedly. He made no mention of me staying clear of him.
"Is Lin coming by chance?" I asked as we were walking towards door.
"Nah, she's at some Rollerz party, it's just you an' me tonight, Crazy Ivana. Let's go do some damage an' see just how crazy you are."
#
The engine of Johnny's purple Venom was roaring, loud and strong, as we raced down the street. The targa top was being off, and I leaned out and was squeezing the trigger on the SKR-7 Spree he was loaning me for the occasion, spraying bullets at group of Vice Kings in the middle of tagging wall of building. Several of them were being hit, blood spattering the street as they fell to the ground.
"Nice shootin' Ivana!" Johnny cried, roaring around a turn.
I settled back into my seat, grinning. I was having to admit, drive by shootings were being fun. It was big challenge to be hitting targets from a speeding vehicle, and Johnny's car was very fast. And he was being right, I was barely thinking about my injury.
"Thank you, comrade!" I called over the wind and motor. "Is fast sexy car you are having!"
Johnny chuckled. "Yeah, it's not bad, gets me lots of tail. Hey, we got another crew coming up."
Grinning, I was leaning out again, firing on the the VKs and taking out three out of four.
"Three outta four, not too bad!" Johnny said, grinning. "Not up to my level of murderin' but you're gettin' it!"
Suddenly bullets were whistling by, and looking over my shoulder I was seeing us being chased by a bright yellow Stiletto, three Vice Kings hanging out the windows with sub machine guns.
"Get those assholes off our ass!" Johnny growled, tires squealing as we were sliding around a turn. The back end of his car hung out for a moment, then suddenly was gripping and we were surging ahead.
I leaned out the side and fired, taking one of them in the body and he fell out onto street, SMG still spraying cars nearby as the body was tumbling. Several of their bullets punched holes in the trunk and passenger door, and I winced.
"Damn it!" Johnny shouted, cutting the wheel and careening around another turn.
I shot at them again, clipping the one in the back seat in his shoulder, and he was ducking back into the car. I was unable to be shooting the one on the other side, and as I sent hail of lead at them, my Spree clicked empty.
"Ploho sroki!" I growled, ducking back into car and dropping magazine into floorboard. Is how you are saying 'poor timing.' I shoved a fresh mag home and racked the bolt, leaning back out into the night, pony tail whipping in the wind.
This time my shooting was shattering their windshield, and their Stiletto was veering to side, crashing into parked Mule. Both vehicles erupted into flames, blowing up as I was turning back around.
"A guy could get used to this," Johnny told me, chuckling low.
He was not slowing down, however, and continued driving recklessly, as is being Johnny's way. As I was considering what he was meaning by his words, a Stillwater Five-O slid in behind us out of nowhere, probably waiting on a side street for us to be passing.
"Lose the cops!" Johnny barked, wrenching the wheel over and taking a turn at high speed. It was sudden, and I was almost falling out of car when he grabbed the waistband of my pants and pulled me back. "Don't you ever wear a seat belt?" he asked smugly.
Grinning, I spayed bullets into the hood and grill of the police car. Troy was not being here and I was having no problem with killing cops. It was not being long before the engine was catching fire, and the Five-O exploded, crashing into a line of parked cars and setting them on fire also.
I turned around with a quick sigh, smiling to myself. "Voz'mite èto, mudak."
"English, Ivana," Johnny told me irritably, slowing and turning onto 3rd Street. "But all the same you're all right. We should roll together more often."
I nodded, handing him the SKR-7 as we pulled up to the church. "Was saying 'take that, asshole.' And I would be liking that."
"Keep it," he said, laughing and shaking his head, and then was checking his phone. "I got lots of 'em. Now, get outta my car, I gotta run to Eesh's. The pussy calls."
Smirking, I watched Johnny speed away before I was limping into the church and my little room in the back.