Chapter 5

His head felt heavy and drowsy.

With a low guttural groan, he rolled himself over so that he was lying on his back and try to get back to sleep. It wasn't long until he heard a feminine moan coming from the other side of the bed and felt someone snuggling up against him. Instinctively, he shoved the figure away and faced sideways without opening his eyes. This was why he hated the morning after a one-night stand.

He could never understand why women like to do languid things like cuddling or nuzzling, embracing, whatever they want to call it -basically all the affectionate body contact. As if they didn't get enough body heat during intercourse.

Fingers crawled their way up his spine and as they reached his neck, they smothered the shaved part of his tribal bob and proceed tangling with the upper, longer part of his hair. He tried to ignore the annoyance surging through him, but his anger skyrocketed the moment he felt a pair of bare breast pressed themselves against his back, he could feel their nipples digging into his skin and their owner started nuzzling into the cape of his neck as a pair of arms made their way to his finely toned chest, down his abs and her legs invaded his. His endurance reached the limit and before the woman could grab his manhood, he grabbed one of her wrist and twisted, the woman yelped and he only tightened his grip and only let go when she started begging for forgiveness.

"You try that again and I'll make sure you bid farewell to your arms, before I chop them off." he warned her hoarsely. "Now get out."

The woman wasted no time and did as she was told. He could practically hear her terrified breathing as she gathered all her clothes and walked out of the room.

Nothing beats solitude and murdering people.

As sleep finally took over, his mind unceremoniously showing flashes of Carlos's face then of Lin's, his mother. They were dreams, but the flashes of recollection made him feel as if he was there living his nightmare over and over again. All of the sudden he was engulfed in black, and he felt himself trembling in the darkness, tears were brimming his eyes and he broke down on his knees, without his acknowledgement, he was in his ten year old self. He felt a hand patting his head and soft whispers of comforting words from his mother. "My baby, you will be alright. Mama is here to protect you." he tried to look up, and he smiled when she saw her face staring down at him, she was smiling so gently and he missed that, he missed her. Suddenly, her face was distorted, it went once, twice, thrice before his mother turned into an awful looking creature, her face peeled off, worms were feasting at her skin, her eyes popped out of their sockets and she yelled at his face. "I'm dead because of you!" he kicked the thing that was once his mother and he run and run. "You left me to die! You killed me!" it called out again. It repeated its words as he ran down a never-ending stairs, he once recognized from his childhood home. Footsteps and voices multiplied and when he turned to look out of curiosity, he saw a Carlos and Lin like creatures. They approached faster, closer and when they jumped on him to get a bite of his flesh, he fell off the stairs and the next thing he knew, he was gasping for air, sweating profusely in the motel room.

He was shaking, with his eyes were wide open in horror. He had the same dream again. Tightening his fists, he muttered to himself "Why? Why!" he threw his pillows, got up from the bed and wrecked every piece of furniture in the room, except for the bed and a strong punch to the mirror for the finale.

The sound of falling glass, the sight of his bloodied hand and the sound of his heavy breathing, everything repulsed him. He refused to feel so degraded and he may be useless then, from his actions people he cared about died in front of his eyes. Now that he had the power, he would kill anyone who dared to mess with him or his friends and with his current situation as a barely standing gang leader in the city, he would do whatever it takes, and that involves killing everyone who gets in his way. Every single one of them will pay.

With a fiery determination, he gritted his teeth and smirked evilly. He will kill Maero and that little bitch of his. Now all he had to do was wait for the right time.

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The air in his room was damp and he decided to bath himself in a tub of cold water.

His mind was busy thinking of brilliant ways to kill Jessica. Yes, it had been decided that Jessica needed to be rid of before Maero. He would see that big fucker suffer before he knew it.

With a small drop of the water from the tub's tab, his strategies were thrown out of the window and so were the thoughts of Maero, Jessica, The Brotherhood and the other gangs. They were replaced by flashes of that woman's face when he practically raped her in her own car.

Well, he could hardly refer that as 'rape' now could he? It was a long period of high pleasure both were experiencing together in pure ecstasy. Her tears were not real and so were her pleads. She was eager for him, unconsciously, begging for him to go faster and faster. It was the greatest sex he had ever had in, well, ever. There was just something about her. He was always a man who loved sex, but it was the first he tried forcing it with a woman. He was angry beyond bounds, that woman had spouted nonsense when she knew nothing. He was just aiming to prove a point and to stop after he went tearing her dress, but it unexpectedly went out of hand. It was the way she had responded and the sight of her body laid bare before him, they were impossible for him to resist and his primal instinct took over.

Since then, that woman had been plaguing his dirty side of mind. Not even a high paid whore with years of experience can give him the same pleasure. The sex he had last night, the night before and before that was nothing compared to what she was capable of doing to him. Now he regretted he had left her instead of taking her in as his new sex doll, his stress reliever. He would go as far as making her his one and only.

Well, guess he'd just had to go around searching for her. Stilwater's a small place when you know a person's car and her plate number. He wouldn't spend any more money on useless whores; that woman was more than enough for him as long as he got to relief. By the time comes when he found her, he'd keep her to himself until he got bored.

Damn, now he's all hot and bothered again.

He shook his head and forced himself to think of something else. His mind suddenly drifted off to something he thought was important, but he couldn't recall what it was. He smoked too much earlier today, after wrecking the room. The Loa Dust was starting to do something with his head. He felt it in his gut, there was something he was forgetting, or was it someone?

Well, not like it mattered. Whatever it was, he was sure Johnny could handle things in his stead.

Tomorrow. He made a mental note to return tomorrow, so he could get started on his plan.

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It had been a total of six days, since she last saw her brother. Her anxiety grew every passing moment at the thought of the worst had happened to her big brother. They went looking all over for him, first by his shabby apartment one block away from the crib, by his lieutenants place, driving all around Stilwater and still could not find trace nor hair of the guy. Five days since Carlos's incident. The poor guy was dead, his gruesome corpse was found by the police -who came in a swarm, alerted by the chaos and destructions her foolish elder brother had performed- eradicated skin, disfigured face, bloody, shot dead and chained to the back of the truck was all that was left of Carlos Mendoza.

He was a nice guy despite his status as one of the Saints lieutenants and he practically rescued Mickey -and she quote from Valderama 'the psychopath'- from jail and death sentence. After a few days of getting to know the crew, Minnie decided that Carlos was the most charming of all, and his attraction to her hadn't gone unnoticed. Unlike the rude and violent Johnny, the jealous and talkative Pierce or that -always high- Shaudi, Carlos was the most decent guy in the gang.

Those brotherhood brutes had really crossed the line, in regards of what had happened to Carlos. Minnie suspected that the incident had something to do with her brother's recent crazy antics, carried out by the following order; illegally snuck into the nuke plant factory, stole nuclear chemical, then injected them into Maero's tattoo inks. Her bastard of a brother boasted about it to the rest of the crew, and they celebrated the awful scars on Maero's face with each and every bit of Loa Dust, strippers and sex, all night long until the morning came. It was so awful that Minnie could not get every nasty little detail out of her mind, and she felt extremely nauseated everytime she recalled walking in on Mick 'riding on tri-cycle' with two vulgar women he professed to be picked from his few favorites. She could not understand what went through her brother's mind. What had happened to him in all those years they were apart?

He used to be the perfect brother figure; over protective yes, but he was a man every girl could ever dream of. And why wouldn't they? He was handsome, beautiful in a sense, intelligent, virtuoso and athletic. Though he was hot headed back in the day, he wasn't as hot headed as he was today, to the extend that he would and could kill just about anyone. The other day, he shot an old lady because she yelled at him for driving too fast. Seriously, what kind of psycho does that? Maybe, just maybe, it had something to do with the incident transpired less than four years ago.

"Don't worry Min, I'm pretty sure he'll show up soon enough." Johnny slid in his sofa with a half-empty bottle of energizer in hand. He looked so relaxed like he didn't care even for slightest and for that obnoxious reason, Minnie felt her head boiled with rage.

"You don't know that Johnny! He could be anywhere or worse, killed!"

"The girl has a point, the Boss could be in a coffin, buried alive somewhere in Stilwater!"

"Pierce, you are not helping." Shaundi said as she looked up to gaze tiredly at the man in subject in the midst of smoking a light bulb incessantly.

"Oh come on, it's our Boss we are talking about." Johnny pointed out. "This has happened before. So I'm not surprised." he finished before taking a sip of his energizer.

"What happened exactly?" Minnie crossed her arms and asked skeptically.

"Oh, I forgot, none of you were here when Lin died." Johnny said before he continued drinking.

Minnie rolled her eyes. "Just - who the hell is Lin?"

"Wait... I've heard of her. I'm pretty sure she was with the Rollerz. Didn't she used to hang with that dweeb -ugh- What's his name? Danny or something like that." Shaundi asserted from her recollection.

"You mean that Brotherhood's machinist?" Pierce guessed and Shaundi nodded to affirm. "I'm pretty sure his name is Donnie."

"Yeah, well, he's a fucking coward if you ask me. Claimed how he loves Lin and shit, but left her and the Boss to their death at the back of a car trunk. Fucking asshole." Johnny frowned as he spoke, pulverized the half empty energizer can with a powerful squeeze, its remaining contents were leaking out, bathing his right hand with adhesive trails of purple liquid. "If I were the Boss, I would have killed him the moment I set my eyes on him again." He threw the crumpled can to the empty floor as if the entire place was a dump.

Min was about to protest and demand Johnny to pick up the can - she'd just cleaned the place for God's sake- , but she got distracted when Pierce asked, "So, why didn't the Boss killed him already? From my perspective, he's a man who would kill even a person who'd accidentally stepped on his foot."

Johnny shrugged. "Who knows?"

"Wait, so my brother was thrown into a car trunk with this Lin, by whom? This Donnie? But that's unlikely if he's as wimpy as you said he is. And- how did my brother escape? " Minnie voiced out every running question in her head. She had always had this tendency to sprout out train of questions in one breath. A trait her brother described as 'annoying'.

Johnny sighed, raising his foot to rest on the coffee table. "It was a long story from a long time ago. Point is, Lin was your brother's... Say, special woman. He was devastated when she died, he vanished for a couple of days, then he just appeared out of nowhere. As it turned out, he purchased a new apartment and sleep 12 hours a day, he said, and the rest he spend by drinking and getting it on with a lady he hires from Wu."

"Ho-hold up! Boss had a special woman? And she was Lin that racer girl from the Rollerz?" Pierce inquired before letting out a snort of disbelief and suppressed laughter.

"Not the point Pierce." Johnny shook his head. There was no point in telling them an old tale or the fact that Lin was a Saint and she went undercover for their sake. It should never happen again. He was damn sure the Boss wouldn't allow anyone in the crew to sacrifice themselves in such way ever again.

"Hey, just so you know. My brother is not as heartless as you think he is." Min retorted and sighed before she continued in a sad voice. "I just- I don't want to lose him the second time. He's the only real family I have."

"Hey, don't sweat, he'll be back soon enough." Johnny reassured her. "I'm willing to bet."

After hearing that from Johnny, she felt the tension in her body was slightly lifted away and with a small, hopeful smile she said," I hope you're right."

"Everyone!" a voice boomed from upstairs, fast and heavy footsteps were descending closer and closer towards them. Everyone averted their gazes towards a man in his twenties, one of Micks lackeys, was having trouble catching his breath after a long run from the church entrance he was supposed to be guarding. "The Boss- one of us saw him getting into his apartment across the street." he grinned widely with excitement despite his painful attempt to catch a breath. "He's back."