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Chapter 25

Noise of excitement throughout the hideout drags me out of my newest nightmare. I should be grateful but I feel nothing. I get out of bed and throw on the first outfit I find. A pair of skinny jeans and a top with one shoulder. I pull on a pair of Vans and slide my gun in my pants. I run my fingers through my hair as I walk down the stairs. I sit on the last stair and place my elbow on my knees.

"What's going on?" I ask. I'm ignored by the rushing and excited saints.

"What's going on?!" I ask again grabbing a saint that tries to get up the stairs.

"Umm..." He says trailing off.

"Tell me!" I yell digging my nails into his wrist. God. I'm getting so mean.

"Roland is planning to get that musician guy from the brotherhood." I release him and he runs up the stairs.

I pull myself up and make my way through the hideout moving around the saints. I finally find my brother and Pierce talking.

"Where are you going?" I ask watching them.

"Nowhere." They answer together.

"Convincing." I hiss through clenched teeth glaring at my brother and Pierce.

Pierce shoots a confused look at my brother who sends a glare back.

"Doesn't matter where were going, your staying here." Roland answers turning back to loading his weapons.

"I'm going and you can't stop me." I answer walking up to Roland and pulling on his arm to make him look at me.

"Jeez you used to be nice." Pierce says with another confused look. I give him the finger and turn my back to him.

"Why do you wanna go so damn bad?" Roland asks

"I want to help destroy those assholes." I answer the now familiar anger rising in me.

"Jessica was enough." Roland answers eyes still watching me.

"What did you do to Jessica?" Pierce asks.

"I crushed her." I answer guilt bleeding through and joining the anger.

"Literally." Roland adds.

"Whoa." I hear Pierce let out a low whistle.

"She was nowhere near enough." I answer with an angry smirk

"Come on." Roland answers with a sigh handing me a bigger gun. I pull mine out and drop it on the table.

"You gotta be kidding me boss." Pierce said.

"Excuse you?!" I yell turning quickly the SMG still in my hand.

"Whoa watch it!" Pierce says holding his hands up as if that would stop a bullet.

"Come on but I'm not babysitting you, so don't get shot." Roland says turning and leading the way. I nod my head almost wishing it was true.

We get in the car, Pierce drives and Roland hops in the front. I slide in the back and Pierce pulls out speeding down the road. I'm bounced around in the back by his erratic driving. I try to hold myself still and get myself in the mood to kill some brotherhood. It's surprisingly easy to get myself in the right mind set. We come to a stop and Roland hops out first followed by Pierce, I get out last.

"Leave none alive." I say switching my safety off and moving away from the car.

"That's my line." Roland says following me, Pierce comes in last rolling his eyes.

I soon lose sight of my brother and Pierce, I don't mind though. I focus on shooting anything that's red. More often than not it takes me more than one try to bring them down. I don't care though not as long as they die.

"Hey little girl!" A deep voice yells out behind me.

I spin around as a tall bald man dressed in red jumps at me. I pull the trigger and miss. He plows into me and I crash into the concrete. I gasp fighting to get the air back into my lungs. I try to bring the gun back up and aim. The man grabs my wrist and slams it against the concrete, the gun falls from my hand and the man grabs it aiming it at my head.

"How's it feel to know you killed Jessica, I bet you feel guilty. Its written all over your face, it's in your eyes little girl, didn't feel as good as you thought it would." He said a wicked grin growing on his face. I push my shock back.

"It felt damn good." I answer with a sneer.

"Bitch." He growls.

I close my eyes and wait for the bullet. A gunshot sounds but I feel nothing. I'm dead, I died quickly. I think to myself. The weight of the man is gone, but I can feel the concrete under me. That doesn't make any sense. I force my eyes open to find Pierce's hand offering to help me up.

"Thanks." I answer taking his hand and letting him pull me up.

"Let's go!" Roland yells coming around the corner. I lean down and pick up my gun and run after my brother and Pierce.

"Leave the car, get in the truck!" Roland calls running towards a big delivery truck.

"LEAVE THE CAR?!" Pierce yells out.

"Yes! That's what I just said!" Roland answers shoving Pierce towards the front of the truck and yanking the back door up. He hops up and reaches down pulling me up with him.

"GO!" Roland leans out the back smacking the side of the truck. The truck lurches forward and Roland stumbles towards the edge. I reach out and steady him. Brother hood trucks come up behind us.

"Now what?" I ask looking up at my brother.

"Watch." Roland grabs a box and throws it out the back of the truck and I realize it's fireworks when they pop and explode against the brotherhood trucks.

"Come on you try." He says grabbing another box. I raise an eyebrow at him.

"It feels good, you know you want tooo." Roland says handing me the box and grinning.

I take the box and toss it out the back of the truck watching as it explodes under a brotherhood truck making the driver swerve.

"Your right, felt good." I say grabbing another box and tossing it out too.

"Look were bonding!" Roland declares with a grin grabbing another box. I try not to laugh but his expression draws it out of me.

We throw our last box as the truck slows down and turns I slide sideways and crash into Roland.

"Gosh someone's a klutz." He says with a smirk steadying me in the back of the truck. I laugh and shove him. The truck comes to a stop.

"Showtime." Roland says with a wink hopping out of the truck and reaching up to help me hop down.

"Let's go." Roland says his joking and laughing wiped off of his face. I check my gun and follow my brother Pierce brings up the rear.

We walk into the concert. The music and cheering assaults my ears as I follow carefully behind Roland.

"SHOWS OVER!" Roland yells after firing shots in the air. People scream and run trampling each other. I'm pushed and shoved as people make a mad dash for the doors.

"Thanks." I say to Pierce again as he stopped me from from following and getting trampled.

I stay back with Pierce when Roland jumps up to the stage scaring the other band members away. Roland works the brotherhood's tattoo artist over. My brother throws him into different instruments demanding information.

My brother isn't satisfied with after he gets the information. Secretly I'm not either. My brother pins his hand against the stage. The pyrotechnics go off and the stench of burning flesh fills the air. I cover my nose. My brother leaves him there and hops off the stage. Pierce and I follow behind him silently.

"How we getting back?" Pierce asks as we walk out the door.

"Call Shaundi or Johnny." Roland answers waving him off.

"How you doin?" Roland asks walking over and putting an arm around me.

"Fine." I answer.

"Can I come on the next one too?" I ask grinning up at my brother.

"You did alright.. we'll see." He decides tugging on my hair. We all wait in silence for Johnny to come get us.