My fingertips danced against the surface of the large wooden table as we waited for Joe to show up. He had called a meeting and none of us knew the reason behind it. I looked around and saw each of my boys beside me. Nelson had a black eye due to a rough fight we had all got into with our enemies from earlier in the week, though that was the only scratch he had from being tag teamed. The guy who blacked his eye was now turned to ash, which made the black eye all that much sweeter.

"How much longer is Joe going to be?" Scott, whom we only called as Colt Cabana barked from across the table. "I've got places to be, whores to fuck." He muttered.

I chuckled slightly, as I looked at him. Scott and I had the two worse reputations with the women out of the guys. He was known as a playboy, much like myself. Though, I was more smooth with my words than he was. He sometimes got frustrated with the girls and got a bit forceful with them. I never laid a hand on them unless they asked for it, though most of them didn't even ask, they would justbeg.

The door opened up and in walked Joe, though we only referred to him as Samoa Joe. All of us had our little nick names, and our real names were kept a secret. We didn't want any of our enemies finding out our true identities. Scott was known as Colt Cabana. Joe was known as Samoa Joe. Nelson was known as Homicide. Ace was known as Ace Steel. I was known as CM Punk aka Punk. We each play a key point in the gang of The Second City Saints, which we were the leaders of. We had a couple more key members such as the twins who we referred to as The Rottweilers, and our friend Lo-Ki. We had several more members though they didn't matter one bit. They were just numbers on our side.

"Joe, are you going to give us the run down or what?" Nelson snapped, his knuckles popping in the process.

"Hold your fucking horses, Homicide," He narrowed his eyebrows, removing the aviators from his eyes.

Joe took his time sitting down and making himself comfortable at the head of the table. He wasn't really our leader, though most people assumed he was. Between the five of us there was no leader. We were each equal in the gang. Ace usually dealt with all of the business aspects of the gang, which is why most people outside our circle assumed he was the big dog.

"As you guys know Cliff Carson had a debt with us."

"Yeah, and?" I asked, shifting up to put my elbows on the table. "Isn't his fucking time running out?" I questioned, removing the gun from my lap and placing it on the table. I fucking loved my gun. It was almost more important to me than a good fucking.

"Actually, his debt was up yesterday," Joe clarified, "I sent The Rottweilers after him this morning and he ran."

"So, he's a dead man," I said, placing my finger inside the finger hole of the gun and swirling it around the table, "One bullet is all it takes," I said, looking down at the hand gun that I was so damn attached to.

"Well, if you want to insert a bullet in him then we've got to find him first, Punk."

"What are we sitting around here for?" I asked, standing up and inserting my gun into it's holder which remained on my side. Grabbing my favorite 'Independent' hat; my black beanie, from the table and placing it on my head, I turned to look at Samoa Joe and grinned. "Let's get going if we're going to collect."

If we couldn't collect money then we collected bodies. You didn't fuck with our gang and get away. We had a reputation for shedding blood, and we planned on keeping that. We looked out for no one but ourselves. We had no attachments outside of each other. If you fucked with us, then you might as well say you're already buried six feet under.

"Whose going?" I questioned, looking around at the five.

"Homicide and I will go with you," Joe said, as he grabbed his weapon of choice.

Nelson grabbed his as well, and soon the three of us were leaving the mansion in which we took residence in. We headed out into the small town; our town. We owned it, and everyone fucking knew it. When we walked around, they bowed to our fucking feet, not literally, but they may as well. Girls tossed themselves at my feet, thinking that if they got with me that they would have nothing else to worry about. Which would be the case, but there was not going to be a bitch that tied me down. Bitches only caused problems, and I wasn't about to get myself in trouble.

From a local snitch we discovered that Cliff was hanging out at a bar. We sent Nelson in since he seemed to be calmer than Ace and I. I probably would have just blew Cliff's brains out for fucking with us. I hated when people said they would do something, and didn't come through. There was nothing worse than a liar.

Soon Nelson was busting out the back door with Cliff by the collar. I grinned as I watched Nelson toss him to the ground. He hit the concrete with a thud, crying out in pain. I walked over and gave him a hard kick to the ribs, and he doubled over in pain. He looked up at me, and I smirked seeing the fear locked behind those swirls of brown color.

"Nice to see you again, buddy," I grinned, my thin lips turning up into a sadistic grin that would haunt the man until he took his last breath.

He just crawled backwards, backing himself up against the brick wall. Nelson was on one side of him, Ace on the other, and I was standing directly in front of him. Needless to say, Cliff wasn't fucking moving. He looked around, and I could hear the lump of saliva cascading down his throat as he swallowed.

Joe stepped forward and done the business talk with Cliff, informing him that he was a day late on paying us back the money he had borrowed several months back. We had gave him a deadline of six months, and that deadline was up yesterday. I lit a cigarette as he tried to plead with Joe to save his desperate life, though that wasn't going to fucking happen. I leaned down on my knees, and pushed up his pants leg. I then smirked as I removed the Marlboro from my lips and then put it out against the flesh of his ankle, causing him to cry out in pain.

"Remember the deal, Samoa Joe?" He screamed, "You can have her! Take her! You said if I couldn't give the money then I could give you Skylar."

I snapped my head in Joe's direction, wondering what this damn idiotic baboon was talking about. Who the fuck was Skylar and why would he make a deal like this. Joe licked over his lips, as he stroked his chin, obviously he and Cliff had made a little agreement that the rest of us didn't know about.

"You said she was pure?"

"Pure," Cliff nodded, "She's as innocent as they come, I can assure you of that."

"What the fuck, Joe?" I growled, "We're not running some fucking adoption agency."

"Shut the fuck up, Punk!" Joe growled, "Let me fucking deal with this."

I rolled my eyes, wanting to blow his fucking brains out for the moment. He was pissing me off, always making dumbass deals. We didn't need to get a reputation of being pussies and by Ace agreeing to this, it meant we were showing a sign of weakness. He didn't need more bitches inside the mansion walls. We had enough of them roaming around. Some we used for our own sexual favors, though they were all more than willing, and the ones who weren't willing cleaned and cooked for us.

"So, Skylar is ready for us now?" Joe asked.

"Well," Cliff trailed off.

"Just let me fucking blow his brains out as payment," I grumbled.

"No! We had a deal!" He said, looking up at Joe.

I groaned rather loudly when he and Joe discussed the details of where we could find his daughter. Joe told him he wouldn't be released until we had her in our custody. I rolled my eyes as I finished off yet another cigarette, wondering if Joe was losing his fucking mind. I wasn't a fucking baby sitter.

"Punk, I need you to go get her." Joe told me.

"Hell no, I ain't going to get no bitch that's not going to suck my dick."

"PUNK!" He growled, "You're the best at finding people who are hiding, so I need you to do this."

If he was anybody but my best friend then I would have fucking killed him. He knew I hated going on these stupid little cat and mouse hunts. I hated finding someone who was hiding from me. It made me angry to know they were on the run. I patted my pockets for my cigs and then listened closely as Cliff repeated the address one more time.

"Fine, I'll go," I muttered, "Though, when I find that little bitch of yours," I glared at him, "Just know that she's not going to be fucking pure any more." I told him, before stalking away from the alley way.