Saints Row: Bullet to the Heart

Chapter 21

"Where's Johnny?" Aisha asked.

One of the Saints pointed to the bar. No one was chatting like they normally do, the music was even low, there was a wide berth around Gat, no one wanted to set him off. Johnny sat with a towel of ice Shaundi had given him. Aisha trotted down the stairs, Aisha pointed to the sofa for Ren to just relax. Everyone was on edge. Ren took a seat, switched the channel to one of the big screens, and watched some music videos. Not loud, just enough to have something playing in the background. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Aisha snatching his hand away and turning his face to hers for inspection.

Johnny flinched in pain. "Did she make it home?" He drew out. She looked him over, hair disheveled and missing his glasses.

"She's gone to get looked at. What the fuck were you thinking?" Aisha shook her head, exasperated, the way he charged after her like that.

"I wanted to know what happened."

"Yeah, I see what she is talking about. Nothing, she would have told me."

Johnny turned his head, running his tongue over his teeth. He went to grind his teeth, but stopped. He put the ice pack back on. Li and her talk, and much to his embarrassment Li must have repeated things he said to Li. Maybe Ish knows what flipped Li's switch. "When did she speak anything other than Japanese?"

Aisha, rolled her eyes, tugged at Gat to follow her, grabbing a clean towel and an open bottle of vodka from behind the bar, gingerly sliding off the stool he followed behind and went towards the bedroom Li had fixed up, across from the main entrance that was once an office, so she could talk to him privately. "She told me to tell you a few things. I guess that would be now."

Closing the door to the room, sitting him down on the bed, tilting his head up, seeing there was a cut on the corner of his mouth. "She wanted me to tell you a bit about her family, and her... hold still, this will sting." Aisha poured alcohol and tapped at his lip. Johnny closed his eyes against the sting.

Aisha looked again and a small abrasion near his eye, "Oooh, she got you good... Her Aunt Fu wasn't her grandmother, but her... like... what did she say, Nanny, like a caretaker?"

Aisha used a clean part of the cloth checking his hands and arms. "Her family is rich.. Old money she said, family squabbles had her living here... and yes, she speaks a few languages, she was taught, private tutors, fighting lessons..." She looked at Gat and shook her head, Ish ran her fingers through his hair and listened to him hum in response, "You will have to ask her the rest, one day. She really isn't liking you much right now."

"Why, though, what happened that night?" He licked his lip. He needed a drink, badly.

"Nothing, I told you that. She was mad because you came by drunk, and she was happy being 'blissfully ignorant.'" Aisha would never tell him she knew how he talked to Li. Li didn't want to tell her half the time to spare Aisha's feelings.

He looked up, his light brown eyes searched her eyes, Aisha raised an eyebrow nodding, feeling Johnny's kneading the back of her thighs, pulling her close, rubbing on her hips sliding up her sides, his hands feeling her soft coco skin under her shirt. She hisses softly as her hands on his neck, her doe eyes held his gaze.

"Come here." He pulled her closer, positioning her to straddle his lap. His lips immediately kissed her neck, tracing along her jaw and down to the other side of her neck. He nibbled, hearing her whimper, and grabbed the back of her neck to steady her. He pulled away briefly, then roughly kissed her luscious lips. Gat hasn't finished being angry. Li would have preferred to be with Troy? Ish will help ease his tensity.
He rubbed up Aisha's back. "No bra?" his timber chilled her. He smirked. His hand slid to her small breasts, finding her nipples hard with want, and needing attention on the palms of his hands.