Saints Row: Bullet to the Heart

Untitled Part 73

~*Stoughton Docks, Brotherhood Garage.*~

They pulled up to Jessica's house. The car wasn't there. They headed to the Brotherhood's hideout. And there she was, sitting apart from the others. It was already late and Ky set her phone to Do Not Disturb. She needed to focus, and she couldn't do that with Gat, Ish, or Ramon in her ear. Getting out, she made not a sound as he rigged her car.

"Here's the detonator...it's IR, so you'll have to face the car if you want the bomb to go off. I'm telling you, you don't wanna do this. Once you start shit with Maero, he won't stop." He whispered. They wouldn't have been overheard. He was just being exceptionally cautious.

"You have a clue to what time of the year it is. Right... You should, you were at spot number two. Let me fill you in on what led to spot number two, hm?" She went down the list, from the time that Lin called, to Ky being lured into the pool hall, being hit over the head, tied up, tossed in a trunk, shot, pushed into the channel, And who knows what Lin went through before Kyouki got the call. Ky capped off with not long after being shot having to deal with Joseph, then William, then Hughes, and then the explosion. Kyouki's anger was raising to the surface. "I lost five years! You may have done nothing to me personally, but you allowed Lin to die. You have to live with that shit every gotdamn day. Same as me. You owe me and her. When you figure out who is the better team... Nevermind, you ain't nothing but a pussy."

Donnie swallowed. She was right, but what she was doing to the Brotherhood wasn't fair at all. They were not to Rollerz, never will be. He may have affiliated with them, but he knew better now than to not get too deep. "But you just started something that you're not going to be able to finish. This isn't right, I did nothing to the Saints..." He pleaded.

Ky walked away. Leaving him alone in the dark.

"Here? Are you serious?"

Ky called once she was in the car. "You should move before that goes off."

"B-but they're gonna kill me!" He looked around the corner. He has to tell them what happened.

"Not my problem." Ky pulled off.

Donnie stood there watching her leave. He hustled away from the car that went off, but there was nothing too loud. It was a bomb that smoked paint. Donnie sighed, then headed into the garage.

Gasping for air, Donnie held tight to Maero's wrist. "You chose your life over the rest of us! That was your choice!" Maero barked at the smaller man.

Croaking out, suspended in the air, feet off the ground. "I... had a-a-a gun t-to... my head wha- I s-supposed to do."

"Have a spine!" Maero growled.

Matt could see Donnie changing colors. He went through several shades and his eyes were slowly drooping. "Woah... Woah, Bro, don't do this, y-you should think about that bitch who is running the Saints. Don't take this out on Donnie." Matt pleaded.

It was hard to hear what was going on. Muffled voices. The world around him was growing dark.

"Baby... Hey hun... Who's gonna fix my car?" Jessica looked up at her man. Maero looked down at her, looked at Donnie, roared, and tossed the man against the wall like he was a rag.

Matt ran over, the back of Donnie's head hit the cabinet door, he lay unmoving, Jessica and Maero walked off. Matt looked at their backs. "Donnie, you alright? Come on man, wake up."

Donnie heard what they said just before he was thrown. All he was good for was fixing cars. He needed to leave. When they saw Jessica's car, he could very well meet Lin tonight.