All For Love // Saints Row Boss/OC

chapter one: "i can barely work a pistol!"

Sleep always eluded me. Especially on the nights when the Luchadores pick the poor souls to put on call for driving to gang fights in the middle of the night. I had been doing it for so long - three years and counting by the look of things at that point. Two young boys and a teenage girl were also in the cell with me. They were both new and clearly scared. I took out a pack of cigarettes, and the one of the young boys pipped up.

"Hey miss, can I bump a cig?" He asked.

I passed the one I had already lit over to him then relit another for myself.

"It's Xo" I replied with a smirk and a small laugh. "Miss" was the only respect id receive from another person since I got here.

"Tony" the boy replied.
"What's it like in here?" He continued.
"Fucking roses and sunny skies".

Before he I could tell him what he was really involved with, the siren indicating a gang fight came on. I stood up and bummed out my cigarette, then took my car keys from my pocket.

A Luchadore came over and unlocked all of us from out cell, shouting in his hoarse voice and the newbies.
"Nice to see you too Carl" I smirked, strolling past him and towards to car pack.

Carl controlled all of the "slaves" - basically normal people being held against their will to do work for the gang.

I jumped into my designated car, and waiting for the gang members to fill out the seats.
"Drive - Saints HQ" growled one of the members.

I nodded and drove them to their destination.

When we arrived, my usual orders were to wait a few metres away from the fighting zone so they could make a quick escape. I braked and wait for them to jump out the car, until Carl, threw an SMG at me.

"You're up kid" he said.
"What? Carl I can't, I can barely work a pistol".
"We're short on members, now take the gun and shoot a saint before I put a bullet through your skull" he shouted, cocking his pistol and pointing in the middle of my forehead.

I unlocked my door and slid out, aiming the gun in front of me and walking steadily. Gunshots rang and I ran to a nearby wall for cover. Bullets were flying in every direction, and I could feel Carl's eyes on me like a sniper. I peeped round the wall then carelessly fired some random bullets at the purple gang we were fighting. I heard a boy groan and slump onto the ground, dropping his gun in the process.

Did I just kill that guy?

My heart rate elevated and I wanted to get out of this bloodbath. I looked round from the wall again and saw the people starting to thin out. I decided it was "safe" for me to go out onto the field and actually try and fight so Carl wouldn't kill me when we got back to the crib. I jumped out from behind the wall, and before my finger even grazed the trigger of my SMG, two bullets were fired into my stomach. I screamed and fell onto the ground, clutching the area of the wound, which was now staining my uniform and my hands with blood. I pulled my head up in search for help, and Carl met my eyes. He looked at me for a minute and proceeded to jump into the car and drive off with the rest of the surviving gang members.

I held my stomach in pain, and I could feel myself become lightheaded. The street lights blurred and spun until my eyelids became heavy and darkness overtook.