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Free Falling	By : CertainUncertainty Category: +S through Z > Saints Row Views: 1633 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Saints Row: The Third or any of its characters, nor do I make a profit from writing this story.

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A/N: I'd like to thank HTM for beta reading this and the next chapter for me. He gives me the confidence he swears I already have. Thanks again! :D
"Nope. Since Shaundi's hell bent on me letting you go, I'm gonna keep you, just to show her who's the boss around here. Hungry?"
'And we're thrown into another pissing contest...' Pierce held back a groan of disappointment. He had hoped that their fearless leader would see reason and just let the girl go. But, of course, Shaundi had to mouth off. If Pierce had learned anything about the Boss since he'd met him back in Stilwater, it was that he couldn't stand being pushed around and told what to do. Pierce had never asked the Boss outright what caused him to be like that, but he figured that he'd been bullied when he was younger or something.
The girl only stared at Boss after her jaw dropped open in disbelief. "T-that is so childish!"
'Agreed.' Pierce thought as he shook his head. Shaundi may not have wanted Denitra around just because she was another female, but Pierce just didn't trust her. People would do anything to get near the Saints; groupies and con artists were a constant threat. Boss was too preoccupied with more important things than to stop and consider the fact that some people were bold enough to steal money from the Saints. It was Pierce's own suggestion that they stop stashing their earnings in the safes of their cribs and safe houses. With all the partying that they liked to do, it was just too easy and tempting for someone to break into the safes and steal some cash.
"There's a difference between making a suggestion and giving an order. I know she's been stressed out lately, but she needs to remember that she's only allowed to make a suggestion, not order me around."
Shaundi turned around on the couch. "So you're gonna keep this chick just to piss me off?"
"Does this really surprise you?" Boss asked, a bit surprised himself.
"Yes!" Shaundi stood.
Boss shrugged. "Well, deal with it."
Shaundi started to open her mouth but Pierce made a cutting motion with his hand at his throat, a signal for her to just shut up. He silently hoped she'd understand that she was really just making it worse. Fortunately, she did and plopped back down on the couch.
"You can't do that!" Denitra shouted.
"And just why not?" Boss asked in a child's voice, clearly taunting her.
Pierce was aware that if the girl planned everything out to make sure she was in whatever car Boss carjacked, then she was damned good. Could she have been that good? Not likely, but it didn't mean that she couldn't take advantage of her situation. He'd have to make sure her mind wasn't wandering in that direction.
"-have the right to just imprison people on a whim!" Pierce clued back into the conversation.
"If you didn't notice, I didn't have to keep you in the car. I could have just shoved your ass out with your mom and let you both get run over."
"Then why did you? Since when did you ever care about anyone other than yourself?"
"Karma. I try, from time to time, to put some good into the world. It increases my chances of being reincarnated as at least a sea turtle in the next life. Could you imagine being reborn as a tree or flower?" He made a face as if he was in pain before turning away from her to hide his face.
Even Pierce struggled not to laugh at her outraged expression. "YOU THINK THIS SHIT IS FUNNY?"
"You have to admit my chances of being a sea turtle are pretty slim."
"You are going to let me go." Denitra spoke evenly, fists shaking with rage at her sides. Maybe it was the tone in her voice or her body language, but the playful demeanor the Boss had slipped away as his eyes became void of emotion, leaving a cold, deadly expression on his face. Pierce had seen the look before, often right before he made a rash decision in which someone ended up dead.
"What I am going to do, is keep you here for as long as I want." His tone matched hers, but there was a lot more implied.
"No, you are not." She retorted, putting her hands on her hips.
It was hard to tell if Boss was even breathing, he stood still. Pierce realized that it was possible the kitchen island was the only thing keeping the Boss from choking the girl. An idea popped into Pierce's head. "What about a compromise?"
Both of their heads snapped to give him unfriendly looks. "What?"
Pierce sighed and shoved his hands into the pockets of his slacks. "A compromise. Something you two can agree on."
"Like what?" Boss asked, intrigued.
Pierce looked at him then at the girl. "When does school start?"
She looked genuinely surprised he'd been paying attention. Pierce smirked. As second-in-command, it was his duty to pay attention to every detail. She looked down at the floor, "Next Monday."
"Alright, seven days, starting from the minute he jumped in your car. Just stay seven days, and after that you can go." Pierce looked to Boss, hoping like hell the man would, for once, just agree and move on. If he did, then Pierce could talk to the girl and try talking Kinzie into doing a thorough background check on her. If she wasn't as innocent as she seemed, then he'd get rid of her himself, if she wasn't a valuable person to have. But he had to admit, she was one hell of an actress, if she really did want to be there.
The Boss thought for a minute then his eyes landed on his kidnap victim. "What do you say?"
Denitra shook her head. "No. I don't want to spend another minute in the Saints' company, much less another six days!"
Pierce took a step towards her and lowered his voice. "If not, there's no telling when he'll calm down enough to get tired of terrorizing you. You're only making it worse."
She seemed to realize just how right Pierce might be. He watched her inner conflict show in her expressions as she thought it out. More than likely she'd try to make a run for it if she ever got the chance, which could only piss the Boss off. Or humor him. Or both. It had begun to seem like she wouldn't go for it when her shoulders suddenly slumped in defeat, and her whole attitude changed. "Okay." She whispered.
She sounded heartbroken. She looked lost. She was one hell of an actress, if she was faking it.
The Boss's phone went off and he answered it, putting it on speaker since Shaundi and Pierce were there. "Kinzie, you find anything out about the Deckers?"
"I know a lot about the Deckers." She answered curtly.
"Well, I know that but anything we can use?"
"Tons, but you shouldn't worry about that now."
"Okay, then what should I-"
"Is Shaundi with you?" She cut him off. Upon hearing her name, Shaundi got up and made her way over to the kitchen island.
"Right here, what's going on?" Shaundi picked up the phone.
"Both of you meet me at Smiling Jack's diner, there's something you need to see."
Pierce smacked his lips. "What about me?"
"Pierce, you can-"
"Babysit." Boss nodded his head in Denitra's direction. "Me and Shaundi should be enough. If not, I'll call." He smiled as he headed towards the elevators, taking his phone from Shaundi and hanging it up. He seemed awfully happy to just hang up on Kinzie.
Denitra didn't move until the elevator closed, moving over to one of the armchairs near the windows and sitting down. Pierce started to open his mouth when he stomach growled, reminding him that he hadn't ate since noon. He rubbed his hand down over his face. "Um, I'm gonna order something to eat. You want anything?"
She slowly brought her eyes up to his face. "Whatever you get is fine with me."
He thought about it then quickly dialed a phone number. "I hope chinese takeout is okay." She didn't respond.
"May China. How can I help you?" An elderly woman's voice filled his ear.
"I want a place an order for delivery. Shrimp fried rice and beef pepper steak."
"Anything else?"
"Um, three vegetable egg rolls and extra fortune cookies." He nodded confidently. When she prompted him for the address, Pierce simply told her the name of the building. "Safeword." She let him know that it would take fifteen minutes and hung up on him. If she had told him anything but fifteen minutes, Pierce would've cancelled the order; the place was literally on the end of the street. He looked over at Denitra and felt bad for her. She looked miserable despite her rainbow colored sundress and yellow flip flops. A modern hippie, maybe?
He moved over to the bar and pulled out two wine glasses and a bottle of unopened wine. "Do you drink? You look like you need something to cheer you up."
She glanced at him before looking out of the window again. "Yeah, I drink."
"Great!" He sat down in front of her, placing the glasses on the table between them then filling them with the cranberry colored liquid. "So, do you live here in Steelport?"
She shook her head and picked up her glass, tentatively taking a sip. "Stilwater."
He nodded and regarded her, noting her posture and facial expression. She was telling the truth. "So then, what are you doing here in Steelport?"
"Like I said earlier, college. Stilwater University will be closing its doors soon, permanently." She looked at him and gave him an unfriendly glare. "But you know that already, don't you?"
Pierce didn't respond, choosing to sip from his glass as he thought. "S.U. was going to go down whether gangs got involved with it or not. In fact, it was because of gangs that it stayed opened as long as it did. Students were only attending to get better access to the Loa Dust. The school itself was in deep financial shit."
She looked away from him. He continued to watch her, noting that even though she wasn't saying a word, she was getting angrier with each sip of wine. She'd drained her glass before she spoke again. "I'm here for college because the one back home won't be open much longer."
"At least you didn't give up. What are you going to college for?"
"I want a degree in paramedic emergency."
Pierce had to admit he was impressed. "Why that field?"
The hostility gave way to regret. "I want to help people."
"That's the only reason?" Pierce doubted her.
She refilled her glass to the brim and took another swig. "No." He waved his hand, prompting her to go on. She sighed and downed her glass. She shuddered then sighed deeply. "Layla. I'm doing it for Layla."
He watched her eyes water but she kept a straight face. "Is Layla your sister...?"
"She was my best friend. My only friend."
"Was?"
A tear fell quickly down her cheek and she wiped it away. This time, Pierce refilled her glass. She thanked him. "She was there during the shootout at the university. She didn't get to finish her shift at the gift shop."
Although Pierce was aware that the Saints' actions often resulted in civilian casualties, it wasn't often that he was later confronted with their loved ones. He was left speechless. She didn't notice his sudden silence, as she was lost in her memories. Thankfully, the intercom next to the elevator buzzed. He jogged over to it and pressed the red button. "What's up?"
"You order takeout? It's here."
"Bring it up."
He quickly grabbed plates and forks from the cabinets and set them at the kitchen island. The elevator doors opened and a Saint runt stepped out, holding the white plastic sack. "Here you go, man."
"Thanks. Did you tip the delivery guy?" Pierce asked fishing for his wallet out of his pocket.
"Just two bucks."
"Thanks, Miguel." Pierce handed him a twenty dollar bill and took the bag. Pierce was sure that Miguel didn't expect to be paid back for the food, much less to be called by his name.
"N-no problem, man. Anytime." The kid's grin would have put the Kool-Aid man to shame. Without having to be told, he dismissed himself and hopped back onto the elevator. 'A little praise does go a long way...'
He put the food on the island next to the plates and turned towards his charge. "So, do you mind moving over here? I know you have to be hungry." He gestured towards the food, then began waving his hand towards her in hopes the smell would do the rest of the talking. "It's saying, 'eat meeee'."
She shook her head and a small smile graced her lips. "If it's saying anything, then it's probably best we don't eat it." She got up, picked up the glasses and bottle, and slowly joined him at the kitchen island. "I'm supposed to hate you."
Pierce shrugged. "Then hate me after you've eaten and drank your fill. Right now, we're just two people enjoying a meal. It won't do you any good to starve yourself."
She nodded. "Under different circumstances, I'd see you as a friend. You remind me of Layla, just a little bit."
Pierce nodded his head, understanding her. "If the situation were different, I'd take you downtown to this hot ass club, buy you all the drinks you could stand, then try to convince you that fuck buddies are the best buddies you could ever have."
They both fell out laughing. She smacked his arm then reached for the wine. "That's messed up!" She took a sip before reaching for the food. He shrugged his shoulders.
"I'm just joking. Sort of." He filled his plate with food. "Unless you'd like that."
She shook her head. "Unless you can go back in time and undo the past, hell no."
He looked at the bottle of wine, seeing that the bottle only held a third of its contents now. "Hm, we've had a lot to drink."
"I forgot to ask, but what's the proof on this?"
"Well, it's Pedra Altra..." Pierce looked at the label closely. "Twenty percent."
"That's it?" She looked at the bottle too, as if she could see through the dark glass. "It doesn't feel like just twenty."
"I'm just starting to feel a buzz but you've had at least twice as much as I've had. Plus, wine sneaks up on you."
She nodded and ate a bit more off of her plate. "So, tell me, what the hell is wrong with your boss. Does he always act this childish?"
Pierce laughed. "No, it's just Shaundi. Shaundi used to be really laid back and he was always on her ass about it. Once we started getting more 'positive' attention, he chewed her out and told her if she wanted to stay with the Saints, she'd get her shit together. I don't know what went through her head, but the next day she showed up looking like a damned model. It was fucking insane. Like, I really don't know how to explain it. But with the new look came a new attitude. I miss the old Shaundi. She was drugged up all the time, but she had a sense of humor and knew how to party. Shaundi still does that, but it's like she forgot that she's not the boss, he is. And he hates being told what to do. So they fight all the time, but she's irreplaceable. I think Gat's death made it worse."
"So, maybe if they kiss and made up, he'd let me go?" She looked hopeful.
Pierce shrugged and drank the rest of the wine in his glass. "Maybe, maybe not."
"This is so stupid. I told my mom not to take that street. She made a wrong turn and I told her to just do a U-turn. Nooo. She wanted to just make three left turns and we'd be back where we needed to turn. I asked him to just let me out of the car. Nooo. He was just certain I'd get run over by a tank-"
"You probably would have."
"So? That's my problem. Not his. He's so damned controlling."
"He can't help it."
"I don't want to hear that shit. I want to leave."
Pierce sighed. "Maybe if you're on your best behavior, you'll get parole."
"Stupid, blue eyed son of a bitch."
"Blue eyed? What you got against his eyes?"
"Nothing! I just...noted that they were blue."
A smiled graced his lips. "Really?" He leaned closer to her. "So, do you like his blue eyes?"
She cut her eyes at him. "Shut up."
He grinned even wider. "So what about his hair? Do you find that sexy?"
"I'll knock you off of that stool if you don't shut the hell up."
Pierce laughed. "Admit you find him attractive and I'll leave it alone."
She was quiet for a minute, contemplating. It didn't matter what she would say; Pierce knew from her hesitance alone what was true or not. "He's okay. I mean, he isn't ugly."
"So what if he was never a Saint? What would you think of him then?"
She bit her lip. "I don't know. Maybe I could-"
The elevator let out a ding and the doors opened, effectively ending that conversation.
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