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The Boss the Beginning	By : FantasyWriter1 Category: +S through Z > Saints Row 2 Views: 17722 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"I gotta do something about this shit hole of an apartment." Alisa said, after getting fed up with the sleepless nights, of getting eaten alive by the bed bugs living in the worn out mattress. Laying on the dirty floor, in the corner of her filthy studio apartment. She flicks a couple bugs off her arm, and gets up and in a fit of rage she grabs the mattress, while holding it over her head, she walk to the door and kicks it open. With only a white wifebeater shirt, and black thong on she carries the mattress outside. She stomps barefoot up the steps outside her door, she throws the bug infested mattress on the sidewalk. Then turns to back inside, and grabs a half empty bottle of vodka, and a book of mataches off the wooden crate she uses for a coffee table. She heads back outside with the bottle and matches in hand. Her neighbors, the neighborhood bums, and drunks watch curiously as she pours the vodka on the mattress, and tears a match from the book, strikes it and lights up the entire book of matches and tosses it on alcohol soaked mattress. She steps back as the mattress burst into flames right there on the sidewalk, and watches it burn up. Without a care about the folks watching the scene unfold. Once she's satisfied with the sight of watching the bug infested, filthy thing burn she turns around and heads back inside her apartment.
She grabs a pair of faded purple skinny jeans and slips them on, adjust her package with her hand so that everything is sitting comfortably in the jeans, and then button and zips the pants closed. She sits in the chair and pulls on a pair of clean socks, then grabs her polished black leather, steel toe combat boots and pulls them on and laces the boots up around her calves, over the jeans. She pulls off the shirt and tosses it into a corner with the rest of her dirty clothes. Then grabs a clean black bra and puts it, followed by a black mesh t-shirt. Alisa completes her outfit of the day with a few accessories, like a black leather, spiked bracelets snapped around and onto each wrist, wallet with long metal chair, and a black leather, studded belt. After getting dressed, she starts applying some makeup to her face, with the help of small, cracked mirror loosely hanging on the wall, above the small sink in the tiny bathroom. She applies a bit of blush, and other stuff to even out the color while making the color of her cheeks a bit darker. Once that's done, she starts on her eyes, first by applying some thick black eyeliner around each eye, followed by some smokey black eyeshadow to her upper eyelids and a bit to her lower eyelids. She finishes up with some crimson color, glossy lipstick. Then she blushes out her layered bob hairstyle, makes sure that the two, straight, short, locks of purple hair are resting on each side of her face. She checks herself out in the mirror, and smiles in approval.
"Not bad for someone who just busted out of prison a few weeks ago." She said, as blow a kiss to her own reflection. Then pulls the chain, to turn the single light bulb hanging from the ceiling by a cord. She she grabs her biker style black leather jacket from the back of the chair, and the glock from makeshift coffee table. She checks to make sure that the magazine and chamber are loaded, and tucks in the waistband of her jeans, behind her back. Then she puts the jacket on, and pops the collar up while heading for the door. She flips the light switch off, and walks outside. After closing and locking the door. As she starts heading to her car parked along the side of her apartment, she reaches into the inside pocket of jacket and pulls out a pair of chrome frame aviator sunglasses and puts them on. People on the street overt their eyes as she walks by them, either out of respect or intimidation of the gang leader. While at the same time admiring her body out of either desire or envy of her perfect hourglass figure, large full breasts that bounce with each confident step. Alisa lights a cigarette with her zippo lighter, and then opens door to her 67 Impala. She slides in behind the steering wheel, closes the door, sticks the key in the ignition. The 327 V8 engine comes to life as she turns the key, she puts an AC/DC tape in the cassette player and turns it up as "Hell's Bells" starts playing. Alisa shifts into drive and peels out of the driveway. The tires are still squealing, and the music is blasting as she turns the corner.
Johnny and Pearce were already waiting outside in a cargo van, when she drives up. Alisa parks along the curb, shuts down the motor, and steps out with white paper bag in one hand and cup holder with three cups of coffee in the other hand, and a half smoked cigarette dangling from between her lips. Johnny and Pearce get out of the van, and begin walking towards the black muscle car. Alisa places the bag and drink on the hood of the car, and reaches into the bag.
"I thought you guys might be hungry. So I stopped by Freckle Bitches and got breakfast." Alisa said, she pulls out a couple breakfast burritos, and tosses one to each man.
"Great I'm starvin." Johnny said, as turns and leans back against the fender of the car, and unwraps his burrito and takes a big bite.
Pearce grabs a cup of coffee, opens the little tab on the plastic lid on the cup, and takes a sip of the hot, caffeine loaded beverage. Alisa digs in the bag, and pulls out her burrito and begin to unwrap it.
"So Boss who is this guy you're settin us up with?" Pearce said, as he takes a bite from his burrito. Alisa flicks the cigarette butt out onto the street and says.
"He's an old friend of mine, someone I worked with before I moved to Stillwater." She said, as she takes a bite from her burrito.
"And he laundered money for you?" Pearce said, while chewing on a chunk of burrito.
"Yeah, that and gave me a few jobs." Alisa said.
"What kind of jobs?" Pearce said, as he washes down the burrito with a sip of coffee.
"Collecting for his loanshark and bookmaking business, hijacking trucks, working as bouncer in some of his gambling houses and even a few hits." She said, as she takes a sip of coffee.
"You still haven't answered my question." Pearce said.
"Pearce, please don't embarrass me in front of my friend. He's a made guy from the families in New York." She said.
"Hold up. The five families, as in the mafia?" Pearce said, as he forgets to swallow from this surprising revelation.
"Yes, but they like using that term. The organization, or family, never mafia, mob, or gang at least not in front of them." Alisa said.
"Boss, you seriously got friends in the mob?" Pearce said.
"Yes, but I'm only an associate. This guy is an actual made guy, or official member of la cosa nostra." She said, "which means he's to be treated with respect, and is not to be crossed. If we do this right, then the Saints have the support of the mob."
"Wow that's some cool shit, Boss. The mafia." Pearce said.
"There's a lot we can learn from them. Something that we can use to turn the Saints from a street gang, to the most powerful, organized operation in the city." Alisa said.
"We can make this crew something we can proud of. Something that people won't just look at with fear, but also with respect," She said, "when someone says I'm a saint, people will know that person is part of something special. Something that will bring the fires from hell itself, if they fuck with that person." Alisa said, as the two men listened.
"First we gotta take back our city. Once that's done, then we can focus on makin the Saints a real crew." Johnny said, as he swallows the last of his burrito, and drinks the last bit from his coffee cup.
"Right, we seal our reputation as a crew that ain't to be fucked with. By cleaning up Stillwater, by any means necessary." Alisa said, as she knods in agreement with Johnny. Alisa grabs a cup of coffee and takes a drink, to wash down the last of her burrito.
"Alright, now that we're all fueled up. Let's get going, follow me with the van to where we're meeting this guy." She said.
Johnny starts walking back to the van, with Pearce walking and eating next to him. As Alisa gets back in her car, with her coffee. Johnny drives the van, following Alisa as she drives towards the freeway. After about twenty minutes, they arrive at the hideout where a beer truck is sitting parked near the entrance of the old mission.
"Why is this here, did some of the guys order a bunch of beer?" Pearce said, as he gets out. Him and Johnny follow Alisa as she leads the way around to the rear of the truck. Just as the back door slides up, to reveal a broad shouldered guy, standing about six feet two inches tall, with slicked back dark hair, wearing a custom tailored gray silk blazer jacket, matching slacks, black polo shirt, polished black wing tipped dress shoes, with small gold chain with one of those catholic pendants around his neck, a gold rolex watch on his left wrist, and a single gold ring on his right pinky finger. There was no doubt in Johnny's and Pearce's mind judging by the man's style of dress, the way he carries him, and the look of cold blooded murderous, confidence. That the man standing in the truck was a member of the mob.
Pearce didn't know if he should go for his piece or stay quiet as the man looked at him and Johnny with a look that he's seen many times on the movie "Goodfellas". Johnny on the other hand, remains as calm as usual. As he looks up at the hardened mobster, who looks back at Johnny with the same ice cold eyes as Johnny. Alisa looks over at her underboss and lieutenant, Johnny Gat is fearless as usual, while Pearce looks like he's about to shit his pants. She can't help but laugh at the look in Pearce's eyes. The well dressed man in the truck joins in on the laughter.
"Haha, I had him didn't I?" The man said, with a New Yorker's accent. As he jumps down from the back of the truck.
"Oh yeah, you still got it Anthony." Alisa said, with a smile.
"Calm down pal, I'm bustin your balls a little." He said.
"Guys, this is Anthony Russo with the Salantro Family. Anthony, this is my Underboss Johnny Gat and Pearce Washington a capo in my organization." Alisa said.
"Pleasure to meet chya guys." Anthony said, as he extends his hand to the men.
Johnny the first to shake the New York gangster's hands, says.
"I've heard a lot about you, from Alisa here." Johnny said.
"All good things I hope. Glad to know Alisa learned some things from her time with my some friends of mine. Like how to pick a good underboss." Anthony said, acknowledging Johnny's obvious attributes that every gangster should have.
"She knows what she's doing that's for sure." Johnny said, to the mafioso as he shakes his hand.
Pearce is next to shake the mobster's hand.
"Sorry about lookin all scared. I wasn't sure what to expect when you stepped out." Pearce said.
"Fahgetboutit. It helps to know how put on a good bluff." Anthony said, "somethin you can learn from Alisa."
"How's the family Anthony?" Alisa said.
"Good, real good. My son's headin off the college soon." Anthony said.
"That's good, and how about the rest of the family?" She said, referring to Anthony's mafia friends.
"Oh fahgetboutit. Things ain't like they used to be. Fuckin rats, ya know." He said.
"Fuck that's too bad. You'll let me know if I can be any help?" Alisa said.
"Oh yeah, of course. But I think it'll be taken care of in house, but chya know. Now should we get down to business." Anthony said.
"You bet." Alisa said. Her, Johnny and Pearce head to van, and are met by four guys who are all dressed in similar attire as Anthony.
"Don't mind them, they're with me." Anthony said. Alisa, Johnny, Pearce and Anthony's guys begin carrying over the bags of money. Johnny and Pearce see Anthony open up a secret compartment, hidden behind the what they thought was cases of beer, but is actually a wall with a door dressed up to look like cases of beer. One of Anthony's men let's the ramp on the back of the truck down. Alisa leads the way up the ramp, and into the compartment. Which turned out to be a counting room on wheels. With tables along the sides of the truck, with computerized counting machines, and guys who's sole purpose is to calculate the funds, and where it goes.
"Holy shit, we need a set up like this." Pearce said.
"All in good time Pearce." Alisa said.
"That's right. You're just startin out, what you see here. Is the end result of what took us a lot years of hard work and bloodshed to build." Anthony said.
Alisa opens up the bag she's carrying. One of counters grabs a handful of bills, stacks them neatly and puts it in a counting machine. After the push of button, Alisa, Johnny and Pearce watch the money go through the machine. After it's done the digital screen on the machine reads, twenty two hundred dollars. Once Johnny and Pearce get the idea, they each bring a bag to one of the counters. Who quickly begin running the money through the machines.
After a few hours of moving bags of cash around, and a lot of accounting. Exchanging all the dirty large bills and small bills, and clean, crisp one hundred dollar bills. Which went back in the bags, which carried into the hideout by the two low ranking saints who helped out with the heist.
"A pretty good fuckin score." Anthony who had long since removed his blazer said, as he puffs on cuban cigar.
"A casino job." Alisa said, as she takes a flask out from her jacket pocket, twist the top off and takes a drink. Then she passes it to
"Salute." Anthony said, as he takes a swig and passes it to Johnny.
Alisa lights up another out of five cigarettes she's had in the past few hours since all this started.
"I something about that on news, on my way into town. A Ronin operation right?" Anthony said.
"Yep." Johnny said, as he takes a drink from Alisa's flask and passes it to Pearce. Who's busy rolling a blunt, Pearce takes a drink and hands it back to Alisa. Alisa takes another drink, closes it up, and puts it back in her back.
"Sendin your rivals a pretty big message, I like it. Some of those Ronin cunts have been giving a few of my friends trouble, especially the leader's father. Ya know he's Yakuza right?" Anthony said.
"Who is?" Pearce said.
"Shogo's old man." Johnny said.
"Oh shit." Pearce said, as he finishes rolling the blunt.
"Uh don't worry about it Pearce, we got la cosa nostra backing us." Alisa said.
"That's right, you ain't gotta worry about any us choppin your head off with a samurai sword, for walking down the street. Treat us with respect, and we'll return the favor guaranteed." Anthony said. "hey is that weed?"
"Yeah, why you wanna hit it?" Pearce said.
"Of course, that's why I asked." Anthony said.
Pearce chuckles and hands the blunt to the mafioso.
"I didn't know know smoked weed." Pearce said.
"Oh yeah, a lotta wiseguys like partaking in a bit of herb every now and then. It ain't like coke, smack, or crank. That shit'll turn your brain to mush." Anthony said, as he takes out his butane cugar lighter, after tossing the last of his cigar away, and lights the blunt while taking a toke. He passes it to Alisa, while letting the smoke out. Alisa takes a drag, as "Simple Man" by Lynard Skynard starts playing on Alisa's car stereo. Which had been playing for a while now. Pearce could tell by Anthony's foot tapping to the music, that the weed was taking effect. As Alisa passed the blunt to him, he couldn't believe they were hanging out in the back of beer truck/counting room, with a real mafioso, smoking weed, and listening to good tunes. As Pearce blows out smoke and hands the blunt to Johnny, he thinks to himself that he'll never forget this moment.
After a few more hours the money was finally all counted, and exchanged.
"Alright, so your total comes to five point seven million dollars. Minus my cut of twenty percent." Anthony said, as he hands a good size chunk of money to his accountant.
"Fuck!" Pearce said.
"Not a bad score at all." Johnny said.
"The biggest one I've ever had so far." Alisa said.
"What do you plan on doing with this money?" Anthony said.
"Well after everyone gets their cut. A lot of it is going into building my crew. We need weapons, ammo, get the hideout remodeled. And last but not least, get my place remodeled." Alisa said.
"Good luck with the family Alisa, huh. If you need anything you know how to reach me. Nice meetin you guys, Pearce thanks for that good shit." Anthony said. Alisa, and other two Saints shake hands with the wiseguy again, as one of his guys closes up the truck. They watch as a black Cadillac drives up, and Anthony getting in the back seat. Then they watch it drive off, with the truck following the classic luxury sedan.
"Now that was cool." Pearce said.
"It pays to have friends in all the right places." Johnny said.
"Shaundi ain't gonna believe this shit." Pearce said.
"Stick with me guys, and I'll get you to the top and then some." Alisa said, as the three of them make their way to the hideout.
"You should've been the Boss from day one, not Julius." Johnny said, as he opens the door for Alisa and Pearce.

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