DONOVAN.

11:30 AM.

Donovan had been in the cab for a little more than a half an hour before arriving at the Saint's crib. It'd felt like longer though, and he was quickly getting tired of sitting on the uncomfortable, old, crusty, leather seat.

He was mentally preparing himself for the heist that would go off as soon as he got dressed. The crew had decided that they'd dress themselves in Johnny Gat mascot outfits that their company had just put out. It would definitely signal who they were, but that was the point, they wanted publicity. Besides, who doesn't want to be Johnny Gat?

Other thoughts crossed his mind during the ride over, and he tried to empty his mind of all the thoughts that pertained to Viola. He'd have to keep doing so until he could get a handle on his emotions, and could take their fuck-buddy relationship more seriously.

Then another thought came to him, his phone. He knew his crew must've called him ten million times when he was gone, especially this morning when he didn't come home. All of them were bound to be pissed, but especially Shaundi. She was real high strung now a days, and Donovan's behavior was sure to piss her off.

He looked on the seat next to him, and there were his pistols, right next to them was his phone and earpiece. He didn't remember them being handed to him, but whatever. He picked up his cell, and turned it back on. It was a good thing that it was water proof. Otherwise, he would've been screwed.

As soon as it powered up, a purple pop-up box came on the screen. It read:

Johnny (Text) 3

Johnny 2 missed calls

Pierce (Text) 2

Pierce 2 missed calls

Shaundi (Text) 7

Shaundi 10 missed calls

Uh huh, just as he'd thought. Marvelous, Shaundi was gonna give him hell when he got back. Johnny and Pierce, they'd be a bit upset, but Shaundi would probably go overboard.

The car pulled to a halt, and the driver turned to Donovan, " The Syndicate has you covered." he said, and Donovan nodded.

" Tell 'em thanks." Donovan said before getting out of the car. The cab drove off, and Donny walked up to the building, to meet up with his crew.

They were in the apartment, just like the night before, when Donovan entered. Just Johnny, Pierce and Shaundi were in the room, and, of course, Shaundi was the first one to notice him. " Where the hell were you! ?" She said snappily as he walked completely in and shut the door behind him.

"Out." Donovan answered calmly, as he glanced at Shaundi. Once again, she looked as if smoke was ready to come out of her ears.

She huffed, " Well you look like shit." And he probably did. He hadn't looked at a mirror yet, but he could feel his hair sticking up in all the wrong places, he was dirty as hell, and he probably smelled.

" You do." Johnny said smoothly. He just walked out of the bathroom, and walked up to Shaundi's side. He looked Donovan up and down. " What the hell happened to you?"

Pierce came out of the kitchen, a beer in his right hand. His eyebrows raised as he looked at Donovan," And where the hells your hat, man?" he asked.

Donovan could see how that would be out of the ordinary. He was basically always wearing a hat, he didn't like to deal with his hair much. There was always something on his head.

As Donovan readied to tell the whole story, he stopped. They didn't need to know all his business. Yesterday and that morning really wasn't a 'secret' per se, but he didn't feel like telling everyone. So, instead he just shrugged.

" It's a long story." Donovan said, answering all their questions. " Let's just get this heist over with aight?"

They all looked at him oddly, and Gat and Pierce nodded. The guys turned, and continued to get their ammo together, filling their pockets with it.

Shaundi, however, kept her eyes on him, not turning away. Her eyebrows narrowed slightly, not angry, but questioning, and it told him she knew there was more to it. It actually kind of made him mad. Why'd she think she was so special. She didn't deserve to know more than anyone else…did she?

He pretended he didn't see the look, and just went to his room, where the mascot outfit and mask was waiting for him.

FOURTY MINUTES LATER…

After Donovan properly showered, and freshened up, got dressed, and got their guns and other things, the crew headed out.

They'd dropped off an angry Pierce and headed to the bank, where everything was about to go down.

As Donovan pulled to a halt, he looked out of the window at Josh who stood by the building wearing a grey blazer, a white shirt and blue jeans. He had sunglasses on, probably to hide his identity, and his arms crossed. Seeing the car, he whipped his hair out of his face, and strolled over. He was entirely too full of himself.

Donovan rolled his eyes, and looked back at his friends, " I can believe we're rolling with this douche." he said, and Gat nodded in agreement.

" It's all Shaundi's fault." Gat said, and she crossed her arms.

" Whatever." Shaundi replied, looking out of the window at him, " The more authentic the movie, the better."

Donovan sighed, as Gat did about the same. Gat was more against the whole entertainment thing than he was, though he was on more Saint's merchandise than any of them. He claimed it was turning them into pussies. He even said that he wondered when the Saint's stopped being a gang.

Donny kind of wondered too.

The three Saints stepped out of the car, and Shaundi handed Birk a mascot helmet, while Birk gaped at her.

" Helllllo, there." Said Birk, he said, raising an eyebrow, " You want an autograph before we go into war?" he said low, and breathy, " We might not make it out." Shaundi didn't reply, and instead made a disgusted face as she walked ahead of them, barely waiting for the three guys.

" I'll just sign a picture of my face and give it to you later. Sound good?" he shouted after her, before jogging on.

Gat and Donovan shared a look. What the hell were they getting themselves into?

They were now in the hallway just in front of the bank foyer, a door was blocking them from sight. After Birk finished watching one of their Japanese commercials (He'd felt he needed to get in the zone), Gat gave him a pair of pistols to use, and gave him the duffel bag of equipment they needed to put over his back.

" Grand larceny's right up there." Said Gat, pointing to the door. He looked at Birk, " You ready for this?"

" No worries." Birk smirked, " I do my own stunts." he nodded arrogantly.

Shaundi scoffed, as she turned on her voice modifier on her neck. It was her idea for everyone to have one, but they were uncomfortable. " You're just a ride-a-long, man." said Shaundi, sounding a bit more manly with the modifier. " So don't get all Hong Kong style in there." she said seriously.

Birk put a hand to his chest, " I am a Method actor. If I'm gonna play a Saint with any degree of emotional truth….." he paused dramatically, and turned his modifier on, "I gotta make it real."

Shaundi lulled her head back and groaned. Donovan and Gat looked at her with a look that said, " I told ya so."

Donovan reloaded his gun, put his modifier and helmet on and said, " Trust me, Birk, I'll be real."

Birk's mouth dropped open, " You guys are robbing a bank dressed as yourselves?" he said shock. In truth, it wouldn't make any sense to do so. But they wanted the publicity. Plus, who else would have the nerve to rob a bank with no assurance that they wouldn't give up.

Regardless, the crew, like they did every month, paid off the police so it was guaranteed they wouldn't be arrested.

Gat, with his helmet and modifier already on said, " Hell yeah, who doesn't wanna be Johnny Gat." he chuckled, cocking his gun.

Birk smiled and slowly put his helmet on, " Post modernism. I love it." he said with a jerk of his head.

They walked into the bank. It was red and black, spacious and expensive looking. Ceiling to floor windows, covered the right wall, and along the other was a line of bank tellers behind the desk. Smack dab in the middle of the room was a circular desk, for security, next to the desk was a statue of what looked like a Spartan. The colors and things looked strangely familiar…

As they walked in, Donovan shot at the ceiling, " Alright people-!"

Donovan was cut off by the thump of Birk's feet ontop of the security desk, " NOBODY MOVES, NOBODY DIES!" he said, darkly. He sounded like a complete and total idiot.

" Birk!" Gat yelled at him.

Birk's demeanor went back to normal, and he looked at Gat, " Sorry, jumped his line. Can we go again?"

Ignoring him, Donovan sat up on the same desk. He waved his gun at the tellers, " Ya'll know the drill."

Gat laid a bag down a few feet from the tellers, and waited as they got in line to put the money in the bag. He waved them on as he did so.

A customer, who stood looking dumb founded raised his hand. Donovan looked at him and nodded. " Can..Can I get a picture?" he asked, and Donovan nodded. It was good to please to fans. He jumped off of the desk and walked over to the guy as the guy handed Shaundi his camera.

As Donovan neared him, Birk was busy yelling insults at the tellers. He ignored him briefly and took the picture.

"Say 'sleaze'." Said Shaundi as she snapped a pic. Despite the helmet, the flash got to him. And as he opened his eyes to clear the colored dots from his vision, that's when he saw the huge symbol on the wall in front of them.

He didn't even look back as the tellers whipped out guns and started shooting.

The symbol in front of him was a star. The same star he saw at Viola's apartment. He should've known. He couldn't tell by the colors, the expensiveness?

This bank? This bank belonged to The Morning Star.

" God-Fucking-Damnit."

VIOLA.

11:30 AM

Since Donovan left, Viola had remained at Loren's side. She'd wondered where Kiki was, but knew she was probably dealing with business. She was always busy.

Loren, wanting to take over what was going to happen to this hideout now that the Syndicate would take ownership, allowed Viola to leave, and she did. She took one of Morningstar's cars back to the Penthouse. After thinking about it, it was probably where her sister might be. Plus, she wasn't really in the mood to deal with anything financial. It would also take her mind off Donovan, who she'd been thinking about instead of paying attention to anything Loren was saying.

That would have to change. Those feelings weren't allowed.

She made it back to her Penthouse within the hour, half an hour at most. When she stepped out of the elevator, tons of their guys were busy carrying things. Broken glass, wood, furniture. She immediately knew that they were cleaning up after what'd happened earlier. But who'd organized it?

Just as the questioned entered her mind, it was answered. She could hear a low, angry, sultry voice coming from above her, and she knew exactly who it was.

Kiki.

She jogged upstairs to join her.

" What the hell do you mean it'll cost more?" Kiki asked. Viola found her talking, welll more like screaming at one of the male members. " I said I wanted the bullet-proof windows, and you didn't get them installed. That's why we're in this damn predicament!" she threw her hands up, exasperated. The member shrunk under her gaze. She couldn't blame him, Kiki was pretty intimidating when she wanted to be.

That's when Viola completely walked into the room," Why not just go to hell with it and move above Safeword?" Viola suggested.

" Yeah, that'll do—you." Kiki said, she apparently hadn't realized it was Viola till the last second.

" Uh, yeah, me." Viola said, and Kiki's eyes narrowed.

" You know this is your fault right?" Kiki asked.

Viola rolled her eyes, " It's my fault that they kidnapped me. " she scoffed, " That's logical."

Kiki paused, she obviously knew what Viola said made perfect sense, but Viola knew that her sister was entirely to stubborn to admit it. Just like she would've predicted, Kiki opened her mouth for a pointless rebuttle.

She looked Viola up and down but then blinked once or twice, as if she'd realized something. " Who's shit is that?" she asked.

Viola looked down at her self. Wow, she hadn't even realized. She still wore Donovan's clothing that he'd given her. She'd kind of dismissed it, and wasn't in a hurry to change.

" And why the fuck do you have it on?" Kiki raised both of her manicured brows, and scanned her sister once more. Her face scrunched up, showing her distaste.

Viola replied first by rolling her eyes, she suddenly didn't feel the need to answer her questions. It really wasn't any of her business. She turned on her heel and walked to the closet in order to find something else to wear. She quickly donned her usual attire.

" So it was a guy?"

Again, Viola shrugged. Not everyone needed to know all her business.

…

FOURTY-MINUTES LATER…

Viola had entered the Morningstar's office building. Again, she was pelted with questions by her staff, but the questions mostly referred to her safety. She could gladly say she was fine, thanks to Donovan.

She now sat in her office, supposedly taking care of bills and things, when in reality she was playing a game of solitaire. The bills could hold off one more day, couldn't they?

But not even solitaire could hold her interest it seemed. All thoughts always returned back to before. The thing that bothered her the most was the fact that she probably wasn't in his worries at all. She had met him at a club, and they had fucked within twenty minutes of meeting each other. Who was to say that he wasn't with someone else now?

Viola would need to have that outlook to. Donovan was an attractive man, just like Viola was an attractive woman. She could get just as many guys as Donovan could get girls, so just like he probably would, she needed to get out there.

As a matter of fact, she should go out with Kiki that night, get away from the thoughts of the blonde for the day at least.

Nodding her head in satisfaction, she reached for the phone. But it rang before she touched it. She jumped back in surprise, before calming herself and picking it up. She put it to her ear and said. " Viola DeWynter."

" M-Ms. DeWynter?" Said a male voice from across the line. They sounded afraid. Maybe it was their first time on the job.

" That's what I said…?" Viola replied. She sighed heavily, she didn't have time for this. " What is it?"

" We h-have a code red Ms. DeWynter…."

Viola waited for them to continue, but they didn't. " And…?"

" Someone has held up MidMorning bank." They finally said, " The police and swat have been sent in but there's been no arrest."

" No arrest?" Viola sighed. The police were ridiculous. If they hadn't gotten them yet, when was it going to happen? And if the SWAT team was there and there was no arrest, they were going to have a problem. This was why there were gangs to begin with. The police could never get anything done.

" No, not yet ma'am." the man replied.

" Do we have the camera feed?" Viola asked, she needed to see this shit for herself. Therefore when she gave the officers a piece of her mind, she had some fuel to add to her fire.

" Yes."

Another long pause. Viola groaned, " What fucking channel?"

" Channel 3."

" Thank you." She said. She put the phone back down, and reached for the remote that sat next to it. Across her room and in the corner was a sleek flat screen tv. On it was all the channels she'd ever need. Even for occasions such as this one.

She flipped the tv on, and changed to the channel told to her. She sat forward in her chair, to better see the screen in front of her. There it was. The SWAT team was flying in through the windows of the top floor while being shot at by three people in mascot uniforms.

It was obvious that the Saints were getting the upper hand. This was not okay.

She picked up the phone once more, and put it to her ear. " Operator." Said a femal voice over the line.

" Get me the police department."

" Yes, Ma'am. Hold one second, please."

" Whatever." There was a small quick, and elevator music quickly flowed through to her ear. It wasn't too bad to deal with, until it'd been well over a minute and she still hadn't spoken to an officer. As she waited, her eyes drifted back to the television in front of her.

The guys in the outfits were still shooting at the SWAT, still beating them out. Hell, it was like they had no prior training at all. Did they bring in new guys to handle this?

" Hello, Steelport police department." An officers low burly voice was over the line.

" Are you aware that my bank is being held up?" Voila said, her voice sharp. She sounded well pissed off. The officer coughed nervously. He knew who she was.

" Yes, Ms. DeWynter."

" So why aren't the criminals in your custody?" She asked, he went to reply but she didn't even let him answer. She was getting pissed off now. She looked on the screen and yet another five members were shot and killed. " How is it that three fuckers with guns have been killing waves of the fucking SWAT team?" She added loudly.

" Ms. We're trying the best we can."

" Well try harder!" She yelled, " Get some more people in there! Do your fucking job!"

" Yes, Ms. DeWynter." Was all the man could say before she slammed the phone down.

She walked around her desk and back over to the tv. Both hands rested on her hips as she looked up at the screen. They were now attaching some kind of contraption to the top of the vault. She realized that they were trying to remove it.

How could this happen? As much security as there was at that bank, and they couldn't kill three people? Who were they, some type of assassins?

She squinted to get a better look, but they were no one she'd seen before. They were obviously well established, judging by their attire. They were wearing all purple, a symbol adorned on their chests. It was a fleur…

Her eyes widened. She'd seen that shit before…on Donovan.

" Oh no."

DONOVAN

It would be okay. It'd allll be okay. Donovan and the crew just need to get the damn vault and bounce. Plus, who was to say Viola would even know it was them? He was wearing a mask for god's sake. And if they didn't get caught, it'd all be fine. All of it.

That's what Donovan kept telling himself as he stood atop the vault, shooting at the SWAT team members trying to kill him. He was freaking out of the inside, didn't know what to do. This whole thing was supposed to be like every other heist they'd ever done, but something was amiss here. First of all, there were way too many SWAT members for it to be natural, someone had sent reinforcements. Second, they were supposed to be done with this fifteen minutes ago. The tellers were simply supposed to let them pass, let them get to the vault and go without a fight.

All this? Something was wrong.

And Donovan knew it was simply because they'd decided to attack the wrong fucking bank. The bank that belong to the Morningstar. One of the biggest gangs in steelport. God he wished Shaundi told them. Maybe it wasn't her fault, maybe she didn't know, but god damnit he wished she told him. If she did they wouldn't be in this predicament.

He shouldn't have really cared what would happen. Being a Saint, you had to get used to this kind of thing, it was how it always was, how it always would be, but he couldn't help but think of Viola, and what she would say. He definitely, for sure, would never get to touch her again. It was her gang, her property he was fucking up. And she probably would kick his ass.

He shouldn't have cared, but he did.

All those thoughts were distracting him. But he was soon brought back into reality.

In the distance he saw a black spec. Slowly the spec grew and grew, until he realized it wasn't a spec. It was a fucking chopper. A chopper that was losing control.

" Oh, shit!" Donovan cursed. He pulled on the ropes he was hanging onto, trying to get the attention of the man controlling the chopper carrying the fault. " MOVE MOVE MOVE!" he screamed, but to no avail. The driver couldn't possibly hear him.

In a split second, the helicopter crashed into his own. Donovan lost the grip on the rope and slid off of the vault. He slid towards the building, and while that was happening his senses kicked into overdrive. 'Survive' it shouted at him, and that's was exactly what he was going to do.

A ledge caught his eye. He neared it and knew he had one chance. One chance or he was dead.

" One.." He was close.." Two.." Closer now…Almost there… " Three." He threw himself up, and caught the metal just in time.

He heaved himself up, and his arms gave way as he rolled onto the carpet of the bulding's floor. He closed his eyes for a split second, loving the fact that he just got away.

But, he celebrated to quickly.

When he opened his eyes, he was surrounded on all sides by men dressed in black, aiming guns at him.

" Ohhhh shit."

A/N: Hope you guys liked it, even though I'm a jerk and you've been waiting for ages. Haha.

Please leave a REVIEW because they're much appreciated, as are alerts. As a matter of fact, the only reason I updated today was because of a reminder. Someone alerted my story and I was like, " Damn, I really should get back to writing that Saints Row Story."

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-Taylor(: