NOTE: The first half of this chapter is taking off of the first mission in Saints Row The Third. There are SPOILERS, if you haven't played the third game, be warned.

CAN'T LET GO

"My name is Phillipe Lorren. I'm chairman of a multi-national organization called the Syndicate." Lorren looked at the three captured Saints tied to chairs infont of him.

"Never heard of it," said Shaundi.

"Evidently not, or you would have not have robbed our bank," said Lorren. "Perhaps you are wondering why you are still breathing at this point."

"Actually, I wonder why my foot's not up your ass at this point," said Johnny.

"Like or not Mr. Gat, our organization is expanding into Stillwater. I'm giving you the chance to leverage your assets against your lives.," said Lorren.

"Listen you French Fuck," said The Boss in an angry tone.

" Please, I am Belgian." said Lorren.

"Then make yourself a fucking waffle, we're done here." said Johnny.

"And I had so hoped to come to a rational business arrangement." said Lorren as he motioned to one of his henchman. Obeying, the henchman walked over to Johnny and put a gun to his head. Though the chairs were bolted to the floor, Johnny used all of his strength to lift his up and ram his body into the henchman's torso. After pulling his hands free, he began beating the shit out of the henchman landing hard punches to his face. Once the henchman was unconscious, Johnny turned his attention to Lorren.

Lorren pulled out a knife and stabbed Johnny in the gut. This didn't phaze him. Johnny grabbed Lorren and rammed his head through the plane window causing the cabin pressure to change drastically. After taking out a few more henchman, Johnny pulled the knife out of his body and used it to free his friends as six more henchman burst into the room.

"Boss, you gotta bail!," yelled Johnny.

"No, not without you!," yelled The Boss over the gunfire. The three Saints took cover behind a desk.

"It's just a half a dozen guys, I can take 'em.," said Johnny.

"What about the plane?," asked Shaundi concerned.

"I'll fly it back to Stillwater," Johnny seemed pretty confident in this words.

"Johnny, you can't even drive stick. How the hell are you going to fly a plane?," asked Shaundi.

"Details details, you cover the Boss. I got this," said Johnny grabbing a gun. He stood up and began shooting at the henchman.

The Boss turned to Shaundi.

"I'm not leaving him," said Shaundi. She gave The Boss a stern look. The Boss nodded.

"Me neither," said The Boss. "C'mon, we have to hurry."

He vaulted over the desk and quickly grabbed a fallen henchmen's gun. He tossed it over to Shaundi and she began peppering enemies with bullets. Johnny got attacked from behind and was in a choke hold. The Boss pulled him off, wrapped his arm around the henchman's neck, and squeezed hard until he heard the bone crushing sound of a neck breaking.

"Johnny, c'mon. This plane is going down. We need to move." said The Boss. Johnny nodded in agreement before elbowing another henchman in the nose.

"Boss, I'm out of ammo! We have to go!," yelled Shaundi as she threw down the SMG. All three turned to leave as one more henchman entered the room. Lifting his gun he began firing off bullets. The Saints kept running to the plane's cargo bay as bullets flew by.

"Boss!," Shaundi screamed in pain. The Boss turned to see her gripping her side as blood poured through her fingers.

"Don't worry, I got you," he said as he picked her up in his arms. An explosion roared behind him and the last henchman was engulfed in flames. The Boss kept running until he reached the cargo bay to see Johnny with two parachute packs.

"There's only two parachutes left!," yelled Johnny over the roar of the plane.

"That's fine!," said the Boss. He looked down and noticed that Shaundi's body had gone limp. He gently layed her down on the floor and it was then that he noticed all the blood on his clothes. He looked down at Shaundi and saw the extent of her wounds. She caught six bullets in the back when fleeing Lorren's office.

"Shaundi?!," The Boss screamed. She didn't respond.

"Shaundi, look at me!," he screamed again as he shook her hoping to wake her up. "Shaundi, come on!"

"Boss... she's gone.," said Johnny with regret.

"NO!," The Boss screamed and continued to shake Shaundi's limp body. "Shaundi! SHAUNDI!"

Another explosion roared behind them.

"Boss! We have to go!," Johnny motioned for him to take the parachute. The Boss slowly reached a bloody hand out to grab it as an explosion, much bigger than the last, pushed them out of the plane.

The Boss gasped as he awoke in a cold sweat. He struggled to breath as he sat up in bed bringing his knees up to rest his arms. His head was pounding and he could hear his hearbeat in his ears. Why did he let Pierce talk him into throwing a party the day before a press conference? He looked around his dark room and then at the clock.

2:30 a.m.

"Shit.," he mumbled under his breath. He felt the body next to him move and a feminine hand come up to caress his arm.

"What's wrong?," the woman asked. The Boss turned to look at her. He didn't remember her. He furrowed his brow as he studied her face in the dark.

"Shaundi?" he asked still a bit dissoriented.

"Shaundi?," she chuckled. "You really like calling me that don't you?"

The Boss quickly turned to flick on the lamp next to him and turned to look at the strange woman again. It wasn't Shaundi. He didn't understand the disappointment he felt.

"I have to be honest," the woman continued talking. " I'm a little jealous of her."

"Of who?," asked The Boss. He turned and hung his feet off the side of the bed placing his back to the woman.

"Shaundi, you called me by her name several times last night.," said the woman. "Who is she? An ex girlfriend?"

"She's nobody." he said. He quickly stood up and put on his boxers. " I think you should leave."

"Are you sure you don't want to have another go, Mr. President?" the woman asked in a sultry manner.

The Boss clenched his teeth.

"Get the FUCK out of here!," he yelled as he furiously tore the sheet off the bed revealing the woman's naked body. She didn't know what to do. The sound of his voice scared her. She sat frozen stiff on the bed fighting the urge to cry.

The Boss could see that he hurt her feelings, but he didn't care. He grabbed a bathrobe off the chair next to him and tossed it to her.

"Cover yourself up.," he said before storming into the bathroom and slamming the door behind him.

"Why?" he asked himself as he looked in the mirror. "Why can't you forget her?"

His face was red and his jaw was tight. His blue eyes were bloodshot and looked as though he'd been crying. He was angry. Angry at Lorren. Angry at himself. Angry at the woman in his bed. The woman didn't do anything wrong and he knew that. She looked like Shaundi, they all looked like Shaundi. Every woman he'd been with in the last five years resembled her and he didn't understand why. They were never together. He'd never had feelings for her when she was alive. He didn't understand why he couldn't forget her. She occupied his every thought.

He looked at himself in the mirror again. A tear dripped down his cheek.

"AAAHHH!," he yelled as he took his fist and slammed it into the mirror shattering it. Shards of glass stuck in his hand, but he didn't care. The pain made him feel tough.

The sound of a door closing echoed in the bedroom. The Boss opened the bathroom door and peeked inside. The woman was gone.