Saints Row 2 Johnny Gat Novels & Stories

Time seemed to slow. Johnny moved like lightning, crossing the room in three strides. He tackled Gia before she could swing the bottom at him, the bottle flying from her hand and shattering against the wall. She struggled and thrashed like a wild animal and they both crashed into the side table, lamp toppling with a bang. Johnny tackled her and hit a spot on her neck which made her fall unconscious instantly. Charlotte’s fingers fumbled with the phone and her vision became even worse “I'm calling the polic…!” but before she could finish talking, Johnny eloped her in a tight hug that almost took her breath away.

Every now and again you'll see Johnny and Sully picking up trash along the roadways due to community service being served out, but that is about the worst of the punishment that they ever receive and that's only to ease the minds of the town folks to see some sort of discipline carried out. Just as Luke turns around to take a look at who Sammy was pointing at, he sees Jimmy and Steve getting into an argument with the Beard's... Which is really not all that uncommon when they're all drinking. "You cheating bastard!" shouts Steve while aiming his words at Johnny angrily "What the hell you talkin' bout? It was a clean damn shot!" Johnny shouts back at Steve, accompanied by a strong southern acc

Maxton's POV. “Fuck!” Johnny spat out, stomping his feet on the floor. “You should have let me knock his teeth out,” he growled at me. “What good is that gonna be?” I asked, my shoulders slouched inwards. “Speak for yourself.” He waved his hands and his nostrils flared up. “If I had had a chance to knock his teeth out, the security wouldn't have dared to speak bad on my name.” We walked to our car as Johnny continued mumbling in anger. We stopped at where I parked my car roughly and I heaved a heavy sigh, my eyes fixed at Johnny.

“You did drink too much at the fake reception – now you’re even forgetting conversations about the fake wedding.” “Maybe he really is planning to use the gay marriage excuse.” I looked back at the closed door to Connor’s room. “You two-timing bigamist,” I joked. “No – a bi… gamist,” Johnny offered, pronouncing it ‘bye’ instead of ‘bih.’ “Oh God, that was bad,” I groaned. Johnny didn’t get a chance to respond, because Sebastian suddenly appeared around the corner, only twenty feet away. His face was strained, and he kept looking around like he was afraid of being busted for a crime.

And now, here they were. “Shit.” “Johnny. Watch your mouth.” She glanced over her shoulder into the backseat. “What’s wrong?” The old Gameboy she’d bought for him at a thrift store in Clifton Heights warbled. Arcs of light from the tiny screen played across Johnny’s forehead, accentuating the angles of his nose and cheeks, flaring in the hollows under his eyes. “Only two lives left. Thing’s fuckin’ hard.” She faced forward and squinted at the rain-blurred road. “Don’t swear, honey. It’s crude.”

Her only way out now is death. Johnny and I are still prospecting. After the beat down I received from my twin, my dad came and spoke to me. Well, I say spoke. He yelled at me. He chewed my ass out and spat some nasty shit at me, and I took it because I deserved it for what I have done. So here I am manning the main gate in the rain whilst Johnny is in the bar, all warm and dry. But I won’t whine like a self entitled little bitch. I will stand here for as long as I am told too.

Vivian, on the other hand, was growing increasingly nervous about the whole situation, and Harley gave him her new phone numbers, Suddenly, Johnny caught sight of a familiar face in the distance. "Well well well, if it isn't my old pal, Officer Jenkins," he exclaimed, with a sly grin creeping across his face. Officer Jenkins, a stern-looking man with a reputation for being tough, approached reluctantly. "Johnny, we meet again. What brings you back to this neck of the woods?" he asked, suspicion evident in his voice. Johnny flicked his cigarette away, meeting Officer Jenkins eye to eye. "Just passing through, my friend. Gotta keep things interesting, you know"

I want to be closer to him. "Are you okay?" Saint asked as I just smiled. "Yuck! PDA!" Gavin complained. "Fuck you, Gavin!" "That's bad Saint. You can't fuck me, I'm not gay bro." Gavin seems to tease Saint but stoned in position when Saint threw him his fireball. "Shut the fuck up Gavin or I'll burn you to hell!" "Fine! Fine! Sorry." Gavin nodded. "Who the fuck are they by the way? This is not your house Gavin!" Saint shouted.

Johnny replied me firmly. "Who the hell are you?." I asked as different unlikely thoughts filled my mind. "You won't even believe me if I told you?." Johnny answered trying to maintain sudden calm. Well my instincts have observed that this fella doesn't exactly do well with patience. "Try me..." I said casually. There was a certain tension in the atmosphere as I awaited his answer. "My real name is Johnny Sterling, Charles Sterling's bastard son from his mistress Elaine Jackie Briggs." He finally stated, his voice was void of any emotion.