Grand Theft Auto 5 Bury The Hatchet Novels & Stories

Late that night, the mansion was completely silent. I avoided the cameras and slipped into Govind's study. Half a month of acting obedient had finally lowered his guard. He didn't lock the door anymore. I turned on his computer. Password protected. My fingers paused over the keyboard before I typed in Yvette's birthday. Unlocked. A mocking smile pulled at my lips. I shoved the feeling down and kept searching. Finally, buried in a hidden folder, I found it. A record of a $500,000 overseas transfer from Govind to the driver who hit me.

dies with her, I thought, his slurs, my mother’s absence, Justin’s betrayal my fuel. I slipped into the clinic’s lot at dusk, hoodie blending with shadows, Derek beside me. Kayla’s rental SUV roared down Greenwich Avenue, Justin at the wheel, her silhouette beside him. My heart raced as the vehicle lurched, tires screeching, veering into a roadside oak. Metal crumpled, glass exploded, a thunderclap of chaos. Blood glinted on asphalt, Kayla’s scream piercing, Justin’s groans faint. “Brakes weren’t enough,” I muttered, eyes on the wreckage, crimson smears vivid in the frost. Derek smirked. “Device’ll finish it.” But a shadow moved across the lot—a figure, face hidden in the haze, clutching a g