Grand Theft Auto 5 Los Santos Novels & Stories

"We are in a cease-fire zone. But we cannot stay here. He will find a way to manipulate the traffic. A blown tire. A sleeping driver." Cale pulled Elion away from the road's edge. "We need a vehicle," Cale decided. "But we cannot hitchhike. We are invisible to them." "Then we steal one." Elion said it before he thought it. The words tasted metallic. Cale looked at him. Surprise registered on his face—a flicker of the old Cale. "Grand Theft Auto," Cale said. "A felony." "Survivors don't care about felonies." Elion pointed up the road. About a quarter-mile ahead, there was a gravel turnout. A scenic overlook. A single car was parked there—a dusty blue pickup truck. The driver was nowhere in si

He stood in front of Santiago, waiting for him to hand over the keys. Santiago slowly stood there with his head slightly tilted to one side. "What if I refuse?" "If you don't give it to me, then I'll have to steal it." Zorion raised his hand to grab Santiago. Santiago's figure was strong and vigorous. He turned around and evaded the attack. The two of them landed on the empty ground and assumed a stance. Santiago's brows furrowed. "What are you doing?" "I'm not doing anything. I just like your car. I won't hit you if you give me the car. If I have no choice, then I'll have to hit you."

Fabio made his way toward Santos, who was now frantically trying to understand what was happening. Santos’ eyes widened as he spotted Fabio advancing through the chaos. “You!” he shouted, his voice dripping with anger and surprise. “You dare betray me?” Fabio’s expression was cold, his resolve unshakable. “It’s over, Santos. Your reign of terror ends tonight.” Santos drew his gun, but Fabio was faster. He fired a precise shot, hitting Santos in the shoulder. The cartel boss staggered, but his defiance was evident as he tried to raise his weapon again.

What in the hell just happened? Evie gives me a ride home since it is still raining out. She follows me up to my apartment. She looks around, I already know what she is thinking. Yes, it’s small, but it is only me so I don’t need anything big. I am still in shock over what happened earlier. Why in the hell would a famous rock star want plain old me? He literally can have any woman he wants. None of this makes sense.

»»»»»◈«««««« Breaking Joey Santoro proved to be a challenge. The bastard attempted to break his own neck before Lorenzo intervened, securing him to the wall like a board. With Santoro immobilized, we implemented a rotation system to extract information about the stolen money from him. The bastard had pilfered from us and squirreled away the funds in an offshore account. After my turn of torturing out the information from him, I returned to my apartment, relishing in the lingering scent of blood that clung to my skin like a perverse perfume. Entering the shower, I let the hot water cascade over me and scrubbed viciously, the water turning crimson as it washed away the evidence of my brutality