Gta Michael Trevor Novels & Stories

**ANTONY SANTOS**. Now I'm feeling useless. Agent Michael is out there looking over the phone to see if there's anything to recover, the fucker is priding himself with the fact that Tracy choose him over me and practically everyone else, her father is well available to keep her company while old me is seating here and mopping around. Maybe Michael will have something for me to do once he returns. He's been gone for over ten minutes which could be a good sign.

My heart pounded as I stared at Mikey. "You!" I cried. Trev took the opportunity while I had Mikey distracted to land a solid punch to his jaw knocking him out cold. The man hit the ground with an almost satisfying thud. I turned to Trev with a victorious smile. "What the fuck, Vie?" Trev said as he shoved the man off him and stood up. "You could have shot me!" "What? I shot at the window, Trev," I cried, defensively as I pointed to the shattered window. "Was that really necessary? Put that god damn gun down!" he demanded angrily.

Once Michael finally had enough, Trey’s body was covered in bruises, and he had lost two teeth. “From now on, you’re no longer deputy leader. Just a regular member!” Michael left angrily after those parting words. Trey lay on the ground, watching Michael retreating; his face was filled with anger and hatred! *** After that, Michael found Spencer, the master that Colton had sent to assist him. “Uncle Spencer, that Rockefeller kid is with the Fairy Doctor. They slept together, and they’re constantly together. There’s no chance to do anything! Is there any way to separate them and catch him once he’s alone? I don’t want to wait for a second more.”

His uniform was pristine and covered in stripes and medals made of gold. “You have made a fatal mistake, beast” the heavily accented man spoke. It was the same voice from the speaker box. This is the man in charge. Micha didn’t respond, just growled. Another man marched in through the door, wearing black combat pants and a long sleeve shirt, with a black vest on over the top. My stomach dropped and my mouth lost all moisture. I know him. He once called himself my Uncle Trevor. Though he was younger and had a few less wrinkles. He still wore the same devilish smirk.

It was also becoming hard to keep our relationship from Mike, so we decided to just be friends. Then three years ago our lives were changed forever. Catherine was in a car accident with her parents on the way to the airport. She was pulled from the car by a man named Trevor Woods, but her parents were not so lucky. They were both killed, and poor Catherine was traumatized. Little did we know that her parent’s death was no accident and that we were about to go through hell and back. While Catherine was in the hospital, Mike was approached by a man named Seth. He informed Mike that his father, James Scott, was the leader of a gang in Chicago, and that with his death Mike was now to be the one

Tony said, though somewhat skeptically. "It's simple: we strike where it hurts most," Michael explained. "You mean taking his family hostage? From what I know, he doesn't have anyone close." Tony frowned. Michael gave a sinister smile. "What you don't know, Mr. Madden Senior, is that he's Jayrodale's most notorious gold-digger. Before Lauren, he was living off Christina, the ice queen of Stevens Corporation. Just grab Christina, force the Stevens family to bring him out, and the problem is solved."

"Trevor, this is wrong. I watched Micah grow up. I can't do this to him." "Don't you want the money that could save your son's life? It would be such a shame if he died so young." "All right... I agree. But won't Mr. and Mrs. Pruitt become suspicious?" "Don't worry about those two fools. They believe anything I tell them. I've framed him hundreds of times over the years, and it has never failed." Trevor panicked and ripped the microphone cable from the stage.

Michael was silent choosing to observe. " Like I was hit by a flipping truck", She muttered dryly with her voice slightly hoarse. I passed her a cup of water which she drank from eagerly. " The man who took me was not Joe, he wore a mask to look like him and Terry called him JT", She explained, her eyes were brimming with informations to spill like she didn't just wake up after fainting two days ago. Michael and I nodded in agreement, JT ( Jason Trevor) was one of Terry's trusted dogs. And we found that out even before we went to rescue her.

In short, he looked like a train ran him over. "Ohh, Sophie. It's you." Trevor said as he downed his drink all in a go. "Trevor, is everything alright? You look like a mess." She said as she looked at the mess in his office. "Someone is trying to fuck with me. My company is at a loss presently." He's on the verge of losing the shares he managed to steal from McKenna. He stole those shares from her after he drugged her drink and made her put her signature on the documents.

I replied, "I'm sorry about your brother. -Thank you. Ryan had some problems with drugs and alcohol. My family and I knew that one day it would kill him. We just didn't think it would be that fast. -I get it. Trevor sat down on the grass under the shade of a huge, leafy tree. Dante, Trisha, and Piper all sat down as well. They were talking about something. "I'm Maicol, by the way. -Of course. I am... "Margareth, I know." He smiled at me. Maicol and I approached the others. I sat Indian style next to Trevor while he opened the thermos. He brought ice and cans of beer. How had I not imagined it before?