Gta Michael Trevor Novels & Stories

Gerald snarled. "That's harsh. But whatever, get me the girl and keep your whore. And I will take care of Ansel Adams," Michael declared. "Now get the fuck out of my house before people realize I'm friends with a low-life scum like you," he said. Gerald flipped Michael the bird and left his house. That asshole inherited his daddy's money, and now he thinks he is some kind of big shot. If it wasn't for him, he wouldn't have enough supplies to operate his trafficking empire. Stupid bastard. He was nothing without Gerald.

“Fine.” “Care to tell me just what’s going on here?” I asked in a hushed tone as the three of us walked to the doors. “I don’t want to be mayor,” Trevor explained in a thick, aggravated tone. “I didn’t come back to Moon Valley for any other reason than to get my old job back. I was the chief of police, and I did a fine job. So, I want my position back, but this charlatan is telling me I can’t have it.”

But, even though I now lived in a better part of town, I never forgot, because I grew up there. "Shit!!!" Michael exclaimed when a police siren suddenly went off behind us. He didn't stop. He sped up. "Michael, what are you doing?" I asked slowly, as if speaking to a child. "Just pull over. You’re just making’ it worse." But even as I said it, I knew Michael Trouble wasn’t having it. And the fact he was driving a fully tinted, pitch-black Escalade just made the cops more suspicious. "I can't," he muttered, making a screeching turn onto another street.

I tossed the sweat-drenched wraps onto the bench beside me and wiped my face with a towel as the bruises started to heal. The air outside the training ground was cooler, and I walked back to the pack house. My thoughts were all over the place and I was waiting for the new information I was supposed to get about Michael’s death. Something wasn’t adding up, and I needed answers and it made me touchy and angry. I barely made it past the gate before Maurice’s voice called out from behind. “Travis!” he said, his tone too serious for the morning. I turned. He was walking fast, a thick file in his hand and I knew exactly what he wanted to say.

I'm already in a state where I don't care anymore if somebody caught us here. "You'll gonna miss it, mate," Michael said to me again and I just nod at him because I wasn't thinking straight anymore. "Ye-yes, I'm gonna miss it, Michael. Please, don't stop." I responded to him and I'm not sure but I think I just heard Michael laughing softly in triumph as if he was so happy that I finally fell to his seductions.

However, as soon as his gaze landed on me, he frowned. "What are you still doing here?" He asked the same question, walking in my direction. I swallowed my breath, shaking my head. "I will not do anything to–" I was cut off when Trevor grabbed my wrist tightly and started pulling me toward the door. His touch froze me, and my body yielded to his control. But I did not want to leave. "Trevor, what are you doing?" Kevin said from behind. Without looking at him, Trevor replied, "You don't know what she did. She was the one who helped Michael to drug you. I will teach her a lesson today."

Towards the evening of the same day Sophie is in her room video chatting with the mafia twins from United States, but before that she has already checked up on his businesses over there, contacted her managers and sorted out things. "We really miss you from here Angel" grumbled Travis from the other side looking as sexy as always, shirtless with his chest exposed, turning anything possible on, same with Michael but he was more composed and tough as always staring straight at Sophie's eyes, his sharp and intimidating eyes made Sophie to shiver from looking at it "How is over there?" asked Michael with his baritone voice soft and intimidating at the same time.

He leaned towards his chair and said to him. " Do you know me? I am Trevor Mikhail, I trust you've heard about the Mikhail cartel in Russia" he threatened and Derek looked up ar him as realization hit him that he was part of a deadly cartel and immediately, fear crept through him. " Now you will speak because the person you are trying so hard to cover up for won't even blink her eyes for you" Trevor said.

“Yeah, thanks. I get that a lot. “ “You take care too, Trent. “ He heard the guy saying something else after, but he was already closing the door behind himself. “Trent, “ Michael muttered and shook his head on his way out of the hotel. He never gave his real name to anyone, and from all the years using fake names and identities he was beginning to forget what his real name sounded like. But Trent- that was painfully generic and he decided he should come up with something more exciting next time. Michael went out in the busy street in Chinatown and looked up at the grey sky. He put his dark sunglasses on and plunged into the pool of people, flowing around him like a river.

"Purchased with cash, no digital trail." Michael arrived minutes later, looking like a man who'd aged a decade in hours. His eyes were red, his hands shaking. "I can't involve the police," he repeated, a plea and a warning. "Why?" I demanded. The story came out in fragments. Michael's past wasn't clean. Years ago, before Sophie, before his attempts at redemption, he'd been involved with some dangerous people. Gambling debts. Money laundering. Small-time stuff that never quite went away. "These people," he said, his voice breaking, "they know things. About me. About my past."