Gta Michael Trevor Novels & Stories

Half assing police reports and ceasing to give a damn about anything or anyone aside from the instant gratification that came with losing himself in a cold bottle of whiskey after a long night. “...I know that’s not you, Chadwick. It fucked me up bad when I found out you’d been fired, but I can’t say I was surprised. You’d been heading down that dark road for a while, and trying to talk to you about it was like hoping I could find the ability to reverse time. Which I guess is true, but you and I both know we can’t change the past...” Michael’s tone broke a little, but with a gruff shake of his salt-and-pepper haired head, he managed to continue reading.

Crystal catcalled. I rolled my eyes and took a seat at my desk, my back to her. "What?" Crystal shouted at my back. "You haven't been on TMZ today?" I felt a cold dread wash over me. There was no way. "F*ck you, Crystal," I said, shooting her the bird. When I was sure she was busy, though, I did get online. Sure enough, there were pictures of Michael and me plastered all over every gossip rag in the city. "Michael Hightower Seen Out with Latina Lover."

Micheal said “Shit!! I’m on my way to Atlanta now” TBC

All Trevor cared about in life was getting a fix of the good stuff. Trevor had brought the heroin kit. It was an old cigar box with a hypodermic needle, a piece of rubber hose, cotton balls, a dull spoon, and a cigarette lighter inside. He had guessed incorrectly that heroin was the kind that Zeke had bought, not Quaaludes. He accepted this with his trademark nonchalance; he was a guy that always rolled with the punches. After they met up in the corner, Zeke got on board Trevor's old model Ford Fiesta. Trevor asked for one pill and hungrily dry-swallowed it.

The phone started ringing again so Pete accepted the call and pressed it to his ear. “Pete MacGregor,” said Pete, pulling his phone away from his ear to see what time it was, he saw it was only 0800. He rubbed his eyes to try to wake himself up. “Mr. MacGregor, this is Giles Tranter from GCHQ,” said a well spoken English voice. “I’m not sure if you remember me but we were both at the recent security meetings.” Hugh tried to remember Tranter but there were so many people there he couldn’t bring the man to mind.

He offered one to Michael, then held it out to me. “I’ll pass.” He paused, studying my face like he wanted to ask more, but he didn’t push it. Trevor appeared with drinks, and the evening drifted into lighter topics. Games. Classes. Dumb stories. Eventually, we moved upstairs to play. “Ha! Won again,” Jake said, lifting his controller triumphantly. “Beginners’ luck,” I muttered, shoving his shoulder. He laughed. “Sore loser. Michael, you’re next.” I handed over the controller and stood. “I’ll be back.”

***ZANE'S POV*** "Michael is a son of bitch!" I grit out slamming my fist against the hard table. He was slowly destroying me and unless I could get my hands on him, he would do worse. "We need a plan," Sinner says flexing his fingers, the bones crackling in uniform. Micah has taken down my men transporting my drugs to a discrete location. I hadn't told many people, but he knew more than enough that when you deal with coke, your life can't really be that private.

Louis and Trey escorted me out of the office. “So what are we going to do guys? We all know Michael doesn’t have good history with any of his exes, they all hate him! How are we going to pay our debts?” Trey asked hopelessly, I could hear the hopelessly in his voice. Somehow it was funny to me.