Gta Michael Trevor Novels & Stories

Captain Guevarra is his name, according to the metal plate on his shirt. "Yeah, unless she crawls up." Trevano is an older cop with a round tummy and a short stature. Instead of laughing at his insensitive joke, I lifted the shovel in my hand and pushed it into him so hard that he collapsed on the ground. Santi and Guevarra pushed me away, causing me to stumble in the mud. And when I glanced beside me, I gasped in remorse and fear as I saw Maddy, still struggling to stay awake and wrapped in plastic.

He had to do something to motivate his best friend. "Remember Bagdad 2018?" Pedro nodded, gripping the steering wheel as though his life defended on it, knuckles whitening. It was Michael's first field mission. He and Zephyr teamed up to track down a reckless arms dealer- Bolt. The mission was not as simple as the drill. He was a hard man to find, 'bolting' from one location to another. It didn't take Michael a genius to decipher the origin behind his alias. Bolt's movements were unpredictable, giving them a hard time.

But why was Ashley worried about being left behind while I travelled? Whatever her reason was, I still needed to tell her who Kelly is and also find out what Kelly was doing at the restaurant and who had given her access. I reached for my phone on the pile of papers and punched in Michael's phone number in the keypad. Michael was not only a petroleum engineer, but he was also an expert when it comes to tracking and extracting private information for people. He was more of a tech whiz than I am and has contacts from all over the world from high profiled people who used his services. He called it his side hustle. No wonder he wasn't interested in running a jewellery company.

I said, handing Mickey back his phone. I rubbed my face, completely in shock. Maxim just got more and more stupid didn’t he? A grin made its way across my face, and I felt something lift off my chest. I let out a hard breath. “What’s up, you look a bit pale,” Mickey asked. “Maxim knew we used Trevor, what he didn’t know is that Trevor is fiercely fucking loyal … to ME. I did something for him a few years back when he was really at a low place. Helped him turn shit around, gave him a 100k to start his business and wouldn’t let him pay it back,” I said, getting to my feet.

Had being at Moon Tides led him to realise I was nobody’s fool? “Quick,” I said. “Organise someone to follow them. It may lead us to Trevor and my brother.” “No need to be hasty.” I recognised those deep tones. And, when I glanced over my shoulder, I saw Ernest’s son, Michael. He was holding a gun. “What are you doing here?” I hissed. “Long time no see.” He grinned. “Nice outfit.” “Are you going to be disloyal, like your father?” His face changed. The white-blond hair which had never suited one with such dark eyes was secured in a ponytail. Removing the tie he threw it at me.

She was quiet most of the trip as Mario gave an account of everything he had planned to get them up and running. "Now that Michael is no more, I'm sure we will rebuild our army bigger and stronger. Because I think he was a big distraction in your life. That's why you could not see the raid coming." Mario spoke out with an evil smirk on his face. He was glad he shot Michael. And he saw it was unnecessary to tell comare Chris that he was a policeman undercover in her cartel and he caused the little setback. They get to a house in the nearest town in Mexico City. Nickolas and the comare's boys were there ready to welcome them as they had arrived earlier in Mexico.

Travis Maybe this was a bad idea hosting the game while Kaylee and her friends used the pool , I wish I didn't notice that a particular girl barley legal has on a thong bikini I also don't like the way the guys are looking at her ,or how I am looking at her as she laughs with a boy I don't recognise is he her boyfriend?. "I don't remember high school girls looking like that while i was in high school " Michael unlike Carter he's divorced and has sworn off woman after his Ex wife took half of everything he ever worked for.

“Missed you. I’m glad you’re home and I won’t let Trevor kill Greta. I’ll make certain he treats her with kid gloves while you’re resting up.” Trevor snorted. Tires crunched and a big white Dodge Dually crept up the driveway. It wasn’t a vehicle Chassie recognized until she saw the big winch sticking out of the front. She muttered, “Shit,” under her breath. “Who is it?” Edgard asked. “Colt McKay,” Trevor answered. “What the hell is he doin’ here?” “I hope it’s not more bad news about Cam.”

Perfect cover for her fabricated grief, with just enough reality to make it believable. Tessa glanced around the bar, checking to see who might be listening. The place was busy but not crowded, with the usual mix of bikers, dealers, and hangers-on conducting business in hushed tones. "Michael got involved with people he shouldn't have. Started asking questions, making waves. In this life, that's a good way to end up dead." "What kind of questions?"