Story Of Grand Theft Auto Novels & Stories

Andre smirked. "I'm the King of video games, Grand theft auto. I will beat you in a second." Leo said removing his blazer, he always hated the uniform. He removed it any chance he got, throwing his blazer and tie in the back seat of his father's Audi r9. "We will see about that, bud." Andre muttered in a mischievous tone. - "I hate you, Garreth McCarthy." Jeanine muttered in distress as she continued dialing his number which went straight to voice mail.

I didn't look back. The parking lot was small, enclosed by a chain-link fence. There were a few nondescript sedans and, blessedly, two motorcycles parked near the gate. One of them—a beat-up Yamaha—had keys dangling in the ignition. Thank you, Noah, for the crash course in grand theft auto. I swung my leg over the seat, my hands shaking so badly I fumbled the ignition twice. Finally, the engine roared to life. I kicked the stand up and peeled out of the lot just as the back door of the building flew open.

Anthony strolled to my direction, we were at the parking lot and everyone eyes were on us. Little Background story. Richards father used to work for my father, my father had issues with his father and it led to this huge fight and this bastard decided to inherit the enemy thing. We use to be best friends. He knew everything about the GWM. He even drew the design for one of our best sellers. When he pulled out he started his own race car company and started creating fake GWM just so People could buy it and complain. And the worse part of him? he's in the Mafia, does drugs, trafficking and so many other shits I don't even want to talk about.