Alright guys, this is a first attempt at a GTA Story. It will cover GTA V and GTA Online.

By the way, despite the first part, this is not a lemon, this is an actual story and the first few paragraphs are necessary to establish the main character.

"YES, YES, YESSS, HARDER, HARDER YOU HORRIBLE BITCH, HARDER!"

The man currently bound to a spanking bench continued yelling more meaningless dirty talk, surely believing that he was playing the part of tantalizing sub to utter perfection.

There were days where Aliza truly, truly, loved her job, days where she couldn't imagine doing anything else with her life.

"I'VE BEEN BAD, BEAT ME, BEAT ME LIKE THE BAD BOY I AM."

This was not one of those days.

Aliza picked up the pace, spanking the man harder with her riding crop. She had to wonder what the man's constituents would think if they saw him now.

It's always the ones who scream about family values and a return to the Fifties that love to be tied up and called bad little boys, Aliza mused, repressive childhoods maybe?

"OH, YOU EVIL BITCH, JUST LET ME CUM!"

Oh gag me with a spoon, Aliza thought. Politicians always feel like they have to pander to their audience, even when their audience doesn't really care what they're saying.

"OOOHHHH, YESSSSSS, YOU HORRIBLE, WONDERFULL BITCH." The man finally screamed, going limp on the bench.

Finally! Aliza thought, thanking whatever deity above that the leather hood covering the man's face kept him from seeing how relieved she was that the session was nearly over. BDSM is an complex, interesting, multi-faceted lifestyle, but I suppose every stereotype has to have some basis in fact. The thought almost made her laugh.

Aliza went through the basic routine for ending his session, meaningless dirty talk demeaning him, untying the senator, making him crawl behind the Asian privacy screen to get dressed, him bringing up the latest actions of the subcommittee he chaired to try and maintain his dignity, her making him show his collar to her to remind him of her dominance, him hiding it under a scarf, before she finally escorted him out of her apartment.

Aliza went back and locked the door to her play room, then went into her office and flopped on the couch. She was tempted to just unzip the front of her PVC bodysuit, take off her high heeled boots, and spend the evening on her polar bear rug in front of the fireplace, hot chocolate in one hand, her tablet in the other.

"Come on girl, just one more to go" Aliza said shaking herself out of her reveries. She got up off of the couch and sat down in the high backed leather office chair behind her massive mahogany desk. Aliza had gone for a traditional style in her office in contrast to the modern style in the rest of her apartment. She opened up her laptop and entered the date into her address book. She found the appointment she was looking for and skimmed over it.

November 12, 2010, Nicholas Tahirovic, a first time client, paid in cash like many of her clients. The last name sounded Bosnian. Yes, he could speak English, which was good; her Bosnian was a fair bit rusty. Nothing really outstanding about him, oh, what was this? His listed professions were Crisis Management Consultant, Risk Control Specialist, and Security Operative, that was an interesting combination. An interesting combination that lead her to look him up in a few places a bit more 'specialized' than Google. Oh… well this was a delightful surprise. She closed her laptop, this should prove to be quite an intriguing client.

His appointment was still an hour away. Good, that would give her enough time to clean up and get changed. Aliza stood up and went to start getting ready. As she moved through her bedroom she unzipped her bodysuit, folded it, and placed it in a hamper designated 'PVC only'. Then she unzipped her boots and placed them on her shoe rack. Then she stepped into her bathroom, it was spacious, with a Jacuzzi tub and a large walk-in shower. She stepped across the marble tiles, enjoying the warmth from the heated floors. A few quick taps on the touch screen next to her shower and John Coltrane began to play softly from speakers hidden throughout the room.

She stepped into the shower and cranked the knobs. Warm water cascaded upon her from the shower head as four nozzles hit with steady jets of water. Aliza let out a long, contented sigh as she was enveloped by warm watery bliss. Dear god she loved her shower.

Fifteen minutes later she emerged from her bathroom, tossing a fluffy white towel into an appropriately labeled hamper. Her makeup removed, replaced by a fresher, more professional selection. Her long black hair pulled back into a high ponytail. She strode nude to her walk-in closet where she began going through outfits to wear. Matching black lingerie, she immediately dropped any notion of wearing any of her fetish gear. Every client was different, and not all of them were there to satisfy a fetish for female domination and humiliation like the senator. Next she did away with the idea of jeans and a tight tee shirt, some clients were put at ease by a casual appearance and informal demeanor, but others preferred a more professional approach.

Finally she settled on a white dress shirt with a short black pencil skirt and a black jacket, something professional looking that could easily transition to something more casual by slipping off the jacket. Next she picked pair of black 3 inch heels with red accents. She decided against stockings, that way she could simply kick off her heels if she wanted to be casual.

By the time that Aliza was finished, it was almost time for her new client's appointment. Just as she was walking out of her bedroom, her doorbell rang signaling the man's approach. Aliza went to her door and pressed the button on the panel next to the door. The screen on the panel flared to life, showing her mudroom from the camera's perspective. Standing in the entryway was a tall, well-built, Eastern European man who looked to be in his early thirties. He matched the photo that she had required he email her. She paused, taking one last second to compose herself and make sure she was projecting the right image. Then she opened the door.

"May I help you?"

"Are you Aliza Brennan?" The man spoke clear, if slightly accented English. He had brown hair cut military short and a scruffy looking five o' clock shadow. He was dressed in an expensive looking black suit. Seemed a bit loosely cut for such an otherwise well tailored garment.

"Yes, and you are?" Aliza smiled, he was obviously uncomfortable, a casual approach, definitely.

"I, uh, I have an appointment. I'm Nicholas Tahirovic." Nicholas rubbed the back of his head nervously.

"Ah, yes, please, come right in." She stepped away from the door and motioned for him to enter.

"Come on, we'll talk in my study." Aliza added a little extra sway in her step, enjoying how Nicholas tried to hide the fact that he was staring at her ass. She hung her jacket on the coat rack as she entered her office. Seating herself on the edge of her desk, Aliza crossed her legs at the ankles. Just enough to give him a small peek at the black lace panties under her skirt without making it too obvious.

"I've got to say, you are not what I was expecting." Nicholas blushed as he found his own seat on the red leather couch.

"Oh and what were you expecting Nick, may I call you Nick?" Aliza kept her face friendly to contrast her suggestive posture.

"Niko actually, I just was expecting you to be…." Aliza giggled demurely at Niko's awkwardness, it was truly adorable.

"Less Israeli?" Her amusement said that it was a question that she answered on a regular basis.

"Pardon me, I meant no offense" Niko's apology seemed sincere, a bit of a rarity for Aliza to see.

"No, I understand, it's the name that throws people off. Aliza Brennan, it makes you picture red hair and freckles, not olive skin and black hair."

"It isn't a name that makes one think of Judaism or Israel" Niko admitted.

"Well, it helps that I'm not a practicing Jew. I was born on a cargo ship off the coast of Florida, the ship was raided by the Coast Guard and they found a lot of people who had no good reason to be there. No one copped to being my family and they had no way of identifying me. Since I was technically born in U.S. waters, I was a de facto American citizen. I was lucky enough to be adopted almost immediately, raised by a nice Irish Catholic family. And if you want to know the real dirty details between then and now, you're going to have to schedule a few more sessions. Care for a drink hon?" Aliza slipped off of the desk and strode over to her liquor cabinet.

"No, no thank you." does he not drink, Aliza wondered as she poured herself a snifter of brandy. Things like that were important for her to learn early on.

"So now that you know about me, tell me about you." She brought the glass up to her nose and sniffed the drink. Of course, it was all for his benefit, she knew everything about every bottle of liquor she owned. The little demonstration was all part of the show, displaying her appreciation for top shelf liquor made her look sophisticated. She'd gone with the brandy because it was a strong masculine drink, stronger than wine, but not too masculine like whiskey, and vodka would have been too obvious.

"There's really not all that much to tell." Yep, have to tease it out of him. Aliza sat on the couch opposite to Niko. She leaned on the armrest, kicked off her heels, and drew her legs up onto the couch. Time to kick up the aggression a bit, the beginning of a coy smile formed on her lips.

"How about you tell me about your time in the special forces?" That got his attention, he turned to her, surprise morphing into suspicion. A quick sip, an innocent glance, the devil was in the details when it came to the game, and she loved to play.

"And where would you get an idea like that?" His eyes betrayed his suspicion, but his face stayed neutral. Another sip of brandy, he wasn't too horrible at the game, himself.

"You told me. It's in the way you walk, every move calculated and decisive, a soldier's gait. The way you sat down when you came in, door within your vision, far enough away from me that you could see a knife coming a mile away, close enough that you could tackle me if I seemed to be about to pull a gun. You scream special ops honey, the Bosnian Conflicts?" The coy smile played across her face in full force now.

"Great, you're like Kiki and Michelle rolled into one, a fed and a lawyer analyzing me at the same time, fuck." Niko rolled his eyes and threw back his head, he was deflecting the question, confirming what she'd said, Aliza almost felt sorry for him.

Wait Kiki, lawyer, damn that has to be Kiki Jenkins, she thought. Kiki was one of her more interesting clients. She called at random hours, she was way more interested in Aliza's life than any of her other client. Then there was the fact that half of the time Kiki wanted nothing more than for Aliza to hold her, stroke her hair, and whisper that everything was alright while she sobbed into Aliza's shoulder. The other half of the time, Kiki wanted to be tied up and put through hardcore sadomasochistic BDSM while Aliza insulted her, Kiki's favorites names to be called during those times seemed be 'dirty little whore' and 'pathetic lesbian slut'. Being reminded of Kiki almost took the coy pleasure out of Aliza's eyes; she was still trying to help the poor girl push through all of the obvious repression.

Focus girl, Aliza thought, almost imperceptibly shaking her head and forcing herself to get her focus back on the task at hand.

"It also helps that you're strapped like a walking armory, pistol in an ankle holster, a knife in a sheath strapped under your left arm, another pistol in a shoulder holster, and a sub-machine gun in you're jacket. Two spare clips are hidden in your jacket. Did I miss anything?" That caught him off guard, time to move in for the kill, she licked her lips.

"The assault rifle in my car's backseat, the shotgun, rocket launcher, and sniper rifle hidden in my trunk, and five fragmentation grenades sitting in my glove box" he said, his eyes gauging her with a new interest.

"Now that all the pretenses have been dropped, you can tell me what you're hiding and why you're really here." The interest had increased and the suspicion was back in her eyes.

"And what makes you think I'm not here for what all your other clients come here for?"

"I can usually read what my clients want within the first five minutes of meeting them. If people want sex, they usually get straight to it and tell me what they want. If they want romance, an escort, or a companion, then they ask me to meet them somewhere other than my place. If they want a therapist or if they just don't know what they want, then we start talking and try and work things out. If a client comes with as many guns as you have, it means that they are expecting trouble, or they're going to try and hurt me, in which case I have to hurt them." Showing a few more teeth turned her smile from coy to predatory.

"Your're an interesting woman" deflection again, but she wasn't going to fall for it.

"And you're an interesting man, I know you're a former Serbian special forces operator. I know Nicholas Tahirovic is a fake name, no one who would go to the trouble of anglicizing their name would use a shortened version of their original name. Considering how well armed you are, you're most likely a criminal. Their fairly well hidden, so I'm going to guess that you're a fairly experienced criminal. So going by how few former Serbian criminals with backgrounds in special operations there are in LC, I'm going to assume you're Niko Bellic." An arched eyebrow to punctuate the end of her little diatribe, she was being flashy and she knew it.

"You're telling me that you get all of that from the way I look?" his accent becomes thicker when he's flustered, good to know. She threw back her head and downed the rest of her brandy.

"It's easy enough if you learn to read the details" and have access to a number of highly classified databases, she added mentally.

"Well, I suppose there's no point in bullshit anymore, is there?"

"Not really, so tell me why you're really here?" Aliza folded her legs up to sit Indian style, she propped her elbows up on her knees and rested her chin on her fists. Now that all of the pretenses were being dropped, a more relaxed and less provocative position was better suited for moving forward.

"I'm here about one of you're clients. Do you mind if I smoke?"

"I guessed as much, and go ahead, just use the ashtray. Did one of my clients put out a contract on me?" She pushed the ashtray across the coffee table toward Niko.

"Thank you, no, the contract is on one of your clients." Niko pulled a cigar out of his jacket and lit it.

"Which one" Her client list included high level politicians, police officers, military officials, corporate executives, and, yes, members of organized crime. Any one of whom would have a number of people willing to pay top dollar to see them killed. She accepted all kinds as long as they paid well and followed the rules she outlined in the contract that all of her clients had to sign

"Thomas Vercetti, the v-" She cut him off.

"The former Vice City drug lord, he expanded his operations into Liberty City and downsized his Vice City operation when heroin became more popular than coke. He's got a diversified business ranging from high quality counterfeiting to porn, he's asked me to be in the latter more than once. A polite, but firm, no is always my response. He's transitioning his main business to meth, heroin, and designer pharmaceuticals."

"I was not expecting you to know quite so much about the man, but then again I wasn't expecting you to know quite so much about me." Niko tapped some of the ash off of his cigar, into the ashtray.

"I'm his confidante, there's a confidentiality clause in the contract that all of my clients have to sign, he doesn't tell my secrets, I don't tell his. Plus the fact that I'm classified as a therapist means that I can't be compelled to testify against him due to doctor-patient privilege. I'm assuming based on what I've heard of you that he won't live long enough to care about me telling you this, correct?" What brand does he smoke, and where does he get them she wondered. Ah well, she thought, as Freud said, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.

"I can see why you charge so much, but yes you are correct. I intend to kill him and a newly appointed triad boss that he is meeting with, Huang Lee." Nonchalance about killing people, another check on the list of reasons why this person is a possible threat one part of her brain told her. The rest of her brain's response was along the lines of, shh, this is getting interesting.

"Three thousand an hour and I'm worth every penny of it, so I assume I factor into this plan somehow. You were planning on threatening me or tricking me into killing him or giving you an opening." Yeah, let's see how that works out for you.

"That sums up the plan fairly well, yes. His office is a safe room, once I try to storm the place, Lee will go for the helicopter on the roof to escape, Vercetti will retreat into his safe room-" again she cut him off.

"And once he's in the safe room, you can't get at him. So you need me to kill him for you." Apprehension in his face, he thinks that his plan has crashed and now it's just burning on the ground, boy is he in for a surprise.

"That… is a good summation, yes. I can take Lee out even if he get's to the helicopter, but once Vercetti's in the saferoom, he'll seal himself in until backup arrives. Whether he lives or dies, I have to be out of there by the time his backup security teams get there, before they can sweep in and corner me." He's like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, she thought, it's adorable.

"So, how much is the contract for, and who put the contract out on him?" And we've reached the point where he's starting to question what his options are. He'd told her too much to just walk away, he obviously didn't want to kill her, so now he's 'how can I deal with this woman'.

"And why would you want to know that?" And once again his curiosity is piqued, good, she thought.

"For the same reason that I want to know your plan for killing them, maybe so I can tell the police everything the second you leave." Niko's hand twitched, the professional in him was most likely telling him to kill her, and the other parts of him were probably trying to smother that part, good. Her smile didn't change, but even she couldn't keep the predatory gleam out of her eye.

"Or maybe because I'm interested."

"The payout is fifty million in United States currency, split even between everyone involved. If you agree, then it adds up to ten million a piece." Now it was her turn to look incredulous, fifty million wasn't unheard of for a hit, but… damn it didn't happen often and you had to piss a lot of powerful people off to get one on your head.

"Who're the clients?" No bounty that big came from a single person, it was always a government or some consortium.

"There are quite a few, most of them want Vercetti's blood. Out of the entire payout, only a few million is for Lee. For Vercetti, the French government has an under-the-table bounty offered on him, same goes for the IAA, the Bolivians, and the Civilization Committee. The remainder of the Forelli family is offering a few million, same goes for a number of other criminal groups. Your client has made a great many people very angry." Aliza nodded as she mentally connected all of the people mentioned to the stories Tommy had told her.

"So" Niko leaned in towards her, "are you in?"

Aliza paused for a moment. She had a good life in Liberty, and she knew it, and a hit like this would definitely require her to get out of town afterwards. She wasn't rich, but she definitely made more than enough to live comfortably. She made three grand an hour for basic sessions and usually got in about four or five sessions a day, in total she cleared about seventy two to ninety thousand a week. She had powerful friends in the top echelons of the city, she'd established herself as a fixture on the LC party circuit. Her client list included everyone from senators to debutantes like Jill Von Crastenburg.

You hate half of your clients, a part of her argued.

Yeah, but I love the other half, another part of her countered.

All in all, she lived well, she had a successful business, her love life was currently empty but she could have anyone she wanted, and… and….

And she was bored out of her mind, things had gotten too boring in Liberty City, too rote. She was tired of dealing with rich people whining about ruby breast implants. She was of having to deal with so many boring clients like the senator she had dealt with that morning or Chloe Parker who just wanted someone to complain to about her yacht and her employees. She was tired of doing the same things day in and day out, she needed a change. Yes… the more she thought about it the more a fresh start somewhere else seemed like just what she needed.

Finally she came to her decision.

"Fine, I'm in" finally, a smile of relief out of the somber Serbian assassin, she thought with amusement.

They spent the next few hours discussing the plan, making sure everything was understood clearly, working out any possible kinks, and working through half a bottle of brandy.

Finally, with the entirety of the plan completely worked out, she escorted him out of her apartment. The second the door was closed she let out a long sigh of relief; she could drop her facades and relax. The first thing she did was go into her bedroom and slip out of her clothes. Once she was completely naked, she grabbed her tablet and lay on her polar bear rug. A swipe of a finger on her tablet and the gas fireplace lit up. She began making arrangements. The first thing that she had to decide was where she was going to go. She began flipping through web pages, checking out possible destinations.

Vice city, no, it can't be that, that's Tommy's old stomping ground.

Los Venturas, maybe, running off to a den of vice and sin seems like it might be fun, but its cliché and the competition for her business is a lot steeper there than most places.

San Fierro's nice, but it's too boring, not enough excitement for her taste.

Nowhere in the Midwest, if she was moving, she wanted to move to a place where over sixty percent of what she wore everyday consisted of bikinis or nothing at all.

Nowhere in the Deep South or the Bible belt, for so very many obvious reasons.

She could go back to Israel, if she wanted excitement then that was where she'd find it, but no… not… not right now at least, maybe in a few more years.

Wait… didn't she have one contact in Los Santos. Yeah, Lamar Davis, he was one of her clients from when she was doing cam work. He still followed her on Lifeinvader. Los Santos, hmmm… yes, that could work. Fun and sun, days on the beach wearing a bikini, nights with beautiful San Andreas girls between her legs wearing nothing at all.

Yes, that would work perfectly. First, she typed up an email to Lamar, she would need someone to show her around and introduce her to a few people to get started. Next, she hired a moving company to ship her stuff to LS. She didn't have a place in LS yet, so she just rented out a storage space. Then she set up a reservation at a comfortable, but not well known, hotel to last until she found a place. Finally she arranged for first class plane tickets on the seven o'clock flight to Los Santos the next evening.

And that was that, she had arranged a fresh start for herself in a new city in less than an hour and a half.

A blip on her tablet told her that she had a message from Kiki, she wanted to come over and she was willing to pay the extra cost for the surprise appointment. From the wording of message, Aliza could tell that it was going to be a serious BDSM session.

A smile crossed her face, if tonight was going to be her last night in Liberty City, she might as well make it a fun one. She messaged Kiki back, telling her to forget the fee, just that her mistress demanded that she be at Aliza's front door within the next hour, on her hands and knees, wearing nothing but her collar.

Aliza stood up, with a smile on her face and a mischievous twinkle in her eye, and went to get ready for Kiki.

Now was the time to enjoy herself, because tomorrow, everything was going to change.

….

"Good afternoon ma'am, may I take your bag."

Aliza stepped out of her, soon to be former, apartment building. The man standing before her was the picture perfect example of what a chauffer was supposed to look like, right down to the black billed caps and military shined shoes.

"Nice to see you Tom, no, I'll keep it with me. I've only got one appointment tonight. I need to be at the airport by seven though." I'm going to miss him, she thought. Tom worked for the high end car service that she contracted. He was a consummate professional who always did as he was told, never asked any questions, and fulfilled even her strangest requests without so much as a blink.

"Of course ma'am, may I say that you look ravishing as always." He always said that, though even she had to admit that he was right. A sleeveless, strapless, painted-on black dress that ended just below her thighs, a pair of black elbow length black satin gloves, black and red six inch heels, no underwear of course, and diamond necklace just above the neckline, a bit of make up for her eyes, a light shade of red for her lips, her hair done in a stylish up-do, and a diamond tiara to top the outfit off.

"Thank you Tom, I'm going for a slutty Audrey Hepburn look, what do you think? Did I pull it off?" She slipped into the limo through the door that Tom was holding open. Her bag went on the seat next to her and the other two items she had with her went on the floor in front of her.

"Add in a cigarette holder and you'd be a perfect match Miss Brennan." Tom closed the door behind her and a few minutes later they were enjoying all of the glory of Liberty City's three o' clock traffic.

"Ma'am, are you going on a trip or will we be picking someone up?" Only the necessary questions of course, Aliza thought as she settled back into the soft leather seat, enjoying the snug feeling of her dress around her shoulders.

"I'm going out of town for a while, I paid out the rest of the contract I have with your company, so don't worry about that."

"Of course ma'am, the thought never even crossed my mind." Liar, she giggled, I'd put money down that the contract was the first thought to enter his head.

Aliza looked down at the two items sitting on the floor of the car, one was a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue Label, and the other was a small ice tote. She spent the rest of the twenty minute ride with her eyes closed, in a kind of meditative state, a habit she had formed a few years ago.

Finally, they arrived at the luxury apartment high-rise that served as Tommy Vercetti's main base of operations. He owned the building, but he reserved the top two floors for himself and his associates. He also maintained exclusive use of the helipad on the roof.

Tom opened the door and Aliza stepped out of the car, liquor and ice tote in hand. Time to get into character, she thought, licking her lips. She strode forward, swaying her hips, shoulders back to emphasize her breasts. The doorman greeted her with a tip of his hat and opened the door for her. Her heels clicked on the marble floor as she sashayed to the elevator. She enjoyed the stares she got, no one said anything though, they all knew her and who she was here to see.

She stepped into the elevator; she didn't say anything to the operator, he knew which floor she was going to. A few minutes of classical muzak later, she stepped out into Tommy's apartment.

He'd remodeled the place extensively, adding a spiral staircase to connect the two floors, and changing the overall style of the place to suit his tastes.

"Miss Brennan, the men are in the conference room." Vercetti's butler escorted her to the meeting. Tommy's conference room was less of a meeting room and more of a lounge. All dark reds and browns, couches and arm chairs around a large coffee table, pictures of Vercetti's past to impress people, and the obligatory wet bar of course.

"Miss Brennan to see you sir" the butler left immediately after introducing her, he knew where he wasn't supposed to be.

Hmm, most of it was what she had expected, a few Vercetti soldiers in the room standing around Tommy, a few of what she assumed to be Triad soldiers standing around the other man, who she assumed was Lee.

"Tommy!" She squealed, setting the ice and the liquor on the bar. Aliza strolled across the room before leaping into Tommy's lap.

"Liza, nice to see you too" Tommy wrapped his arms around her and she gave him a peck on the cheek. They both knew that the exuberant PDA was just a show for the others in the room. After all, it would be unbecoming for a Mafioso to be paying a whore as much as he was just to have someone to talk to.

"I thought you were more of a professional Vercetti, I like my whores as much as the next guy, but I tend to check them at the door when it's time to talk business." Asian, late twenties, cocky and disrespectful, yep this guy is definitely Lee.

"A little respect Lee, this girl is the closest thing to a consigliere I have. She already knows all of my dirty secrets; why not add some of yours?" There was that edge in his voice, just barely hinting at the steel in him that had aided in his rise to power. Aliza personally preferred women, but she had to admit, she found that part a little sexy.

"Besides, I come bearing gifts." Aliza let go of Tommy and stood, immediately moving towards the wet bar. She grabbed three glasses and opened the ice tote.

"I know how Tommy takes his, How do you take yours… Lee, was it?" Questioning, but ditzy, tone, he would be paranoid most likely. However, her edge came in the fact that Tommy knew she was intelligent, Huang didn't.

"Yes, and on the rocks." Ha, I should be charging more since I'm killing this guy too.

"Thanks gorgeous" Tommy took the drink, and she handed another to Lee.

"To whatever shady deal you two just worked out." A giggle, a smirk like she was in on some big secret, she raised her glass and the men followed suit. Then she downed hers and once again, the men followed suit. Tommy drank his like she knew he would, drinking it all in one gulp, including the ice. Huang, on the other hand, only drank a bit of his.

"You have to respect a woman who takes her scotch neat." And that's when they began to hear the gunshots.

This was of course followed by an armed man sprinting into the room.

"Mr. Vercetti, sir, we're under attack. Two guys are coming up the northwest stairwell."

"So send some guys to deal with them, do I have to do everything myself?" Tommy was on his feet, now, and boy was pissed.

"We did, but these guys wiped 'em out. We sent twelve guys to take them out and these guys dropped all of 'em like they were nothing." A scared expression, a little gasp of terror, Aliza had to hide the fact that on the inside, she was smiling.

"Mr. Vercetti, thank you for your hospitality, but I think it's time for me to go. We'll talk soon." Lee stood, Tommy nodded, and Lee headed for the spiral staircase, his bodyguards in tow.

"Mr. Vercetti, sir, we should get you and Miss Brennan into the safe room." The source of this sage advice was one of the guards who had been in the room for the deal.

Tommy seethed for a moment, he obviously wanted to go after them himself, then he looked at Aliza and saw the fear on her face. Just like she thought, her fear would give him to justify taking shelter in the safe room to himself.

"Come on Liza, let's wait these assholes out, grab the scotch, might as well drink while we wait." Tommy went for his office, gesturing for Aliza to follow. She grabbed the bottle and did as she was told.

Tommy's office was comfortably decorated; it was similar in tone to the conference room outside, dark and masculine with lots of photos and souvenirs on the walls, and once again the obligatory wet bar. Tommy was slumped in the chair behind the desk.

"If I was just ten years younger, I would have those jackasses in body bags by now." Tommy was staring at an old pistol sitting on his desk.

"I know Tommy, you okay?" The irony of that question should be gagging me. She set the bottle on Tommy's desk and began to work her fingers into his shoulders.

"Yeah, yeah Liza, I'm fine. Just one of those days that I fuckin' miss 1986" his shoulders were freaking tense, she dug into them with the skill of an expert masseuse. He really needs to see a chiropractor about his back, once again, she thought, she should be gagging on the irony of what was going through her head.

"That is a really unhealthy way to think." He's been so depressed since he had his hip replaced, she shook her head. Tommy may have aged well physically, but he was not taking the idea of getting old well.

"Twenty five years ago, beating a dozen dumb fucks to death with a golf club was a light day for me, now look… ugh… look… what the hell is wrong with me?" Ahh, there it is, the ice cubes have melted. Letting go of Tommy's shoulders, Aliza stepped back and went to gather her things.

"Liza… Liza… That bastard, Lee… He must have slipped me a mickey…" He was losing conciousness, she gave him another minute or two maybe before he was out. After that, the convulsions would start; he would be dead within ten minutes. The poison she'd used was a derivative of cyanide, slightly altered to make it harder to detect, it was one of the mementos she'd kept from the old days.

Time to clean up, she dumped the ice down the wet bar sink and washed it down with hot water. Then she rinsed out the ice tote and refilled it halfway with ice from the bar's mini fridge. With that, all of the evidence of her involvement had been eliminated. Lastly, she took a small cell phone from where it had been taped to her upper thigh. It was a cheap little disposable camera phone. She snapped a quick picture of Tommy's corpse and sent it to the number Niko provided, then she tape the phone back into place.

She heard shouting; the backup that Niko talked about had arrived. Time to get back into character, she panted to give herself an out of breath shocked look. A few tears to smear her mascara, a few slight adjustments to her clothes to give her disheveled look. She looked at herself in a mirror hanging on the wall, perfect she was the very picture of distress.

Satisfied, she shrieked at the top of her lungs. A minute later three men armed with MP5s burst into the room. Aliza threw herself at the leading man and began sobbing into his chest.

"He just…. Huuh… I mean… huuuh…. Agggh." When the man wrapped his arms around her and gestured for his partners to check the body, she knew that they had bought her act hook line and sinker.

"Shit man, Tommy's dead, looks like he was poisoned."

"Fuck, we have to clean this place up before the cops get here. Mario, take some guys and get all of the shit we can't let the cops see together, put it in one of the vans, and take it out the back. Andrea, take Miss Brennan, get her out of here. I'll get Tommy's files and clear out any about our unofficial businesses." He passed her to one of the other men, who grabbed her by the shoulders and led her out of the room. As they passed through each room, Aliza grasped just how effective Niko was. Bullets riddled the walls and furniture; she counted at least six corpses per room.

Andrea escorted her down to the lobby and out to where Tom was waiting with the limo. Tom, of course, simply opened the door and helped Aliza in without question before taking his place in the driver's seat and pulling off into Liberty City traffic.

Once in the car and away from the building, Aliza immediately composed herself. She cleaned off her now smeared makeup, replacing it with only a fresh coat of lip gloss. The dress and accessories went off next, Aliza caught Tom stealing glances of her in the rearview mirror, she didn't begrudge him that. After all, if her naked form was enough to crack even Tom's implacable visage of professionalism, she had to be irresistible. Besides, changing was by no means the craziest thing she had done in this car.

A text appeared on her phone, it contained two sixteen digit numbers. Aliza's grin went from ear to ear, mission accomplished. She replaced her Audrey Hepburn look with a pair of designer jeans, a v-neck tee shirt, a baggy sweatshirt, and a pair of tennis shoes out of the bag she had left in the car. The dress and accessories went into the bag. Properly attired, she thought about a celebratory drink from the car's mini bar. Not until the job is done, the professional in her said. She contented herself with a bottle of VEEN water.

Thirty minutes later, the car pulled to a stop in front of Francis international airport. One last thing before I go, she thought as she grabbed her bag.

"Ms. Brennan" Tom held open the limo door for her.

"Thank you Tom, do me a favor, will you?" She was really hoping he would accept, it wasn't crucial, but the alternative was far more unpleasant.

"Of course Ms. Brennan"

"Take this; it's the number for an account in the Cayman Islands. The account contains one million U.S. dollars. Wait a month and a half before you withdraw the money, don't make any conspicuous purchases for at least another year." She kept her voice barely above a whisper. She clasped his hand as if in a handshake, passing him the slip of paper.

"This isn't my first rodeo ma'am; I know how to handle blood money." Well… that's surprising. Aliza had been prepared for a lot of possible answers, but definitely not that.

"Thank you for everything Tom"

"Of course ma'am" with that, he closed the car door behind her and started for the driver's seat.

Aliza turned and headed for the terminal doors, she didn't look back.

Two hours later, Aliza was sipping champagne in the first class cabin as the 747 carried her off to her new life.

This wasn't read by anyone except me, so I apologize if this is sub par, if anyone wants to volunteer as a beta reader, I could certainly use some fresh eyes.

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