Authors Note: This chapter starts at the mission Hood Safari. Also, I reference a 'Lady M' its Marilyn Monroe in GTA I'm assuming, seeing as that it was the name of a tattoo that looked like her.

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"Sometimes I wanna slap you in your whole face. There's no one quite like you, you push all my buttons down. I know life would suck without you."

-True Love by P!nk

Chapter 1

Eliza woke up to dual wet, sloppy, and loving kisses all over her face. Her gray eyes slowly opened, letting her see two little doggies eagerly staring into her face. They were both smooth, miniature dachshunds, the male was Max and Belle was the lady. Max was a deep brown rust color and Belle was black with a tan belly, feet, and jawline. Both cuties gave her plenty of kisses til she finally sat up and stretched. Eliza picked up her phone to check the time, 9:07 am. These dogs ran like clock work, Eliza vaguely wondered if having kids was this easy. She laughed softly to herself, probably not.

The woman threw her short brown hair into a haphazard bun and threw a light pink robe over her black sports bra and athletic shorts that severed as her pajamas the previous night. She'd been so tired after running the dogs last night, she'd passed out. She walked in slow, sleepy foot falls as she left her black and white schemed bedroom.

The home in Vinewood Hills was more simplistic than most. It was one floor, with 2 bed rooms and the kitchen and dining room conjoined to the living room with a half-wall. The house was small but it was warm and inviting, it was home.

She walked to the sliding glass door that was at the back of the living room and let Belle and Max out for their morning duty. She leaned against the door, watching her puppies and enjoying yet another beautiful day in Los Santos. God, she loved this place, so much nicer than Liberty City.

Eliza was still relatively new to Los Santos, only living there under a year, but she did alright out here. She'd even managed to lose her atrocious accent but it still slipped out every now and then when she was pissed off or super fucking smashed. The brunette lived a double life out here, bookstore employee by day and illegal gunman for hire by night. Well, not always night but sometimes it felt that way.

It as Sunday, therefore Eliza had the day off from her legitimate job and had time to make plans with some friends. Sadly though, she didn't really have many friends. In her 27 years spent on this earth, Eliza had never quite grasped the concept of making friends. She pulled her iFruit phone out of the pocket of her robe and glaceed through her contacts.

Al Moretti

Bitch

Franklin Clinton

Lamar Davis

Lester Crest

Lindsae Richardson

Micheal De Santa

She clicked on Franklin and sent him a text to chill. Eliza hadn't seen him since the jewel heist she'd helped him, Micheal, and the rest of the team pull off a while back. She'd been the second gunman, she was cheap and they easily afforded her to come along with them. Her stats were up to par, if not better than some of the people on the west coast but she was an outsider over here, Eliza stilled needed to make a name for herself.

The petite woman headed to the bathroom. It was nothing special, quite very siple like the rest of her humble abode. Just a toilet, a sink, and a shower-bathtub hybrid. The walls were a soft cyan, the rest of the things room was mostly white, completed with silver colored handles, knobs, and facets. Two mirrors adorned the room, one full length on the back of the door and one above her sink. She started the shower and jumped behind the white and translucent plastic chevron patterned curtain.

She got out and wrapped herself in a towel and blow dried her hair. Her light brown hair fell lifeless, straight, and flat to her mid-neck. Eliza wished her hair was a full set of bouncy curls, she'd look like Miss M if her hair was like that and she dyed it blonde. The woman sighed a little to herself as she applied makeup, tons of cover up and foundation to cover up an indiscretions on her face, blush so she didn't look too fake from the mass amount of concealer, around her gray eyes, black eyeliner and smokey eyes. God, make up was wonderful. It gave Eliza such a confidence boost.

She then took off her towel and examined herself in the mirror. Same as yesterday. No physical change yet. She was short but her shape was very womanly, she hated it. It made clothes shopping nearly impossible, since everything was made for tall, twigs shaped girls. The woman sighed and she squeezed the small layer of flab over her stomach. She then flexed her abs ad punched herself in the belly. Hard. She could feel the muscle underneath, it would show soon, she told herself. Plus the dogs would keep her in shape with all the running she did after and with them.

Eliza glance at the toilet, briefly thinking of purging, just a little. Just enough. She quickly asserted self control and slammed the door as she exited the psychological torture chamber. Today the bad thoughts weren't going to win, she was strong. Now, Eliza was old enough and mart enough to know it was unhealthy to do such a thing, just like it was unhealthy to starve yourself. But, this was something she had been struggling with since high school. It would never fully go away.

A generic ringing sounded and Eliza checked her phone, it was a text from Franklin.

Sure, we can chill homie.

I was just heading home to rest and relax

but luckily I miss your sorry ass.

Eliza texted him that she just had to finishing getting ready and she'd be there soon. The brunette entered her black and white schemed bedroom. The room was adorned with pretty fleur de lis patterns on her bedspread and stark white walls like a hospital, the only thing on them was a wall decal of the city just above the headboard of her bed and a small wall mouth TV across of her bed for easy viewing pleasure. The only other decorations in the bedroom were three bookshelves, mostly fantasy, science fiction, and even some super natural romances. Reality was boring after all.

The gray eyed woman opened her opaque black curtains, letting the sunlight in while she dressed. Eliza found herself a pair of white shorts, pairing it with a red camisole that had white polka-dots on it. Over that she wore a black cropped leather jacket and some black heeled ankle high boots to match. She glanced over herself, satisfied with the outfit and headed to her garage.

She bid Belle and Max goodbye before completely left the house and climbed into her matte black Elegy and headed towards Franklin's house. The car was fast and handled well, it wouldn't take long at all to reach his house in her car, especially with her driving skills. She drove like a maniac. The first and only time she gave Franklin a lift home, he'd nearly thrown up from her terrible driving. After Eliza stopped the car, he had begun questioning her on how the hell she go her license. She was from Liberty City, she had reminded him, they were awful drivers.

Eliza arrived to see that Franklin had apparently been ambushed by his aunt, once again, upon returning home, there was an argument unfolding in the front yard. Eliza parked her car across the street, it was loud enough for her to hear from there. She eavesdropped from the car, not wanting to interfere, even though she hated that cunt Denise and wouldn't mind punching her in the face. Luckily, The feeling was mutual between them so Eliza didn't have to deal with false pleasantries with that god awful woman.

"I'm gonna call the police!" Denise shouted

"For what?" Franklin replied, confused but mostly irradiated by his aunt.

"Disloyalty, boy!" God, she was annoying.

"Disloyalty? What is you talking about?"

Lamar then stepped out of the house and Eliza got out of her car. She wasn't about to let two people gang up on Franklin, even if the other was Lamar. One of the things that pissed Eliza off the most was a group of people attacking someone verbally or physically. It could be one of the worst feelings in the world to be torn down with words, no matter how tough your skin was, it hurt inside. She knew from experience.

"Don't act like you don't know what it is hombolio." Lamar began saying as he walked towards Franklin pulling Chop along with him. "You ain't been to the set, ain't came to none the meetings."

Denise made an agreeable sound with a Lamar's statement. "Hanging out with an old man," Denise then caught sight of Eliza walking up to the house. "And that bitch." she sneered.

"Excuse me?" Eliza asked Denise. She also gave Lamar an agitated look, the two of them had been really close once. Hell, he'd been the one to help her get settled in Los Santos in the first place. They'd been friends over the internet for years but lately, things were different. She'd always thought of him as her brother but he didn't seem to be thinking of her as his little sister. He liked her. Awkward.

"You heard me bitch. Get the fuck out of my yard!"

"It's my yard too and I say she can stay."

"See! That's the kind of shit me and Lamar are talking about. Ignoring your homies, acting all superior. Your Momma would turn over in her grave boy!"

Franklin looked down right offended. "So, you're lecturing me about not being a good enough gang banger?"

"Man, gangs is positive."

"Shut the fuck up, Lamar." Eliza told him, he closed his mouth "Be serious for once."

"You going to let her walk all over him like that? Oh, you know you've always been like that boy. I say left, you say right! I say become a doctor, you say become a patient!" Denise began to start going off on one of her dramatic tirades. Eliza rolled her eyes. Fucking stupid dramatic old bitch.

"I say-" she stopped mid sentence. That was a shock and a blessing all in one. "Who is that?"

"Hello Missy," called a voice that made Eliza's skin crawl. "Wow, Franklin, you never told me that you had a sister."