A/N: Inspired by chapter 9 of My Boss, Trevor Philips by J4ck-0-L4tn3rn, please read that first.

"I'm about ready to lose my damn mind with how hot it is out here, how do you tolerate it?" Johnny says, Carly laughing a bit.

"I don't… I just try to stay as cool as possible." Carly says, thankful that her hair was now shoulder length and not reaching the middle of her back like last week. It was at the two were about to cross the street that they jumped back as Trevor's truck barreled in their direction, Johnny protectively staying in front of the small violet eyed girl.

"Watch your fucking driving, Trevor!" Johnny says angrily, the man in the driver's seat of the Bodhi becoming infuriated but the passenger tugged at Trevor's shirt, stopping him from exiting the truck. Carly noticed that the passenger wasn't much older than her, maybe 19 at the oldest.

"Think yourself lucky that my young associate is here, Klebitz!" Trevor growled, Carly and the passenger looking at each other, both thinking 'Where the hell did you meet him?!', the passenger thinking that of Johnny and Carly.

"And you-" He says to Carly. "-I thought you were supposed to be at home! Or are you crashing with biker brain over here?!" He growls.

"Trevor, try to understand this, you thick headed fuck! Johnny and I are friends and that's it!" Carly says, trying to restrain the anger that had been building up in her since Trevor returned… or barged back into her and her family's lives, to be specific.

Not that anything that Carly said about this would ever get through Trevor's head. Trevor Philips had always been the kind of person that thought once he saw something that he knew what was going on and wouldn't change his mind. No matter what, he would never accept that Carly was no longer that little girl she was in Ludendorff.

Trevor then got an idea…

"Carly, my new and completely willing to work with me associate Corey is closer to your age, you might get along better with him than the bald-" Trevor says.

"Willing associate, my ass! I was talking to Franklin earlier and he said you kidnapped your new associate!" Carly says boldly, Trevor's eyes widening a bit as he had not expected that kind of reaction from Carly.

Before Trevor could react, Corey got out of the truck and handed Carly the piece of paper that he had been writing on.

'It's completely, 100% true. I was sent to live in Sandy Shores to live with relatives while legal authorities are investigating my parents when I met Wade, who introduced me to Trevor. I was handling everything okay though… until last night when I heard Floyd crying…'

Carly boiled over in rage, stormed over and yanked Trevor out of his truck before bashing Trevor's head against it repeatedly until Johnny and Corey pulled her away.

"Alright, tiny badass, chill." Johnny says, the small brunette in his arms having stopped struggling to get free. Trevor sat up and leaned against his Bodhi, blood pouring from his nose and his right eye starting to bruise.

Corey glanced at Carly and Johnny, then at Trevor and then back to the small violet eyed brunette and the biker.

"Corey! Let's fucking get out of here!" Trevor yells, Corey reluctantly deciding to leave with Trevor, who had climbed into the passenger seat. Corey climbed into the driver's seat, taking one last glance at Carly before driving off.

There was just something about her that he liked… but he couldn't figure out what.