Ashley's p.o.v

'So we're heading to LS?' I asked as we walked out to my dad's Ute.

'Soon I just got to make a quick stop,' Dad replied as he climbed into the front, I climbed in the back and Wade climbed into the front as well.

'Where are you people at in Los Santos?' Dad asked Wade.

'It just my cousin there, Floyd. He bunked in with his girlfriend some place called Vespucci Beach. So what's the stop?'

'Family is important, Wade. Not as important as the man that's employed you, mentored you and fed you amphetamines this last year, but it's important. We gotta pay this cousin a visit.'

'I ain't seen him in a while, Trevor.'

I leaded into the front of the Ute. 'All the more reason to drop by,' I said.

'Okay…ummm… that might be nice, but where are we stopping on the way?' Wade asked.

'Yeah dad what fuck is the stop?'

'For fuck's sake!' Dad yelled. 'Another chapter of the Lost have descended on this fine town, looking to mourn and maybe revenge their dead. I was thinking the three of us could pay our respects,' he explained.

'Pay our respects been the optimistic words,' I muttered. Dad gave me a look, I rolled my eyes at him and looked out into the horizontal. Dark stormy clouds were forming around us.

'Their camps is up here. We will have to wait until dark,' dad said as he pulled up. I looked at my phone. We would be only waiting for about half an hour. A clap of thunder and flash of lighting was heard and seen a few minutes later.

'Damn, now I'm going to get wet,' Wade complained.

'Suck it up,' I retorted. Just as it hit dark it start to rain, thunder and lightning hung around us.

'Come on Ash,' dad said climbing out of his Ute. 'Let's go.' I jumped off the back of the Ute and dad handed me 5 sticky bombs. I placed a hand into front of him stopping him.

'What is it?' He asked. I pointed to a Lost member, luckily his back was towards us.

'So what?' He asked again.

'So are we going to go in half-cocked or take them by surprise?' I asked.

'I like number two better.' I crept forwards and pulled out my silent pistol, pointing and taking aim, I shot him in the back of the head.

'Wait here and don't get killed,' dad whispered to Wade and then followed me.

'Right,' I whispered once we got closer. 'You go to the right and I will go to the left.' Dad nodded and jogged off. I did the same thing, planting sticky bombs of a couple trailers I saw one of the Lost heading towards me. I ran behind the trailers and hid in the darkness. Still creeping around, I planted the last few sticky bomb and taking down any members that were in the way. As I threw the last sticky bomb against a trailer, I got this chili that altered me that someone was behind me. I turned just in time to see a fist hit me in the eye. As the guy pulled his fist back I grabbed onto his arm and slammed him against the trailer wall. He kneed me in the guts and I went down. Looking around I found and empty beer bottle, I lunged for it and smashed it in half. I managed to get back up onto my feet. I flicked the bottle around in my hand a few time.

'Bring it on meth head,' I growled. The dude tried to punch me but I sliced his hand. We punched, kicked a few more times before he managed to pin me down. He grabbed the smashed bottle and I grabbed on the arm that held it and fought for my life. Just as it looked like he was going to win, there was a stabbing noise and a knife blade was in his throat. Blood splatted on my face and his body fell against mine.

'You alright?' Dad asked. I pushed the body off me and climbed up onto my feet.

'Never better. Thanks for saving my ass.'

'Don't worry about it. Now let blow this hellhole up and get the fuck out of here,' Dad and I took off back to the Ute and while I was wiping blood off my face, dad triggered the sticky bombs and the whole place blew up.

'Get the fuck out of town you useless assholes,' Dad yelled as we sped off.

'Hey since you got to make a quick stop. I think that I should have the rights to have a quick stop,' I said leaning into the front. Dad looked at me.

'Alright where do we have to go?'

'I want to get my bike.'

'So you saying we need to go to where we had our meeting?'

'Yep.'

Pretty soon we were back at the lighthouse. As soon we pulled up I seen my bike, jumping out of the Ute, I ran up to.

'Oh my baby how I missed you,' I said jumping on the bike. I revved it to life and dad sped off. I followed him.

'Los Santos, what a fucking dump,' I said to myself. Dad pulled up a hillside near, I pretty sure it called Vinewood I don't really fucking know. Dad stood there for a few minutes and then came back.

'Los Santos the city of shitheads, of course he would be here' he said before climbing back into his Ute. I followed him to Vespucci Beach.

'Floyd! Floyd!' Wade yelled as the engine of my bike died down. Wade went up a flight of stairs.

'It up here Trevor!' He yelled down to us. Dad start to jog up the stairs and I followed.

'Floyd, it me Wade,' Wade said a door.

'Who?' A man asked behind the door.

'Me, Wade, your cousin.'

'Who?' The man asked again. I shoved Wade out of the way and kicked the door.

'You're fucking cousin. Fuck! He come to visit you rude fuck.' dad yelled at the dude as he stepped inside.

'Now get up off the floor and fix us a fucking drink,' dad ordered while I lit a cigarette.

'Oh you Wade,' Floyd said getting up from the ground rubbing the back of his head. 'I heard you were off smoking meth somewhere.'

'Not somewhere here. He's going to smoke meth here. Now give me a fucking lighter.'

'Catch,' I yelled to dad tossing my lighter to him.

'You can't smoke here,' Floyd said

'Well unless your my dad, you don't get the fucking right to tell what I can and can't do,' I retorted while lying on the couch. Dad came over and pushed my feet off the couch. I sat upright.

'This is my girlfriend's place. You can't smoke and can't stay here.'

'How's it going cousin?' Wade asked.

'Yeah, I ain't seen you since you were caught in Eveln's bed.'

'That was never proved,' Wade said crossing his arms.

'You've got to go, all three of you. My girlfriend she'd kill me if she knew I had guests.'

'Not much of a girlfriend if she don't like your family. Now would get us a fucking drink?'

'Oh, yeah yeah. Okay.' Floyd said walking up to the fridge. He stopped. 'Wait. I ain't got no booze.'

'How the fuck can you not have some fucking alcohol?' I asked. Dad hopped up from the couch, I could tell that he was pissed off.

'Then you go and fucking get me some,' he growled. He pointed to Wade. 'You go to,' Floyd and Wade took off.

'Man, fuck is shit,' I said standing up.

'Where the fuck are you going?'

'I'm going to a bar, I'm not planning to wait for some fucking alcohol,' I replied before walking outside. I jogged down the flight of stairs and called cab. While I was waiting I called Marcus.

'Ash you alive. What the fuck happened to you?'

'Very long story. Listen I'm in the city, while I'm here you are in charge of the LS Hunterz, I will be back for a while and tell Clint that he Ute is near a trailer in Sandy Shores.'

'Wait what?'

'Well love to stay and talk but I got shit to do,' I said before hanging up. The cab came a few minutes later.

'Where to?' The guy asked when I climbed into the back.

'Where the nearest club is,' I replied. After a few minutes he pulled up as a small bar.

'Cheers,' I said while handing him some money. I climbed out and stepped inside. I start to drink my problems away, 1 turn to 2 and 2 turned into 6. By the time I was on my 7th beer, I was wasted and then a bouncer kicked out of the bar. I called up a cab and went back to the apartment. It was dark when I returned and it didn't help that I could walk at all. I eventually found a couch and flopped onto it. I was out just like a light.