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"I don't know if you noticed, but stealing from my house is a crime! You could go to jail for years just for theft!" Quinn continues to yell at Trevor as the man rolled his eyes dramatically.

"You say that like I've never been to jail before."

"Give me a fucking break." The blonde throws her hands in the air as if she was irritated. "Fine, you can take anything you need."

"Glad we can come to a conclusion of your screeching." Trevor smirked then continued at the road.

Quinn places her bags between her legs so that the clothes wouldn't fly everywhere. Trevor was driving so violently it was hard to sit still even with the seatbelts on. She felt bad for the gentleman behind her who was struggling to sit down. The ride to Los Santos was going to be long and uneventful, so Quinn decided to try to get to know the two men in the car.

"So, you two have any hobbies?" Quinn asked casually breaking the ice.

"Of course I do. I run a business that supplies that has a profusion of weapons and methamphetamines. It's a pretty difficult business to run, ya know you gotta 'get rid' of the competition, but as long as nobody tries to get the law involved everything runs smoothly." Trevor explained what he does as if it was casual and there's nothing wrong with it.

Quinn nodded slowly as if she was disturbed and concerned and turned to Wade. "Okay…what about you Wade? You work with Trevor right?"

"Oh well I help out a little bit with Trevor and Ron, I had contact with a few strippers back in Los Santos so I talk to them and-"

"Strippers?" Quinn inquired turning to look at Trevor almost accusingly.

"What did I do?" The irrationally angry man asked innocently.

"Yeah, Trevor owns a strip club up in LS actually." Wade nodded in confirmation.

"I'm actually not surprised." Quinn rolled her eyes as Trevor turned back around at Wade.

"Why do you have to bring up old shit Wade?" he boomed as the pierced male sank back in the trunk. "And you!" and looked over at Quinn, making her jump slightly. "Why don't you tell us YOUR hobbies?"

"O-oh that's easy." No it wasn't. Quinn was utterly boring when to come to activities. "Andrew and I used to…um we…"

"Duh uh w-we." Trevor mocked her once again then shook his head. "Ya gotta do better than that Quinnie. Admit it, you're boring like this idiot nut job housewives on TV."

"No! We do a lot of fun activities!"

"I meant besides vanilla sex."

"You are so awful, I don't have to prove you anything. I'm going to listen to music." Quinn folded her arms changed the radio to the Non-Stop Pop station.

"Nononononono we are NOT listening to that shit!" Trevor shouted turning the radio back to a country station. "Ya hear that? That is good ol' American tradition music."

"Aren't you Canadian Trevor?" Wade asked from the back sounding confused.

"That doesn't mean a thing Wade…doesn't mean a thing." He smiled to himself still focused on the road.

Quinn decided to leave him alone and pulled out the magazine she bought at the discount store flipping through it quietly. It seemed like only 30 minutes because before she knew it, she heard Wade excitedly pointing at the huge houses around the area. Quinn put down the magazine and couldn't believe her eyes.

"We're here…" Quinn smiled and observed all of the huge modern houses in the area. "My house isn't too far. It's the last house on the left."

"Alright, let's pull next door. I always enter from the back." Trevor says as he stops the truck next door and gets out quickly running around the backdoor. I sigh and walk towards the front and ring the doorbell.

'This is a really bad idea, but I have to get my important belongings like the rest of my clothes and my makeup. What if he yells at me or gets really angry and hits me? Then I'd be in an extremely shitty situation.' Quinn's thoughts continued to run through her mind. Finally, the door opens and Quinn sees her ex husband staring back at her looking shocked.

"Quinn?"

"I've came to get the rest of my stuff. I'll just pack up and leave." she informs him nearly choking back tears. Memories from literally the night before flashed in her mind again and she realizes that he really hurt her. To Quinn, it seemed to her that every man who waltzes into her life hurts her.

"Actually um…" he stopped and sounded lightly exhausted. He turns around to look back at the house as if he heard a noise but shook it off. "Can we talk? I feel like I have a lot of explaining to do."

This shocked actually shocked Quinn. "I-I'm uh…I'm in a hurry." In the back of her mind, she wondered if Trevor was actually finished or not.

"Okay well, how about we meet up for a coffee one day? I want to show you how sorry I am…really." His sad green eyes looked into Quinn's as if he was pleading for forgiveness.

"Sure." Quinn smiled answering without thinking. "I'd love to."

"G-great! I'll set up reservations for us to meet tomorrow. And uh…" he pauses midsentence and opens the door. "I already packed most of your stuff, I was afraid that you would tear my house down so…here they are." He laughed softly and Quinn awkwardly laughed back. She was actually on planning tearing out of her belongings in the house, but far too late for that now. He helped her placed her bags outside of the door and looked around. "How did you get here?"

"Taxi." She quickly lied. "I'll just call one don't worry." The blonde smiled at her ex husband who waved her off.

"Goodbye."

After he closed the door, Quinn sighed heavily and turned around walking towards the dusty red truck across the street. As if on cue, Trevor whistles carrying a full bag with Wade behind him carrying another one. The blonde widened her eyes as they placed the stuff in the back carefully.

"H-how did you take that much so fast?"

"Elementary, my dear Quinnie." Trevor calmly stated climbing into the driver's seat waiting for Wade to climb in the back.

"Your house is pretty Quinn! Me and Trevor took a lotta stuff!" Wade announced happily as Quinn turns around to the pierced male with an unsure look on her face. "Wha…what's wrong?" His face molds into a concerned expression.

"Hm? Oh nothing Wade. Don't worry about me." Quinn smiled at him, but turns around sighing. Trevor begins to ride out of Vinewood Hills and cruises down the street of Los Santos.

"How was the talk with your excuse of a lover?" Trevor asks looking over at Quinn for a second.

"Well…he invited me to coffee in the afternoon."

Trevor completely stops the car in the middle of a busy street making cars behind them nearly crash to the back of the truck. "He invited you to what!?" he yelled over the blaring horns behind me.

"Trevor drive! You're causing traffic!" Quinn looks behind her and people were staring to stick their heads out of windows yelling at them. Wow, everyone is so rude.

"Now you're changing the subject! I don't know if you noticed, but literally eighteen hours ago, he wasn't quite feelin' ya that much when he dumped your ass on the side of the road!" Trevor raged making the blonde female widen her emerald eyes at him in shock. "ARGH! I need something to hit god damn it."

"Hey asshole!" A deep male voice behind the truck started to move closer towards it cracking his knuckles. "Are you going to move or do I have to come over there and make you?!"

"Well would you look at that?" Trevor smirked evilly and began to open the driver's door as Quinn and Wade formed a horrified look on their face.

"Oh no! Trevor's getting into a fight!" Quinn screamed running out of the passenger side door. "Why do rednecks always have to fight people?"

"I feel bad for that poor muscle guy!" Wade yelled jumping out of the back as they both ran towards the raging man, trying to stop him.

Sorry if you felt rushed, the next chapter will have A LOT more. Quinn will get to meet the crew! Stick around ^-^ And please review!