Chapter 14

She opted for plaid and the most minimal of makeup. Natalie did her best to try and look the part of a truck driver. Looking at herself in the mirror, she found herself perfectly capable for this role. Grabbing her keys and her gun she went out the door and walked the short distance to the cook site. Waiting for her was Chef and a large delivery truck with a Pißwasser logo printed on the side, she could only assume it was stolen.

Chef stood from his lounging position when he saw her arrive, smiling at her appearance, "Glad you got dressed up for the occasion."

She smirked and rolled her eyes, putting her hands on her hips, "Thanks, shall we go?"

He nodded, hopping into the passenger's side of the truck cabin while she took the driver's seat. She shoved a cigarette between her lips and turned on the truck with the keys already in the ignition. Chef spoke up again, "Traffic's going to be horrible getting to the airport, it should clear out by the time we're heading back."

"Great." Was all she said, she cranked up the air conditioning and the radio. She didn't realize how much she missed the radio until her favorite station hissed to life. She wasn't sure how into modern alternative Chef was, but she didn't care, and he didn't seem too interested in it anyways.

His focus was on the road. He wasn't driving, but he still kept a sharp eye on each car, making sure that nothing seemed too out of the ordinary. Chef was an addict, she could tell the second she had met him about a week ago. It wasn't a surprise, however, it was clear everyone in Blaine County had a vice and being a meth cook gave you access to any vice you wanted to partake in for a proper fee. Chef's favorite thing to sample was the thing he was considered the best at making, methamphetamine. His desire for it wasn't as bad as Trevor's, so his appearance was cleaner. His skin didn't look like a product of substance abuse, but rather manual labor. When he did partake in his dependency, he handled it much better than most, still able to work as hard as he ever did and function fairly normal and even though he sampled his product, it was never enough for there to be any harm done in sales. Trevor never minded either, the biggest fan of Chef's work was in fact Trevor.

Chef was right to predict bad traffic ahead, the trip took an extra hour than it would normally take to get from Sandy Shores to Los Santos. But they made it on time anyways, having guessed beforehand they would need extra time to make it down south, so by the time they went through the gates, their plane had touched down. Natalie was told to sit back and wait around while they loaded up, finding it slightly offense that she was the only one not instructed to load up the shipment, but she didn't complain. Enjoying the bit of free time to explore the giant stretch of asphalt that made up half of Los Santos International Airport.

She made her way towards a small resting area by the main building, set there for workers to rest and escape the sun until their next task came. She found a few benches and vending machines hidden under and awning. She grabbed the little bit of cash she had in her pant's pocket, grabbing herself a Sprunk before sitting herself on a bench.

Natalie took out her phone, finding a message from her best friend Rebecca. It felt like forever since she even thought of her, feeling a little bad for it. But life had a way of getting in the way. She opened up the message; Rebecca was going to be in Vespucci Beach in two weeks vacationing with her new boyfriend and his friend. She figured she could afford to spend some time with her. She needed a day to enjoy herself, it felt like ages since she just had a relaxing day, where there was no work to do or no one seeking to kill her. She replied she could see what she could do, but promised to see her at least for an hour.

She got back up after a few minutes alone, taking her time to get back to the truck. She knew already she didn't have the eagle eye Chef did, but still looked over her surroundings, hoping that she could find anything out of the ordinary. No one seemed to look her way, everyone too busy with their own tasks at hand to pay her any mind, so she eventually made it back to the delivery truck with a calming mind.

They were almost done, Chef already getting ready to get back in the cab. She hopped back in first waiting for the call for them to leave. She heard one of the packers smack the side of the truck, telling her that she was good to go. She looked beside herself to Chef, who nodded his confirmation. She started the truck back up and left.

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The drive back was easier, it seemed like red lights were shorter as well. But when she made a glance at Chef she saw he wasn't as calm. His body was tense, his fingers drumming against his thigh, he stared intently through the side view mirror. She spoke up, "What's up?"

He frowned, speaking as calmly as he could, but she could still hear the nervous tension, "There's a black sedan behind us has been behind us since we first got onto Carson Avenue."

She glanced out the rear view mirror and she enough she could make out the sedan. The windows were too dark for her to see who exactly was driving and how many people the car held, "What do you think they're going to do?"

He was still watching them, "They're going to make a move soon, if we get close enough to Sandy Shores then we can get out of their reach, so they have to start shooting before we make it onto the LS Freeway."

Natalie's fingers tightened on the wheel, resisting the urge to gun it. She waited for a shot to go off and soon enough she heard it, her side view mirror shattering when the bullet made impact. She flinched away from it, but kept steady on the road, finally she stomped her foot on the gas, the truck steadily speeding forward. Chef was right on top of their defense, popping shots back at their attackers.

Natalie tried her best to keep steady, but was having trouble weaving through traffic on the intersections, trying not to slam into a car and slow them down. She made it to Popular Street and the sedan was still after them, neither of them making any progress eliminating the threat.

"Jesus Christ!" Chef cried out, his arm coiling back into the cab, "They fucking shot me!"

She looked quickly over to him, seeing the wound on his forearm, she cursed under her breath. There went her gunman. There wasn't much she could do then besides try to outrun them, which was next to impossible considering the truck barely made it to 80 miles per hour. She was staring straight ahead at the road, watching the other surrounding vehicles speed forward to avoid being a casualty.

Fuck, she thought before gritting her teeth and stomping on the brakes. The sedan behind them didn't expect the stop and rear ended them, causing the truck to swerve as it screeched to a stop. She did what she could to stay on the road until the truck finally stopped. She looked back to Chef, "Can you still shoot?"

He groaned, still holding tight to his arm, "Fuck, I think so."

She nodded, wasting no time to grab a hold of her gun and get out of the truck. Their enemies were waiting for them, couple Asian guys in suits, four total. She ran for cover before she shot, Chef following suit, the adrenaline mending the pain ringing through his arm.

Natalie opened fire on their attackers. Her aim steadied, hitting her first target in the shoulder, knocking him back behind the car. She went for the second, who shot at her first, a bullet whizzing past her head, nearly ending her life. She recoiled back to cover, looking at Chef with wide eyes, he looked right back at her for a moment, looking at her intently with a wild look on his face, "You can do this."

She believed him, taking a breath before stepping back out of cover. Her eyes went back on her second target, who was waiting for her. He shot again, but missed, hitting the truck. She shot immediately after, getting him in the head. He crumpled and his gun went off, the last thing he'd ever do.

Chef got the other two down and out, slowly rising from his cover. Natalie advanced to the car, knowing her first shot was still alive. She saw him behind the car, still lying on the ground, cursing in Chinese while he curled over from the pain. He saw her approach, trying to get a good hold on his gun but getting it to late. Her foot went against his wrist, forcing him to release.

She watched him, almost observing him like he was an animal in the zoo. Her gun was held tight in her hand, reading to aim and fire. But some small thing held her back, she searched for what it was. She had killed Evan, but it was dire and somehow, some small part of her thought she could escape without absolutely having to kill him. Now she had to kill this guy, she had to because in her chest, she wanted to. And she found him surprisingly calm, ready to accept his fate, but not without a glare on his face, ready to drag her down to hell with him if he ever had a chance.

She aimed and fired, shooting him in the forehead, his head falling back with blood flying every which way. She stared down at the body she created. Somehow, in her head it morphed to Evan's, she could almost swear she was looking back down at him like she had before.

"Natalie!" She heard Chef call out, holding onto his arm again now that the danger had been cleared out for now. She looked back to see him still by the truck, surely wondering what the hell she was even doing.

She glanced back down at the body for a moment before shaking her head, heading back to the truck to take up the driver's seat again. They departed before any cops went to investigate.

It was quiet for a while up until they were exiting the freeway. Chef looked at her, grabbing a rag from the glove compartment to stop the excess bleeding "Have you killed anyone before?"

She sighed, finally realizing how tensed up she was, "Yeah, I have. It just feels... I don't know, different somehow."

He smiled a little, "Would it make me a cliché if I said it gets easier?"

She laughed a short laugh, "It would. But I know, I just need time I guess."

They made it to McKenzie Airfield without another issue, finding Trevor waiting up front with a couple guys waiting to unload the truck. They got out of the truck to greet them. Trevor inspecting the damage, "What happened?"

Chef looked back, seeing the trail of bullet holes, the worst of it in the back, "Chinese were tailing up. Me and Natalie got them taken care off right outside of Los Santos." He didn't speak much after that, heading inside the hangar to mend his wound.

Trevor looked at Natalie, seeming surprised that she was able to take down a few guys on her own. She raised an eyebrow at him and smirked, as if to ask if he thought she was incapable to handle her own. After all, she managed to take down a man hell bent on ending her life and kill a tragically curious coyote.

Trev turned towards the men to his side, speaking to them in Spanish, probably instructing them to unload the back. She stepped out of the way just as they made it to the back of the truck to unlock and unload.

She pulled out her cigarettes, and took a deep breath. She felt like getting really drunk, but knowing her, she'd just turn in for an early night once again. She lit up the end of her cigarette and watched the two men grab box after box and head into the hangar. She assumed they were professionals at this, treating this like just another day. She wondered if she was going to end up like that, so used to drug trafficking and killing that is would become a second nature to her. She had to admit; it made her nervous to be so cold and callous. But she was working under Trevor and the way she had killed a man only half an hour ago and still barely felt a thing told her she was already halfway there. She was going to go crazy, she was going to be murderous, but this is what she wanted for so long.

Natalie turned her head, catching Trevor looking at her from where he stood a couple feet away, he didn't look away when he was caught. She wondered how long he had been watching her. She smiled at him, "Is there something you need?"

He nodded towards the trailer not far from the hangar, before turning and heading towards it. She took it as her cue to follow. She ashed her cigarette and tucked what was left in her pocket before following him inside. The trailer wasn't meant to be someone's home, but rather the hub for communication and information for McKenzie. Even then there was an opened up futon and a set up in the little kitchen the people who worked there must spend a lot of time hanging around.

Trevor closed the door behind her, Natalie quick to unbutton her shirt so he didn't ruin this shirt too. He pressed her against a wall, watching as she slipped off her plaid shirt, revealing a black bra. She smiled a little, "Sorry I forgot the lace."

He scoffed, leaning down and kissed her, hard and firm. He hands were all over her waist, never getting used to the feel of her. She kissed him back with the same ferociousness, grabbing his shirt and trying to pull him as close as possible.

Before she knew it, she was on the futon with him on top of her. He was kissing down her neck to her chest, leaving behind marks that were sure to bruise. She moaned and sighed with each deep kiss on her skin, her legs wrapping around him and bringing his body down against hers. One of his hands trailed lower, unbuttoning her jeans in one swift motion and shoving his hand into her panties.

She gasped softly when he reached just where he needed to be. She reached up and gripped tight into his hair, forcing him closer to her and kissing him again, her need for his touch becoming more incessant, making it almost as hard to breathe as what he was doing to her was.

Sex with Trevor felt nicer than she normally had it. Perhaps because this was her longest 'fling' with a guy. She often didn't sleep with guys more than five times, in fear that they would begin to have feelings for her. But with Trevor, it felt easier, sex had no meaning and it felt fantastic. Even his cries of 'I love you' when she was close to making him come held no romantic value, it was just his version of pillow talk.

And just like any time they shared a bed or wall or any place that was sturdy enough to do their dastardly deeds, she felt nothing but tension and bliss. Her fingers pressing into the muscles on his back as he rocked his hips against hers until he would pick up the pace and her firm touch turned into her nails digging into his skin, causing his back to arch into the pain he adored so much.

He reciprocated with his own version of pleasure induced pain. Leaning down just as she reached orgasm and biting down hard into the muscle between her should and neck. She cried out, clawing deeper into his back, making him bleed just as he made her bleed.

When they finished, they lay beside each other, panting and sweating from the over-exertion. She soon touched over where he bit, looking at her fingers to find a bit of blood on her tips. She turned to face him, punching him in the arm, "You fucker, that's gonna scar."

Trevor looked back at her, a devilish look on his face, "That was the plan."

She rolled her eyes at him, sitting up and reaching for her half used cigarette. But thinking better of it due to Trevor's distaste for it and tucking it back into the pocket of her discarded shirt "So what was that? You claiming me or something?"

He shrugged, sitting up a little bit, crossing his arms behind his head, "Yeah, looks like it."

Natalie shook her head, but still finding a smile on her face, "If this gets infected, you better pay for my doctor's visits."

He waved her off just as she got up, ignoring her complaints because in reality she didn't mind the mark on her skin that would be a permanent reminder of the best lay she probably ever gotten. She put on her clothes and grabbed her things. Turning back to him just before she walked out the door, "By the way, I need to take time off two weeks from now."

"I don't care."

She scoffed, "Fuck you too."

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Within the next few days, things continued it what she considered normality. She had since patched up the wound that she felt oddly prideful over, but wouldn't admit it. She had time to herself after her daily work routine, walking down to the local 24/7 store to pick up some drinks for the a night of movies and drinking alone.

On her way back she ran into Michael. She was taken aback for a second, not only because it was odd to see a man like him among the residents of Sandy Shores, but also because it brought her back to what seemed like forever ago. Seeing him only with a gun in his hands and dragging her out of a bar she had been destined to die in. Seeing him again brought a strange mix of anxiety and gratitude inside her.

Michael was the first to speak, seeming about as surprised to see her as she was him, "Wow, glad to see your still alive."

She couldn't help but crack a bit of a smile, "Yeah, I'm surprised as you are. What are you doing here?" She paused for a second before speaking again, "Trevor, right?"

He gave a short laugh, "Yeah, Trevor." He sighed, apparently his situation not as humorous as he tried to play it off, "He fucked up really bad, we have to stay here for awhile until everything calms down in Los Santos."

She couldn't help but feel a bit of happiness at the idea of not having to take the trip down to LS, but felt sympathy for Michael anyways, "How long do you think they have to stay here?"

He ran a hand through his short hair, sighing again, "Christ, I don't know. Trevor fucked up big time, he kidnapped this guys wife, and this guy, let me tell you, he's not taking it well. If we set foot in Los Santos we're pretty much dead."

She frowned softly, as stupid as Trevor's fuck-up was, it sounded a lot like him, "Can't he just give her back?"

He shook his head, "If we could ever manage to give her back without getting killed, then sure, but we can't."

She frowned, "Is there something I can do?"

He shook his head, smiling with no happiness behind it, "No, there's no fixing this. We'll figure something out. Hopefully."

She gave a sympathetic smile to him, not sure of what else to say. Luckily he looked for no condolences, it seemed he was a master in wallowing in his own suffering. He left soon after back to Trevor's trailer.

She watched him walk off, seeing in the yard a woman. She couldn't get much of a good look at her but she new the woman was older. The woman caught sight of her, waving politely. Natalie waved back, surprised to see her so unfazed by being kidnapped. But perhaps this woman was used to it by now.