Michael's p.o.v
Coffee went really good with Ash. I told her everything, well everything apart from Brad is not really in prison and the fact that he is really dead. She and Trevor will kill me of they knew the truth about Brad. I just hope that they never find out what happened to him. We were leaving when I got a text from Trevor.
'Everything is set for the heist. Come to Vespucci Beach and meet me and there. Bring along that son of yours Franklin.'
'Got the same text as me?' Ashley asks looking at her phone.
'I sure did.' I say.
'Please tell me that you got those flight lessons.' Ashley says.
'I had a couple, but that's all I've had.' I say.
'Still better than no lessons. I still don't think Dad is cool with me and Franklin together.' Ashley says showing me the text that she got. It was pretty much the same as mine but he called Franklin Ashley's fuck buddy.
'I guess he still see you from the last time he seen you, daddy's little girl.' I say.
'Newsflash, I'm not daddy's little girl anymore. She's changed into the person I am today.' Ashley says. That's true, I don't get why Trevor doesn't understand that Ashley and Franklin are not fucking around, they getting serious. At least Ashley is not like Tracey.
'We better get there before he starts ringing.' I say.
'You driving or am I?' Ashley asks.
'I'll drive.' I say as Ashley and I climbed into my car and drove out to Vespucci Beach, Ashley texting Franklin and telling him to meet us there. After getting I went to open the door into the apartment when we both heard Trevor let out a moan of pleasure.
'I'm not going in there, not until I know it's safe. I'm not lose my eyesight today.' Ashley says. Sighing I opened the door and seen that Trevor had one of his legs on the couch and another man was massaging his tight.
'Ash, you're safe to come in!' I say, Ashley walking and rolling her eyes at the sight.
'Trevor's hard at work, huh?' I ask.
'Hey.' Trevor says. 'Where's the surrogate child?' He asks.
'Who?' I ask, playing dumb. Trevor let out a huff.
'The boy, with the stars in his eyes. You know the one that's fucking my daughter.' Trevor says.
'Dad! Seriously!' Ashley says.
'Come Trevor, leave them be. They're not like that.' I say as I walked over to the plan. Ashley did a really nice job setting it up. The door opened and closed.
'Who's not like what?' Franklin asks.
'Hey Frank.' Ashley says walking over and the pair kissed. Looking at Trevor I could see in his eyes that he wanted to yell at Franklin about laying hands on his daughter. I think it's good that Ashley and Franklin are together.
'Ah, hey there.' Trevor says, looking at Franklin. 'You and him, the father-son issues? Gives me the fucking creeps. As well as the fact that you are fucking my daughter.' He says.
'Again with the over protective father.' Ashley says.
'How's the leg rub?' Franklin asks.
'Oh, it's excellent.' Trevor answered. 'You wanna go or do you want Ash to it?' He asks. Jeez man, he's not gonna stop anytime soon.
'Nah, I'm good, dog.' Franklin says before both he and Ashley joined me by the wall.
'Hey, I called you boys here to discuss this job I've been planning.' Trevor says, Ashley letting out a small cough. 'The job that me and Ash have been planning.' He says.
'Yeah you said that you had something. Not that we want to help you.' I say.
'Shut the fuck up Michael! You owe me, alright?' Trevor growled.
'Hey did you talk to Lester?' I demanded. Trevor gave me an exasperated look.
'I called him. He's in the hospital or something. We keep him out, and we keep twenty percent.' Trevor says and shrugged. 'Well, unless of course you go states again and uh… have me arrested.' He says.
'Hey it wasn't like that.' I say.
'It better not have been.' Trevor says.
'Yeah, like you give a fuck?!' I say.
'Oh, see, I give a fuck, Michael.' Trevor says pointing at me. 'It's a position, a fucking viewpoint alright? Like God, like evolution, like anything else. Sunshine, boredom, lies? That's what we got. Other people, they have other worlds, but for me? I'm like a vulture, just circling the desert lookin' for fucking corpses, y'know? A carrion eating motherfucker. Do you understand that?' I started to chuckle and pushed Trevor away with a dismissive hand.
'Wow!' Ashley says.
'Bravo, you fucking idiot.' I say.
'Man, I still don't get the score.' Franklin says. 'What's the fucking plan?' He asks.
'We got Floyd! Now, Floyd's got-' Trevor turning and seeing Floyd. 'Not the- get the fuck out of here!' Floyd scurried out of the apartment and Trevor turned back to us. 'There is a couple buyers lined up. I guarantee, no problems and no major heat. Let's get going! Take our slightly past-it vibe to an airfield, where I got a sub, got a chopper- I got everything we need!'
'Yeah, what about me? Huh?' Ashley asks, Trevor turning and facing her. 'Let's not forget the fact that I drew the plan up, got the cargobob and got shot in the motherfucking back! My boys got the cargobob up and running and got the sub to the airfield! All you fucking did was scout the port and got that sub!' Ashley says.
'Yeah and without me you wouldn't have been on this score!' Trevor yelled at her. Oh great, a Philips fight, that's just what we need before a heist.
'And without me you wouldn't not have a plan or a cargobob. This should be my heist not yours! I did more for this heist than you fucking did!' Ashley yelled.
'Alright, alright. That's enough you two!' I say, standing between them. Ashley glared at Trevor before walking over to where Franklin was standing.
'Alright. Let's do this, ya fucks!' Trevor says. Trevor grabbed a few packages. 'Ashley we will meet you down at the bottom of the stairs.' He says, Ashley leaving.
Ashley's p.o.v
Franklin was the first to come to the bottom of the stairs.
'You alright babe?' He asks me.
'Yeah, I just can't believe that he tried to take all the credit for the work to plan this heist.' I say me and Franklin hugging.
'You have every right to be pissed at him.' Franklin says, the pair of us kissing.
'Lovebirds are you coming or what?' Dad asks when he and Uncle M come down the stairs. Good thing I decided to wear a full black outfit today. The four of us getting into Franklin's Buffalo. 'To Sandy Shores airfield.' Dad says from the backseat, Uncle and Franklin climbing into the front.
'That's quite a distance.' Uncle M says as we drive along.
'What's with this guy?' Trevor asks me and Franklin. I think the better question this what is with you?
'I didn't realise we was going all the way out there either.' Franklin says, backing Uncle M up. Dad looked at me.
'I'm gonna leave this one to you boys.' I say.
'I've been told that your generation are workshy, repeatedly, but this is the first time I've seen it for myself. You won't leave the city for the biggest take of your life?' Dad says.
'Man, it's not like that.' Franklin says to him after looking at me in the rearview mirror.
'Well, what's it like, huh? You think the world owes you a living?' Dad asks, me rolling my eyes at him, without him seeing me. 'You want money and respect, but you won't cross the street to get it.'
'That useless millennials shit is more of a middle class thing. Where I'm from, hustling's still hustling, and going halfway across the state is uh… going halfway across the state.' Franklin says.
'Yeah well, Sandy Shores is the global headquarters of TP Inc. So, we gotta make the trip.' Dad says, shaking his head.
'TP Inc.?' Franklin asks.
'Trevor Philips Industries. It's my company.' Dad says.
'I think you mean Trevor Philips Incorporated.' I say.
'Still better than yours. What the fuck is with the z at the end of Hunter? To me that makes no sense.' Dad says.
'That my friend is called be creative.' I answer.
'Ashley's right Trevor. If it's TP Inc., it's incorporated.' Uncle M says.
'You're mocking me! Nice. Is it so strange that I've made a success of my life? I know that wasn't what you wanted for me when you ran off but still…' Dad says
'Trevor.' Uncle M sighed.
'It's a business Michael! An honest, American business, and there aren't many of 'em left. Hey you this airstrip we're going to? We're managing it.' Dad says.
'Yeah, I hate to think of what you did to the last managers.' Uncle M says.
'The Lost MC LLP experienced an unexpected turndown. We had to step in.' Dad says.
'The Lost Motorcycle Club? Yeah, you're a serious business man T.' Uncle M says.
'I cannot believe this!' Dad exclaimed, leaning into the front and eyed Uncle M. 'The hardworking entrepreneur is getting shit from a guy so lazy he retired in his thirties-' He turned and eyed Franklin '-and then from this other guy whose sense of entitlement is so strong he asks, "How far we have to travel?" when he's offered a job he ain't even qualified to do!' He says leaning back into the back and looking at me. 'And from his daughter who thinks that she can fill my shoes and do a better job.'
Damn straight I can fill those shoes of yours and do a much better job that you. I didn't spend the last 8 years working my ass off to become one of the top gangs in the whole state.
'This is why the country is screwed! There's not enough me's and there's too many you's.' Dad says.
'Yeah, country full of you's, that's just what the world needs.' Uncle M says.
'The country could use less you's-' I say pointing to Dad. 'And it needs more me. People who know what the fuck they are doing.'
'Shit would get done if there was more me's. It would be Darwinian.' Dad says.
'Hey, look dude. We helping you out, but if you think you'd better off on your own…' Franklin says.
'No, no, no! Hey, look, hey, hey, let's just…' Dad released a breath. 'Let's just calm down alright? We have a score to take. There's a profit to be made. I mean, don't that beat getting picked up by G-men and forced to work free?' He says.
'Yeah, yeah, yeah.' Uncle M muttered. 'Talk us through exactly what's going on.'
'We're going out to Sandy Shores…' Dad says before I cut him off.
'Yeah, yeah. We know that part, skip to the good parts.' I say.
'My guys will meet us there. Me and Ash will get in the submarine. There's an army chopper at the airfield. Michael and Franklin are getting into it; Michael flying with his newly earned wings. He's gonna take off, pick up the submarine with me and Ash in it. Fly it out to a point off the coast, where we will be dropped into the ocean to find the thing we're taking.' Dad says.
'And what about me?' Franklin asks.
'You are gonna be the eyes in the sky and keep watch for any… disgruntled mercenaries that aren't okay with us stealing their thing. Sounds good?' Dad says.
'And when we find this thing?' Uncle M asks as we pulling off the highway.
'Then you're gonna pick me up out of the water and fly us back here. Easy as pie.' Dad says.
'The last time I made a pie, I burned it.' I say, Uncle M and Franklin laughing, while Dad gave me a look as we pulled up at the airfield. Floyd and Wade were waiting next to the cargobob.
'And there's my submarine.' Dad says. 'Come on Ash, we need to get in.' He says while walking over to the sub, I followed him. When we climbed in and found a SMG sitting there. A note was attached to it.
'Just in case if there's any heat- Scott.'
'Pick us up, M!' Dad says in the earpiece. The cargobob rose into the air and moved to hang over the sub. I climbed back out and helped attach the dangling grappling hook to the submarine.
'Connection is good!' I say as I climbed back into the sub.
'We need to be dropped a couple of clicks west of Paleto Cove.' Dad says.
'Ashley you have the logo on the side of the chopper, but everything else about it says military.' Franklin says.
'Where do you think I got the chopper from? Up my ass?' I ask.
'And the guns are military as well?' Franklin asks.
'No that bad boy rifle you have got, I made from scratch.' I say.
'Good thinking Ash. Brining those guns just in case things get hot, they'll come in handy.' Dad says.
'Hey, I thought it wasn't getting hot.' Uncle M says. 'You said no major heat, in fact you guaranteed it.'
'It's a score, Michael.' Dad says.
'Even if you think there is gonna be no heat, it's better to safe than sorry.' I say.
'That's why I don't take scores.' Uncle M says. 'Not anymore. I'm out of the game, man.'
Cough-bull-cough-shit.
'Oh really? You don't take scores. Ashley why did you make those gas bombs for Franklin?' Dad asks.
'Whatever Franklin did with the bombs is none of my business.' I answer. Which is the truth, I don't ask what people want with the weapons that I make.
'I saw it on TV!' Dad says.
'That wasn't us.' Uncle M lied. Lair, lair pant on fire.
'Okay, okay, okay. My mistake. It was a pretty tight job though, eh? I mean, the planning was there, they went in right? They got out clean… I mean, there were some problems, but they kept their head right? Pulled it off?' Dad says.
'Alright! Alright. It was us. Yes Ashley made those bombs for the job. Any other clowns would be in Blingbroke.' Uncle M says.
'There were some weak points. I mean, whoever fed that cheesy line to the parking guy- that was amateur.' Dad says.
'Yeah, show us how it's done then, T, if you're so professional.' Uncle M says, annoyance in his tone.
'Hey if anyone is good at pulling heist, it's me.' I say.
'Whatever you say Ashley. We're approaching the drop point.' Uncle M says. There was the sound of the submarine hitting the waves as Uncle M released the sub into the water.
'You got that app that Tommy send you?' I ask Dad.
'Yeah, just let me get it up and running.' Dad says while pulling out his phone. After a few moments of silence Dad let out a happy squeal, scaring the shit out of me. 'It's working! I'm picking up a signal!' He says happily.
'A signal?' Franklin asks, Dad ignoring his question and start to head down towards the bottom of the ocean.
'Alrighty-tighty McFlighty, we're down here! My phone is hooked up to the sensors on the sub, boop, boop, boop!' Dad says.
'Come, get to it, man.' Uncle M says, sounding a bit impatient. 'An ex-army helicopter hovering by this platform is gonna raise suspicions.'
'We'll go as quickly as we can, alright? This sub isn't very fast.' Dad says.
'See anything down there?' Uncle M asks after a few minutes of quite.
'Just rocks at the moment. Oh look here, there is a shark.' I say pointing to it.
'Ah! This looks like it; it's bolted to the seafloor. I'm securing.' Dad says. There was a pause as Dad attached the thing to the sub. 'Got it! I'm surfacing!'
'Hey man, so uh, you two got the thing. What is it?' Franklin says. To tell him the truth I had no clue what this thing is and I really don't care. As long as the job pays and I get to take some of the credit for helping pulling it that's matter to me. A girl's gotta make a living don't she?
'We'll know what it is when we can run some tests.' Dad says.
'Well, what's it look like? What you think it is?' Franklin asks. He pushing his luck trying to get answers.
'Ah… best guess… it was hooked into the rock, maybe on a fault line, so uh… could be a seismic suppressor to combat earthquakes and tsunamis.' Dad says.
'Or it could be like a fusion reactor running on sea water.' I say.
'Like, nuclear?' Franklin.
'Yeah. The good kind of nuclear.' I say.
'And is this what your buyer is after Trevor?' Franklin asks.
'Yes! Oh, we'll for sure be paid Frankie. We will be well paid.' Dad says as we surface.
'Ah, I see ya down there. Coming down to get ya.' Uncle M says, the chopper descending closer to the ocean as I climbed out to help attach the hook again.
'All good Uncle M. Take us home.' I say as I climb back inside.
'Now, come on, let's go back to the airfield. Push the stick, Michael, we gotta move, because I found this thing using an app on my phone, thanks to Ash's buddy Tommy. Pretty much the private army guarding it can find it pretty easily too.' Dad says.
Jeez Dad, thanks for the fucking warning. Could have used that before we went off to do it. Tommy could have made a device that we could have attached to it once we got hold of to stop the tracking on it.
'Ah, you gotta be joking me.' Uncle M groaned.
'Dad, we have company.' I say seeing some of the Merryweather choppers.
'Frank?' Dad asks.
'Got'chu, man.' Franklin says.
'I'll give you hand.' I say grabbing the SMG and climbing out of the sub. Grabbing a rock climbing hook, I attached it to the rope and my belt. 'Go crazy Uncle M, I ain't going nowhere.' I say before firing at the choppers.
'I think you two got them all. Hang on tight Ash. We are almost there.' Dad says.
'Trust me, I will not fall.' I say.
'Hey, how are you managing to stay on by the way?' Franklin asks.
'I attached a rock climbing hook to myself and the rope.' I answer as we touchdown back at the airfield.
'Do you know what you've done?' A familiar voice shouts as the chopper dies down. Looking down I could see Lester Crest. 'The wire is going fucking crazy!'
'And hello to you too.' I say to Lester as I climb down from the sub.
'What's it been huh? Ten years?' Dad asks.
'After this, the government won't care how long it's been. They're going to put you and everyone you ever knew on their kill list.' Lester says as Uncle M and Franklin walk over. Lester pointed to Uncle M. 'And you! I thought you be smarter than this!' He shouts.
'What did I do?' Uncle M asks.
'Stealing a super weapon to sell to the Chinese!' Lester yells.
'Damn T. This some nuke or some shit?' Franklin says.
'I thought you said you spoke to him?' Uncle M asks glaring at Dad.
'Yeah I did! Okay? Kind of, I mean, he was all woozy and shit. It doesn't matter, alright? It's done, we've got it.'
'Maybe we can put this thing back.' I suggested. Dad glaring at me.
'Ash is right.' Lester says.
'Not happeing!' Dad yelled.
'Do you fucking really want some drone circling you caravan?' I ask.
'We'll get you another score Trevor.' Uncle M says. Dad growled at him and pointing a finger at him.
'You owe me!' Dad growled before looking at Wade. 'Wade, get in that chopper! Listen to whatever this fucking moron says.' He says gesturing to Lester. Wade, Floyd and Lester climbing into the cargobob and flying off.
'Alright on that note, I'm out of here." Uncle M says turning and walking to Franklin Buffalo, Franklin and I following him. 'You won't be seeing me back here in a long time.' He says.
'Hey! We need a score remember?' Dad yells as we climbed in drove off. After dropping Uncle M off I climbed into the front passenger seat. Franklin handing me a tie.
'What's this for?' I asks.
'I've gotta a surprise for you. No peaking.' Franklin says before tying the tie around my eyes. I couldn't wait to see what kind of surprise he had for me. After driving for a bit Franklin pulled up somewhere and helped me out of the car. 'You ready?' He asks.
'Take that tie off me.' I say, Franklin untying it and I was standing in front of a house.
'Welcome to my new house babe.' Franklin says.
'Oh, my, god! How could you buy this?' I say.
'Lester gave it to me. Now we can be alone whenever we feel like. No annoying aunts or best friends to walk in on us.' Franklin says, picking me up into his arms and he kicked the door open. I couldn't help but giggle like a teenager as Franklin placed me onto the couch, kissing my neck the whole time.
'I love you Franklin.' I whispered into his ear.
'I love you too Ashley.' Franklin whispers back.