"What happened to you?" Jimmy asks after getting into the Bodhi and seeing Trevor's cuts and bruises.
"Things just got… a bit tense between your little sis and me." Trevor says, reversing the truck out of the parking lot and speeding off to where he normally never took Jimmy to… a bar.
"She changed after Ludendorff, Uncle T… and acted like it wasn't her fault." Jimmy says.
"Actually, it was before the bank job kiddo… but I'll explain it all in its time." Trevor says as they walked into the bar.
A few hours later, both stumbled outside drunk out of their minds and towards the truck that to them was blurred.
"Now I know how Dad feels when he's drunk… it's not fun!" Jimmy slurs as he stumbles into the passenger seat, Trevor helping him into it.
"You've just got to drink in moderation, Jimbo." Trevor says, buckling Jimmy in like Jimmy was 11 years old again.
"Look who's talking… you used to get drunk and then shoot drugs into your bloodstream. You always thought I never knew but I saw the needles everywhere, now I know why Ashley would stay with us for days at a time and Mom… being how she is, hating Ashley for being your kid, would stay in hotels!" Jimmy says, Trevor closing the door before he ran to the driver's side and jumped in.
"Jimmy… do you think I'm a spineless fucker, kid?" Trevor asks as he drove carefully, which he usually didn't do.
"I know you've done horrible things, some unforgivable but spineless? I can't exactly answer that one, we haven't hung around each other as much. Who called you spineless?" Jimmy says.
"Carly did… I'll admit, I've done some horrible things to her recently but she had no right calling me spineless, the little bitch!" Trevor says angrily, stopping in the De Santa's driveway but not seeing Michael running over to them until the passenger door was flung open and Michael unbuckled Jimmy.
"Jimmy, go upstairs." Michael says after taking Jimmy out of the truck and helping him to Tracey, who narrowed her eyes at Trevor before helping Jimmy into the house.
"I wasn't hurting-" Trevor starts to say.
"Not physically but trying to turn him against his little sister is what you were doing! You stay the fuck away from me and my family!" Michael yells after yanking Trevor out of the truck.
"Your little Carly turned Jimmy, Tracey and Amanda against her all on her own! It's her fault that she's screwed up and before you know it, she'll be in Johnny's bed and he'll shove it in her a few times before ditching her on the side of the road!" Trevor yells.
"If they end up together, it wouldn't turn out like you and the women you've claimed to love! Or did Cami, Claire, Patricia or K8lynn mean anything to you?!" Michael shouts.
"I do not see unreal things, Michael! I'm messed up, yeah, but I'm not fucking crazy! You want to watch it happen and see him break her heart, go on ahead!" Trevor yells.
Michael lost it completely, his green eyes narrowing in rage before he snapped completely and repeatedly smashed Trevor's head against the truck itself.
Upstairs and in pajamas after Tracey had shoved him into a cold shower and forced him to get cleaned up, Jimmy was towel drying his hair and rubbing his head as Tracey helped him into his cleaned up room.
"Tell whoever's playing the drums to stop, Trace." Jimmy mumbles as Tracey shoved Jimmy into his bed and pulled the covers over him.
Before Tracey could respond, both heard gunfire and she jumped onto the floor and covered her ears until the noise stopped, Jimmy covering his ears and screaming as the gunfire made his head feel like a repeatedly kicked soccer ball.
"Is it over, Daddy?" Tracey asks as she stood up when Michael stumbled into the room, smashed up bullets falling off of his bulletproof vest and Jimmy looking at him.
"They're gone, Trace." Michael says, pulling Tracey into a quick hug before checking on Jimmy. "You okay, Jim?" He asks, Jimmy dropping his hands.
"Did they… kill him, Dad? Is Uncle T dead?" Jimmy asks.
"No… but they just… shot at both of us and when I got back up and returned fire, they were shoving Trevor into the van." Michael says, knowing from the looks on his older children's faces that Trevor being kidnapped was gonna piss someone off.
Meanwhile…
"Is he dead yet?" Sam asks after walking into the LS Hunterz clubhouse.
"No but he's giving up info on everyone he's known since the sixth grade." Noah says, Carly playfully shoving him.
"Well, nice to see you two being all buddy buddy with each other…" Sam says before turning to Carly and sitting across from her. "Look… I'm sorry for how he's treated you, Carly… but Trevor's the only living parent I have left and I don't want to lose him." She says, Carly pinching the bridge of her nose for a few seconds and letting out a low and frustrated growl, Noah lightly rubbing his hand up and down her back to try to calm her down.
"Did I say I was out looking to kill him? If he leaves me and my friends alone, we'll be okay. If he takes things too far however, that's a different story." Carly says after reloading her AP Pistol.
Sam knew Carly wouldn't budge on the subject… and while Sam couldn't blame Carly for feeling how she did towards Trevor, Sam also didn't want to lose the only parent she had left.
Johnny, Juana and Jackie returned with Chinese food and several six packs of beers, everyone settling down and eating with the exception of K8lynn and Ashley, Ashley having gone to make sure Ivory was still tied up while K8lynn went outside to try to relax.
By her feet, she saw a piece of paper and picked it up and unfolding it… and then her eyes widened in shock.
'We have Trevor Philips and we will not let him go unless you bring Noah Slate, Carly De Santa, Johnny Klebitz and $100,000 to the warehouse just outside of the Las Venturas city limits!'
"K8?... what's going on?" Carly asks after joining K8lynn, who looked at her.
She was torn between sacrificing Carly, Noah and Johnny for Trevor, who wouldn't give a single fuck.
What was she going to do now?