Grand Theft Auto: The Innocent Rose.

Chapter 12: Arrival In Los Santos.

Author's Note: This Chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature, if such scenes make the reader uncomfortable or do not wish to read such scenes; then I encourage skipping this chapter.

After several hours in the air; Rosa awoke to find herself laying in a silk sheeted bed though not remembering how she got into the bed but the last thing she remembered was boarding her father's Private Jet and flying away from her home and everything she'd ever known to hide in Los Santos alongside her parents personal driver: Marco Lower as well as a skilled Gunner: Lucas Winters.

Rising from the bed with a stretch; Rosa realised that she was still wearing her once pink floral dress but now was stained with dirt, blacked spots and salt water stains to the point that she could barely make out the flower print or the previous vibrant colour, though her pumps had not been spared either for her shoes were stained with dirt and the ribbons that had been looped around her ankles had long been torn and fallen off leaving not a trace of their presence against her fair skin.

Before Rosa could even begin undressing and finding something fresh to wear; he felt the Jet begin its descent as Marco's voice came over an intercom, "Hope everyone is still awake for we're beginning our descent into Los Santos International Airport! Hope you're ready for once we land we will be driving straight to the Safehouse via a car that's been prepared for our arrival by our dear Employer".

Rosa listened to Marco's every word; though somewhat impressed with how her father had planned every step of their escape even to when they'd landed in their destination, though he'd not lived to hear from them once they'd reached safety but she still felt like the danger wasn't completely gone yet.

Stepping out from the bedroom Rosa found Lucas sitting in an armchair with a magazine in-hand; glancing over the pages and spotting Rosa, Lucas leapt up to his feet in surprise.

"I didn't expect to see you awake until we landed… but good timing though" Lucas spoke quickly as he spoke; having not noticed her walk out from the bedroom; feeling the Jet beginning to lower in altitude.

"Umm thanks I guess… but how did I get into that bed? I don't remember anything after getting on board and taking off" Rosa spoke; normally Lucas' quick responses would make her smile or laugh but after everything she'd seen and been through back on Starfish Island had left her feeling emotionally mute.

"Oh; I noticed you'd fallen asleep in your seat so Marco suggested I take you into that bed round back" Lucas noted her lack of emotional response; explaining how she'd come to be in the Jet's bedroom and how Marco had requested his actions.

"Well thank you; but you didn't try anything… did you?" Rosa answered back after several seconds of silence; her eyes looking at Lucas with a sense of longing like she wanted somebody to comfort her.

"Oh god no; I wouldn't dare" Lucas spoke quickly but noticed that Rosa looked at him with a slight hint of disappointment; their awkward moment dismissed by Marco's voice on the intercom.

"Ok boys and girls; we're coming in for a landing! Get ready for the sights of Los Santos!".

The Jet slid down the runway at a steady speed before coming to a complete halt within the spacious but dark hanger; the pressure locked doors of the jet opening up allowing Lucas and Rosa to leave first, the hanger despite being darker than normal for a hanger at the tail end of daylight hours contained little but the Jet itself and another vehicle under a tarp though its wheels and a hint of a crimson paint-job could be spotted.

"Hurry and get that trap off; we need that car" spoke Marco's voice from behind Lucas and Rosa; Rosa turning to speak to him but only going silent after seeing the dark circles around his eyes indicating a deprival of sleep.

"I thought the car was going to be pre-prepared for us" Lucas stated; having not expected the dark and dusty hanger with only a single tarp-covered vehicle in the corner of the spacious hanger.

"By who exactly?!" Marco spoke; slapping Lucas around the back of his head, Lucas only then catching a look at Marco's dark circled eyes for the man had not slept in days.

"Marco… why didn't you use the Auto-Pilot and get some sleep?" Lucas stated; a tone of concern in his voice when also spotting Marco's tired circles under his eyes.

"Flying the Jet is more important; I'll sleep when we get to the Safehouse… now uncover the fucking car!" Marc snapped with a sudden burst of irritation in his voice; he fully expected Lucas to grasp the importance of flying a jet to be an extremely difficult task but Lucas' failure to realise this made him angry.

Lucas turned to uncover the car after suffering Marco's anger but found that Rosa had already done so; the black tarp spread over the cold cement floor as a crimson painted Fugitive automobile stood in their line of sight.

"Now that is a beautiful car; and it's a Fugitive… somehow its fitting and its fast" Marco grinned; having been driving Sentinel's, Phantoms, Cheetah's and other luxury vehicles but it had been years since he'd driven a car with as much power in its engine as a Fugitive.

"Can we just get going now?" Rosa murmured; opening the doors and sliding into the backseat while leaving the driver side and passenger side seats free for her bodyguards and now friends.

The skies were already brightly lit with streaks of red and orange as the sun was setting; the sounds of the bustling cars and taxi's waiting in the roads and the sounds of plane engines as a large passenger plane came down into a landing on a far-away runway while the Fugitive drove out from the Hanger only to reach a Security Gate.

The Guard barely even glanced at the trio inside of the car but only allowing the gates to open and letting the Fugitive keep driving out and onto the roads of Los Santos with only the street lights and their satellite navigation device to guide their way.

The roads of Los Santos at sunset were quite the sight; The Fugitive drove down the roads at a steady pace and keeping well under the speed limit to keep from breaking any speeding laws or crash into any other drivers, only stopping when reaching a red light though Marco and Lucas grimaced as a dirty red pick-up truck being driven by a grizzly middle-aged man in dirty jeans and a grey shirt who cursed at any drivers who got in his way of whom Rosa swore she had seen on TV a few days ago but couldn't quite place him.

"Didn't think people still drove those" Lucas smirked and giggled to himself as he watched the driver of the dirty red pick-up flip them off as he drove; noting that the driver had a wild look in his eyes while his passenger: a man in overalls and a high-visibility jacket looked terrified to be in his company.

"You'd be surprised what people drive and do up in The Blaine Country… trust me; don't do there alone" Marco stated with a tone of past experience; his eyes following the dirty red pick-up truck until it was out of sight before driving when the signal turned green.

Rosa remained silent; merely staring out the window of the vehicle as the sights passed by as the sun inched slower and slower down the horizon, the streetlights flickered on as the neon-lit nightlife burst into life; seeing the neon signs and the bustling crowds of people hurrying to get into the hottest clubs and bars reminded her of Vice City but now she felt out of place; remaining quiet as the car moved out into residential areas and moving onto the uphill roads leading to a series of penthouses and bungalows.

"Hidden amongst the houses of the rich and/or famous in Vinewood Hills is where we'll find Boss Vercetti's Safehouse; I understand you've been here a few time with Miss Mercedes Cortez" Marco spoke calmly and carefully; not even smoking a cigarette like he normally did while driving though his mind was currently concerned with Rosa's mental wellbeing and her overall safety.

Rosa sat quietly in the back seat of the crimson-painted car: Fugitive; silently staring out of the window as people who'd only known peace and happiness for the last week walked back to their safe homes without a care in the world, Rosa silently judged them for their happiness while she'd not only finally met her Father but seen him and her Mother be killed only minutes later.

"We're here; it looks nice" Lucas spoke; breaking the long silence they'd been experiencing from the backseat, the Safehouse being a pristine white walled building with a balcony on the main floor that overlooked the city that would have a perfectly beautiful view at sundown or for drinks in the late hours of the night.

Rosa stared out the window at the building; though unimpressed with the house itself and glanced down the street only to spot that the house next door not only had another Fugitive car only painted white parked out front but also a green motorcycle that caught her eye.

"I'd bet money that it's got a pool or a hot-tub round back if you ever wanted a swim or a soak" Marco grinned but quickly dropped his smile as Rosa was shooting him with a nasty look that made it clear she was not in the mood for jokes.

Lucas and Rosa both got out of the car first; Lucas hurrying to the door and unlocking it with the keys given to him by Boss Vercetti only to then push the door open for Rosa to pass through, the entrance was welcome enough; walking into a corridor with pathways to the main floor which was home to the living room, a kitchen and a bathroom, while the stairway led to a lower floor with the master bedroom with a walk-in closet, a private bathroom and a guest bedroom.

"Quite the place; we better make ourselves at home since we're going to be here for quite a while" Lucas said while Marco hid the car into an accompanying garage so it wouldn't be seen by anybody who might be looking for them or curious who'd taken up residence in a normally empty house.

"If it's alright with you two…I'm just going to take a shower and get some sleep; we'll talk about what to do next in the morning" Rosa stated out of the blue and having barely spoken for hours; having taken time to walk around the main floor and collect her thoughts but right now all she wanted was to be clean and rested for whatever tomorrow might bring.

"Yes Miss Vercetti or would you prefer Miss Cortez" Marco asked with a curt bow of his head; regarding Rosa with apparent confusion on how to address her given her parentage.

"Just Rosa please…" Rosa barely spoke; her voice only that of a mutter as she stood halfway up the stairwell; her raven black hair matted and greasy, dirt and soot left her face dirty and her floral dress still stained with blood, dirt, patches from where seawater had gotten on her during the boat escape, and the seams were frayed from all the damage.

As Rosa left down the stairs; she disappeared into the master bedroom leaving Lucas and Marco to sink into the comfortable armchairs and stop to recollect for the first time in hours, first the protection and escort missions, then then invasion of the estate by Douglas Ender, Ryder and The Haitians and then fleeing Vice City in a private jet with only the clothes on their backs left to their names, and now they sat in the dead bosses Safehouse with his only child totally distraught over the loss of everything she knew.

"Well… everything has gone to shit" Marco spoke bluntly; sinking into his armchair like it was the single most comfortable thing in the world to his rest-deprived body finally relaxed but noticed that the faint sound of running water was coming from downstairs.

"I wouldn't say that; we're still alive" Lucas answered; staring at his partner with shock and appalment when they'd escaped and managed to safely arrive in their destination even though all they had between the two of them was a car and the clothes on their backs.

"Yes we are; and we are all that is left of The Vercetti Gang" Marco spoke grimly; staring up at the blank television though if he did turn it on and watched Weasel News it wouldn't make him feel any better about leaving the gang behind to die.

"What about The Cubans? Can't you call on them to help us?" Lucas enquired; recalling that Marco was once the go-between for The Vercetti Gang and The Cubans before they were partners and allies.

"Don't you think I would have done just fucking that if I could? The Haitians fucking hate The Cubans just as much as they hated The Vercetti Gang! Douglas would have wiped out those ill-prepared assholes out before heading to The Estate! Everything except for this house and this bank account is gone" Marco's brow furrowed with anger as he shouted and cursed at Lucas; his fury ceasing when sitting back down and staring at the small bank card that had been left in Rosa's possession but left on a sizeable coffee table.

"I'm sorry" Lucas waited several minutes before speaking; letting his idiocy sink in as everything Marco had just said was completely right.

"Whatever… but Boss Vercetti gave us one last job and it'll last us a long time; protecting his daughter: Rosa, I can hardly believe it… all this time she was his daughter!" Marco raised his voice again in disbelief; scratching at the back of his head after the fact that the girl they'd been tailing and watching was their bosses biological offspring.

"I thought you already knew? Weren't you there when she went into hiding with Lady Mercedes?" Lucas spoke back at Marco; his lips curling into a frown though he was curious about the past.

"Yeah; I was there… but I was ordered to forget so I went on a drug and alcohol binge so my memory of the meeting would be erased" Marco nodded as he spoke with a regretful expression; explaining his binge night though he barely recalled exactly what he'd taken and drank.

"I don't think a binge works that way" Lucas stated; having been on alcohol binges in his past but had never experienced any memory loss or impairment like Marco had subjected himself to.

"Oh ho; you have no idea what I was taking… then again nor do I, what do you plan on doing next?" Marco answered with a laugh; taking a half-crushed pack of cigarettes from his pocket and setting the pack down while he fumbled his lighter from his pocket.

"I just wish there was something we could do to comfort her" Lucas spoke softly; his head swimming with thoughts about Rosa, a desire to be there for the girl he cared for even though he'd been told to stay away from her but he couldn't suppress how he felt.

"Well there is something you can do…" Marco spoke with a sly smile; shooting Lucas with a lecherous glint in his eye from across the living room upon hearing the sound of the shower turning off.

"And what's that?" Lucas asked; feeling like he knew what Marco was going to suggest given the look in the old man's eyes.

"You gotta be shitting me… the girl you have been crazy for is downstairs taking a shower! You should go down there and just fucking bang her" Marco leaned forward as he spoke; pointing up at the ceiling to indicate that the girl Lucas clearly loved was just upstairs.

"Marco; she just lost both her parents and everything she's ever known" Lucas felt his heart ache for Rosa's losses in the last twenty-four hours; he felt like going down there to the master bedroom tonight would be inappropriate given everything that has happened.

"Exactly! And a girl in that state of mind needs to be comforted… and you can do it! all you have to do is go downstairs" Marco reiterated his point; leaning back into his armchair to relax and maybe catch some much needed sleep.

Lucas sighed heavily; his dirty clothes hadn't been changed nor did he smell particularly clean after the gunfights, the escape and several hours in the air had left him and Marco both feeling tired but when he thought about Rosa stood under the hot shower feeling as low as she did right now it was clear what Lucas needed to do.

Marco smiled as he watched Lucas rise from his armchair and walk over to the stairs to the master bedroom without any more words being spoken; his hand went to the box of cigarettes he'd been keeping in his pocket since the shitshow began only to find the box was empty, sighing in disappointment at the lack of anything to smoke but he still had his phone and a couple hundred dollars sitting in his pockets so he could call for food to be delivered; figuring those two would want something to eat by the time morning came so Marco dialled a fast-food delivery service for anything they could offer.

Lucas stood outside the door of the master bedroom waiting until the sounds of running water stopped; he could hear Rosa walking barefoot across the floor and she'd either be naked or wrapped in a towel where he entered; swallowing a mouthful of air and steeling his nerves he knocked on the door and then pushed the door open.

The sight that awaited Lucas took his breath away and sent his heart fluttering; for Rosa stood staring at him with her wet hair matted and stringy after her shower while her body was wrapped in a sky blue cotton towel that only went down to her slender thighs.

"Lucas… what are you…" Rosa began to speak but couldn't finish her question before Lucas walked up to her placing his left index finger to her lips to shush her; then leaning in and softly kissing her lips, Rosa felt the same feelings of affection and warmth she'd felt every time she and Lucas had come into contact; her hands moving up to his strong shoulders as she kissed him back.

Lucas's hands pressed against Rosa's back; pulling her closer to him while Rosa's own hands slowly unbuttoned the dirty and bloodstained Hawaiian shirt he was still wearing, Lucas allowed the shirt to fall from his muscular frame; their kiss breaking for the two stared longingly and lustfully into each other's eyes.

Rosa shifted her hips slightly; letting her towel unravel from her slim frame until her matured naked body was fully exposed to a man's eyes for the first time in her life, Lucas smiled warmly as his hands cupped Rosa's butt so to lift her from the floor only to set her down again on the bed and on top of the fine Egyptian Cotton sheets; leaning down on top of her and kissing her again while Rosa happily kissed him back once again.

Rosa's and Lucas' tongues met in their second kiss; Rosa's hands undoing and pushing down Lucas' shorts as she wriggled with anticipation under his taller and fitter body; Lucas reaching down and helping Rosa undo his shorts and pull them leaving only his boxers covering his manhood.

"Do… do you have a condom?" Rosa asked between gasping breaths; she could feel something in Lucas' shorts pressing against her flat stomach while they kissed.

"Sorry no; I lost…" Lucas began before Rosa pushed her own left index finger to his lips and cut him off as he'd done to her only moments ago.

"Doesn't matter anyway" Rosa spoke with the first honest smile she'd had all day; pulling down his shorts without hesitation and letting his member springing free; Lucas' full erection standing before her eyes, "Put it in… please".

With a nod of his head; Lucas shifted his boxers so he too was naked alongside Rosa, edging his hips closer and closer to hers as Rosa happily spread her legs and welcomed him in; gasping as she felt her virginity break with Lucas entering her as her whole body felt increasingly hot when two became one.

Moving his hips slowly in the beginning; easing his thrusts after entering Rosa's folds, Rosa and Lucas both gasping for breath in-between waves of pleasure they shared with each other's bodies, Rosa's hands gripping Lucas by his shoulders while he gripped Rosa by her hips; both grinding their hips together and experiencing new sensations that they'd never known when apart from each other.

Rosa gasped for breath as after nearly thirty minutes of sex she felt a sudden sensation akin to an explosion of warmth inside of her body; pleasure rushing through her body followed by a sudden heat spreading in her belly that made her back arch and her toes curl.

"I'm sorry… you just felt so good and I couldn't hold back" Lucas gasped through heavy breathing; he'd let himself go inside of Rosa and felt like he'd just done something seriously wrong even though it had felt so right in the moment.

"Don't worry as it's a safe day; can you keep going?" Rosa asked with the first honest smile she'd had all day; her right hand touching her belly and feeling the heat inside her through her flesh, that rushing feeling had been sheer bliss to her senses.

"Yes; I can" Lucas spoke slowly through panting breaths before Rosa pulled him back down and rolled him onto his back before straddling him like she would her bike only to begin grinding her hips against his and giving him a better view of her body for they continued throughout the whole night until the rising of the morning sun.

Happy with the assorted Chinese meal bundle, salads and a large mozzarella pizza and a six pack of beers he'd ordered to the house; Marco lounged with the television on with some ridiculous reality tv that he could find given the late hour, though not able to hear the couple downstairs he knew too well what was happening; toasting his beer to all those he'd known and lost in the lost battle only hours ago before drinking himself into a drunken sleep.