Michael asked me to come over after a threat had been made against him by the IAA that exposed his dealings with Agent Steve Haines. Agent Haines was already taken care of so the only thing he had to worry about was his temperature in that stuffy coffin whereas Michael had a lot on the line.
He had just recently fixed his marriage with his wife but yet again she went back to the spiteful whore Michael told me about and soon enough she was handed divorce papers and turfed out of the romantic mansion along with her belongings. Jimmy and Tracey moved with Amanda and only popped around for the odd hug and catch up with their father.
Michael. Well what had he being doing? He was doing me. I did feel guilty...I really did but with him its like i can tell him my problems and he`ll take full interest in it and not like the other men i have been with.
I woke up this morning in my little condo in Vespucci Beach and switched on the telelvision that sat in front of my sofa. "IAA EXPOSING THE CRIMINALS OF LS!" Said the news reporter while a spokesman yapped on for ages about how FIB was as corrupt as IAA. I turned this off and just held my head in my hand. Only for a minute, just to think about who they could have been talking about. Then my phone rang. Michael.
"Seen the news?"
"Yeah i have seen the news and i can only guess they are talking about you." I said anger bubbling up in me. He told me that he wouldnt get involved with these people again but yet again he broke his promise.
"Look, Agent Haines left a lot of clues behind. Guess he knew his demise was gonna come sooner or later..." He said trailing off.
"So what you are more or less saying is that he knew he was going to have a rifle bullet lodged into his thick little head and he left a nice little trail of breadcrumbs to our doors?"
"Come around. Ill explain." I relcutantly accepted his offer and got myself in the shower and changed before walking out into the sweltering heat of Los Santos wearing a pair of denim shorts and a white tank top. As i walked to my car, i thought about the couple who were killed a couple of blocks down from me. At first i thought it was Trevor who did it because we used their house to plan the Merryweather heist but he teared up and pretended to be all solemn and couldnt believe i asked him such a question. At that point i justed dropped the thought and it never came back into mind.
Getting into my car i looked up at the very same condo where they were murdered, blood scattered on the windows from the inside. I just shook my head and turned my attention back to my Cheval Fugitive. I got into the white car and zoomed up the street not realising how fast i was going. Being a young girl, my father used to call me a speed freak. I didnt get it when i was younger but i definetely did now.
Stopping outside the weazel news plaza, they was so many journalists making a news report in front of the glassy grey doors. Why did this topic appeal to them so much?
I was soon reminded of my own childhood and was brought back into my younger years. I was around 14 years old and sat at a wooden table in an interviewing room. There was people watching through the mirror on the wall even though they disguised so they werent. I was wearing a pastel tie dye t shirt and blue jeans and my hair tied in a ponytail. The interviewer wasnt interested in what i was wearing though.
"So your father is Lawerence Fawn." He said writing something on a black notebook.
"Yes. Who are you?" I said scared. I had never been in a place so gloomy and lackluster. It sent shivers down my spine.
"Im a member of the IAA. Are you Ciara Fawn?" He totally pronounced my name wrong but i still nodded. I didnt want to cause any trouble with these people, i just wanted to go home.
"Right, and you only live with your father?"
"Yes i do. My mum died of Ovarian Cancer when i was younger and my brother ran away when he was 16." I said quivering. It had been a while since i spoke about Mum. She was my world and when i was 7 she passed away. I had survived 7 years without her but i still did miss her with every fiber of my being.
"Okay. Lets get down to business. Did you know your father was working with FIB agents?" He said making full eye contact. I didnt know what to say. I did know but was i going to tell him that? No.
"No i had no idea."
"Right so then you will not know that your Father had killed three good IAA agents?" He said. My face dropped in utter disbelief. I knew Father was asscoiating with agents but i didnt know he killed them. I couldnt bring myself around to words and let out some tears whilst shaking my head. After that he quizzed me a little more and a speaker phone came on filling the room with sound.
I was brought back to reality by car horns beeping me. I was so out of it that i didnt realise the lights had turned green. I zoomed around the corner and passed Bob Mullet, the popular place to get a haircut and continued on route to his house and parked in the large driveway.
Darn it looked big with only Michael`s car in there.
Before i got out i thought about the news reports with my father. "LAWERENCE FAWN JAILED!" was plastered over every newspaper and televison set and that was when i was sent to live with foster family in Los Santos. Dad always wrote to me but i never responded. He was all i had left and he didnt care enough to stop what he was doing.
I am not bothered now though. I wouldve done better by myself and im well over the past and ready to continue with the present.
I got out my car and walked around to his moasic tiled front door. God this place was so luxurious but i didnt tell him that. I placed three light knocks on his door and i was answered to almost immediately.
"Hi Ciara, come in." He said opening the door a bit wider so i could get into the house.
"Hey Michael." I said trying to sound still annoyed from before but it didnt work. As i got into the living room i saw the room littered with plates and burger shot bags. Clearly hadnt been living well.
"Dont mind the mess." He said plonking his self onto the white sofa. I just stood there pretty ashamed of him.
"What are you even doing!" I let out of myself with an all mighty shriek that gave me more of a shock than Michael.
"Living in a mansion with no one else. It doesnt matter though because IAA will kill me anyways." He said with a careless attitude. I couldnt believe that he was moping about his house.
"Yeah well news flash Michael, not everything is about you! Dont you think im freaking out!"
"No i fucking dont! You`re a girl in her 20`s what is IAA gonna want with you!" He now towered over me and i just looked him straight in the eye.
"You dont know a fucking thing about me!" I screamed feeling like i had stooped to his level of patheticness.
"Fine," His voice lowered "What do IAA want with you?" I swallowed the lump in my throat and told him.
"My father got involved with some people and ended up killing three of their agents." I turned my head the last statement i made to face towards the kitchen but soon felt a rough yet delicate hand lightly grabbed my chin forcing me to look at him. We looked in each other`s eyes for a moment and studied each others emotions that were painted on our faces. I couldnt bare it any longer so i reached up a kissed him.
Boy was it a good kiss. And now im in the present. We spent all that time teasing during heists and heres me thinking it was a joke. Now i realise the way he felt. He pulled away and we looked at each other for a second.
"They aint getting near you." He said shoving me into the back of a wall kissing and biting my neck. All i could do was shut my eyes and a moan escaped from my mouth. I pushed him away and he had a confused look on his face as i walked towards him whilst keeping my hands of my breasts teasingly.
"I think I'm ready now."