"HEEY you're not so bad" he continued with his creepy grin "especially for someone who has been wasting away in a cubicle of shit." They were both driving on down the road after the violent but fun little drug war. A bunch of more hicks that no longer exist in this fucked up world.

"When do I get paid then?" Diane helped with his dirty work of killing the criminals that would not work for his company and the competition at the same time. She is suspecting a big income for that kind of mass murder. It should even be more than she could have ever made on the poles.

"You will get paid in due time, now that you are officially hired" his smile still on his face, "That fun was the most important part of the interview."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" she screamed at him, after all that bullshit she has done for him now she's officially his employee. The hiding, the shooting, the running, the climbing, and let alone the torturing, there was to much illegal action going on for it just to be "part of the interview".

"I could have finished them off myself I just saw the potential in you, just wanted to make sure I was right. Which I usually am." Now at his trailer Trevor looked down at her with his voice now almost a whisper adding "Plus other things." giving a suggestive look.

"Are you serious right now?" She looked at him with disgust and confusion as they both continued sitting in his truck she decided to ignore his last comment. "How would you have known about my potential, you barely know me?"

"You were the one screaming at one of my strippers were you not?" He questioned. "That violent rage in your eyes, ready to bludgeon her eyes out"

"Yes, but she offered me to work there as one and my friend would not shut up at all." she sounded annoyed.

He checked her out glancing up and down at her body "You would most certainly have been hired mmm."

"Jesus, do you flirt with all of your employees." Now getting out of his truck in disgust. "I just want my money already." she began to walk away from him in anger. Then it dawned on her after the third step. She literally had nowhere to stay. Especially out here in the middle of nowhere. She thought of the freaky sickos out here who were probably just like him. Maybe even freakier and sicker than Trevor for all she knew. She stood for a moment and began thinking about her options.

"You know I have a comfortable bed for you to sleep on...with me." He brought her back from her thoughts with that comment. She didn't have anywhere else to stay. Unless she wants to stay out here and cuddle with the coyotes. So she finally begrudgingly decided on her choice.

"Okay Trevor. I will stay with you BUT as soon as I have all the money I need then me and my sweet ass are out of here." She walked back toward Him.

He had a grin on his face again and clapped his hands together. "Alriight follow me". They both started toward his trailer. She has never seen a dirtier place to live until now. Trash was scattered all over the place. Old pizza boxes containing aged pizza, beer bottles, papers, every item was littered across his floor. He had more questionable stains on the couch and in his bathroom. Diane began to really wonder if coyotes would have been the better choice.

"How do you even sleep in this place?" She looked around his home in disgust.

"I close my eyes and go the fuck to sleep." He looked around his home with content. That's not exactly what she meant but hey doesn't even fucking matter.

Well I guess I'm taking the couch then." She sat on it with a big thud. The couch was moist, wet and even a little sticky. It had a dried white stain on it. She got up just as quickly as she sat down. "IS THIS A FUCKING JOKE?"

"For fucks sake Diane it's just beer, blood, and a little cum." He said it as casually as she has ever heard him speak before. "An accident from earlier. Do you know you ask to many fucking questions?"

Where the fuck do I sleep because I am not sleeping on this couch." she said looking at him now with her arms crossed in his direction. If they have to sleep in the same bed together she will beat the shit out of her sister Ann for putting her through all this shit just to save her ass.

"I have a bed if you would like for us to have our own little sleepover and stay up having our own little fuck fest." He said making redolent glances at his manhood. "Wouldn't that be fun?"

"Listen Trevor you're sweet but I would really prefer if we kept things professional at least for now." She wanted to keep him happy especially since they're sleeping in bed and sure no one would give a fuck if they heard her scream for help. He seemed capable of anything if pissed the fuck off. She has seen him in action after all.

"Fine but I am remembering that for now." he mocked the ending in a sexual tone. They both went to the bed. "And please Trevor, before I fall asleep don't try anything."

"No promises." He say as if he was instantly already half asleep.

It was morning now, Trevor had awaken alone and as soon as he figured that he got up fast and went into the other room. He saw her wiping the table. She showered, and wearing new cloths she bought from the thrift store nearby. It's been a while since he has seen the place so clean. The last time was after he had kidnapped that Mexican motherfuckers sweet wife, Patricia. But that was a long time ago.

"Just cause you cleaned up the place does not mean I'm gonna fucking pay you." He said remembering all those other times she ever mentioned a payment of money. Which he started questioning why she needed it so badly.

"I wish, but cleaning up the place was for me, I can't stand to live in so much filth." She sat with a towel wrapped around her head. "My sister might have not given a fuck about how her placed looked like you do. But I still cleaned it up when I visited. God I miss my sister."

You have a sister, is she as hot as you?" Trevor asked now intrigued with the idea with a possibility of a threesome.

'Whatever you're thinking of I promise you it's not going to happen." She spoke with a little amusement.

"She is the only reason why I am so desperate for some money now." Diane solemnly gazed down at the cup of coffee she brewed earlier pondering whether or not Ann is okay. Diane then handed a cup to Trevor who took it with no hesitation. "What's wrong she owe some drug dealer money?" He asked taking a quick sip of the coffee she made him enjoying how strong she made it. Seeing him act to civil made Diane a little uncomfortable now that she was familiar with his nature.

"You could say that, but I wouldn't really say he's a drug dealer. A drug lord and she has a gambling problem." The brunette drank a little bit of coffee. "And if I don't pay him he could kill her in about two weeks and then he comes after me." She said almost in tears remembering the amount of money she was only able to pay him to keep her alive. She had to give him her money from her retirement plan which still wasn't enough. "I'm actually a little surprised he hasn't sent his men to find me even if I'm not in Los Santos anymore that guy has a lot of connections."

"What's his name?" Trevor asked with what she suspected was a little anger wondering he actually cared for her and her sister. She doubted though it might just be because he would be able to get rid of some future competition.

"Thomas Desmond, he is someone you do not want to fuck with." she said staring at him wondering what is going through his mind right now after she had mentioned his name.

He stormed out with wrathful intentions "ROOOOONALD, get your ASS out here there is someone I need you to find." She took the towel that was wrapped around her hair off and went out to see who Ronald is. A man with a fisherman's hat on, a pair of black glasses. And it was obvious that he had a drug habit similar to Trevor.

"Yes, Trevor who? Who do we have to find?" he was so frightened by the man before him she could even see it and she was a bit thankful he didn't speak to her like that. Even though she seems tough she can be a little sensitive sometimes.

"I need to know where a Thomas Desmond is or someone who works for him RIGHT NOW." He started to shout louder and slow as if Ron wouldn't understand. "WHY didn't you tell me there was a drug lord close by DAMIT RON! What am I PAYING YOU FOR?"

"I'm so sorry Trevor." He scurried back to his trailer tripping as he went back. "I'll find him Trevor I will."

Before he could shut the door Trevor finally yelled "You better do it fast or I will rip you're fucking legs off and shove them up your ass."

"We are going to find him and we are going to have so much fucking fun killing him." Trevor looked back at Diane with an evil looking grin. "Come on we need to get back to LS for a little assistance."

"But since I am going to save your sister without you having to pay them a cent. You're going to have to work for me forever." He said as they got into his truck she became extremely pale at that idea.

"You can't be fucking serious, at least let me work off the debt I owed him only. I have other things to do than work with you for the rest of my short life."

"Remember that sad depressing life you spoke about you want to go back to that fucking life?" he said sourly "You can always be my own sex slave if that is what you prefer?" He said looking at her then quickly asking "Do you?" looking hopeful now.

"Let's see if I actually survive this." All hope now leaving her body and mind.

"That wasn't a no. Don't worry your ass is going to make it or so help me GAAWWWD."

"t least he's a gentleman she sarcastically thought to herself looking out at the coyotes trying to run away from traffic.

A/N I hope you enjoy at least some of this. I love the whole OC/Trevor thing and not enough people write them so in a desperate attempt I did a thing.