Another sunny day in Los Santos, with all the fake fucks around. As Trevor would usually refer to people who live here. It's incredible that she managed to survive this long. She often wondered if her sister was alive or did this Rosemary Red just ended it as soon as she took over. But with what her sister had been through she was sure that Ann could live through this. Diane had many thoughts run through her head as she and Trevor headed out of a Discount shop. He still managed to look the same way he always did not having a care in the world of how people see him. But Diane just stuck with the basic tank top, boots, and a pair of blue jeans. They were both on their way to go meet up with everyone to make a plan on how they would handle the situation if any of the new leader's men were guarding the place

"Do you even know if your sister is even alive?" Trevor asked out of the blue.

"O-o-of course she is alive!" Diane managed to say louder than she intended.

"She's probably being tortured right now. Or cut into tiny. Pint-size. pieces." he continued with a creepy tone. "Or maybe, she had her TITS chopped off. D you have to keep in mind what could happen. And think what you do after you find her mutilated corpse. You stay work with me." he ended cheerfully.

"Are you even a human being?" Diane knew it couldn't be true Ann had been through a lot with her. No way in hell was her sister dead. She had to be alive.

"You're asking me that? I saw what you did to that stripper, and every other crazy bat-shit thing you have done since we started working together. My kind of woman. But still your letting this God forsaken city get to you." She knew he was right though. She had been a little off since she got off that plane. Maybe it wasn't her sister it could just be this city that added to her irritation, trauma, and anxiety.

"Alright but still that's still fucked up to say to someone who's worried about the safety of their sibling." Diane said pouting as we parked by the home with Franklin in view.

"Hey Frank wussup my man." You could hear the sarcasm in his voice.

"Hey T I see you finally got some fuckin clothes on." Franklin sounded like he was already done with Trevor's bullshit. She would be to if she was doing this out of the kindness of her heart. Which she kind of was. But not for Trevor. "So what's the plan?"

"Alright we should break in, steal her shit, burn it down. Sound good? Hey where is Mikey?!" Trevor got completely off topic as soon as he notice one of his crew members absents.

"He'll be here just chill."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"REALLY?"

"Will you please shut the fuck up there he is right there coming up." Diane patiently said. Michael made his way out of the vehicle and headed towards the three of them. With a sniper in hand.

"I see you're late Mikey, almost forgot your pussy assgun." Oh great more banter these two fuckers Diane thought with her arms crossed ready to lose her patience. "You gonna leave with your dick between your ass if we're all fucked."

"This pussy assgun helped save our asses more than once. So I don't want to hear any shit from you right now." His voice was nearly loud enough to attract the attention of the people in the neighborhood." I don't even have to fucking be here I fucking retired and I have to fucking leave retirement whenever your ass needs me!"

"That's what friends do Mikey, they HELP each other. You selfish old PRICK!" emphasizing the words to make sure to get his point across.

"Whatever let's just get this shit over with" Mike waited for his orders.

It was a two story home painted in a light peach color. They all entered the house guns ready. Diane was a little shaken her sister could really be dead from the look of what the inside presented to the small group compared to the outside. It looked as though a party had been thrown in the owners absents. Or a massacre. It smelt like old liquor and beer. Blood covered some of the wall there was even a foot on a night stand. This woman really needed some fucking house cleaning.

"T did you come here before us?" Michael joked.

"Michael at least I have the decency to pick up any body parts lying around when company comes by." Trevor spouted to his companion after his offensive comment.

"I think this bitch crazier than fuckin T man." Franklin looked around the room his face scrunched up with disgust. They all continued in through the home searching for anything valuable. Diane searched for anything that could possibly give a link to her sister's whereabouts. Nothing. Diane went in through the backyard. There was a giant shed. Trevor appeared behind her.

"I bet that's where she's keeping all the good stuff." Trevor hurried to the shed and shot whatever held the doors shut sounding an alarm. "Now the alarm goes off shit."

Michael was already upstairs looking through a window that showed the front yard preparing himself Franklin was down stairs doing the same. Trevor shouted for Diane to help check and take whatever was in the shed. As soon as she entered it gun shots were fired between her men and Trevor's friends. The shed was surprisingly filled up with all the heroin and meth that would probably set any man for life.

"JACKPOT." Trevor shouted out loud taking in the view of all the drugs. Diane was astounded anyone would even keep this much in their own home especially in a neighborhood like this. "Trevor how the hell are we going to take all this, especially with her people swarming here attempting to kills us?" She asked him losing her cool. "All of a sudden gun fire is stopped. Trevor and Diane rushed back into the house only to be surrounded by twelve men. She noticed that Franklin and Michael were on their knees with hands on their head. One of the men stepped forward he was tan with a thick beard. "Our boss wants you alive for what you have done." Just then Michael and Franklin were knocked out by the men who had aimed their guns at their heads.

" . AL-" Trevor was interrupted mid sentenced by what appeared to be a tranquilizer dart.

"What the fuck did you do to him?"

The same man spoke again "he has his reputation can't take any chances with someone so unstable. Don't worry we got you to." just then a dart shot at her knocking her unconscious.

A/N I'm would like to formally apology for being a shit writer. Sorry I took so long to. I will try to update faster. The next chapter should be up soon.