Blake had the nine millimeter semi automatic pistol aiming at her Mom's face as Macey was looking at the barrel where the bullets come out.

Tears were falling down her cheeks, showing her daughter not to shoot and end her life in front of her.

But in Blake's mind, she doesn't care anymore about her Mom, begging for mercy.

She wanted the pain to go away.

Her mother was her pain and she had to pay the price.

Blake was smirking evilly at her frightened mother.

"You cause me great hell, Mom," Blake told her. "Now… it's time for you to burn in hell,"

And then she pulled the trigger.

*BANG*

"Murderer… Murderer…"

That word was playing in Blake's mind like a song.

Blake was surrounded by the people at her school from Rockford Hills Academy. As she she was stayed quiet, looking down at her feet with shame.

"Why is she here? She'd should be in a place far away from us,"

"Yeah, a place for bad girls, like herself,"

"I would stay clear of her. She's a murderer times two,"

Blake opened her eyes as her red wayfarer sunglasses was covering her turquoise blue eyes. She looked around for a second until she realized that she was laying down on deck chair, having her music up loud and also next to her chair was a half empty beer bottle.

She lifted it up before looking inside the chocolate colored bottle.

"I have got to stop drinking beer while being out in the sunlight," Blake promised herself while looking at the liquid still swirling around the glass bottle.

Blake shrugged her shoulders. "Ah, what the hell,"

She drank the rest of it in heartbeat, before wiping off her mouth with the back of her hand. Without looking around, she threw the bottle from behind her as she removed one of her earbuds, listening to the sound of the beer bottle breaking from behind her.

Blake smiled. "Whoopies,"

"You're such a fucking dictator. Why the fuck not?" Tracey demanded.

Once Blake heard that, she didn't want to receive another headache from Tracey's bickering. As she stood up without looking, she almost bumped into her uncle. He was holding his whiskey glass in one hand while having his cigar hanging from his mouth.

"Sorry, Uncle," Blake apologize, trying to hide her beer breath from him.

Michael taken his cigar from his mouth before he spoke. "It's fine,"

"Hey, I was wondering if you can take me to my friend, Max's house, later on,"

"Ain't you have your motorcycle that can take you over to her house?" Michael asked, walking pass her only to sit down.

"Somehow, it's not in the garage," Blake replied. "But I'm not worried now, it's just that…"

"Don't worry, I'll take you," Michael said before placing his earbuds into his ear and turning up the music listening to I Don't Care Anymore by Phil Collins. Blake smiled once she hear that song echoing from his earbuds, since it was one of her favorite songs.

She heard footsteps coming closer to her as she turned around to see him once again. Her kidnapper/the guy who works for the car dealership. She was wide-eyed at him, before she grabbed her towel from the deck chair to cover herself up.

She was only wearing an underwire mint green and white striped bikini top with her blue jean pants shorts, covering her matching bikini bottoms.

"What are you doing here?!" Blake asked surprised and irritated, by the way he was here at the house once again.

"Girl, I just came by to talk to your uncle,"

"You sure?" Blake asked finishing wrapping her towel around her body. "Cause I don't have my gun with me, it's up in my room and if you're planning on-"

"Chill, I never meant to kidnapped you,"

Blake narrowed her eyes at him for a minute have her arms crossed with the towel wrapped around her.

"Fine," Blake said irritated. "He's over there,"

She pointing towards him laying down on the deck chair.

"Thanks,"

"By the way…" Blake turned around to face him. "I'm Blakesleigh, but I go by Blake. What about you, Mr. Kidnapper?"

"Franklin,"

"Okay, Franklin," Blake walked away slowly before turning her head around. "I'll be by the pool, if you need me,"

Franklin walked towards Michael as he was a shadow in his aviator sunglasses. He slowly lifted them up, before placing them back. As he started taking off his earbuds, he talked first.

"What do you want?" He already sounded irritated, about having to see him once again.

"Man, I just came by for the drink your niece promise. That's all,"

"My niece wasn't really serious on that," Michael replied. "Besides she's sixteen,"

"What?"

"You're here. Whatever. Sit,"

"You're not going to rob me or take my niece again?" Michael asked Franklin as he sat down sideways to look at him.

"Man, I never robbed you, that was just a repossession," Franklin replied. "And she was just sleeping in the backseat, when I took it,"

"Yeah," Michael chuckled a little. "You can call it whatever you want. I really don't care, but as long as she's safe. I'm alright,"

He taken a long drag from his cigar before talking to him once more.

"What can I do for ya,"

"Shit, I just came by to see if there's somethin' I can help you with. I can see you doin' well for yourself,"

"Look… I'm retired,"

"Ain't you a bit young for the pipe, slippers, and starin' at a fucking sunset?" Franklin asked him.

"You know, I've been in this game for a lot of years, and I got out alive. That makes me the right age. Especially, her," Michael gestured towards his niece who was sitting by the edge of the pool, having her feet in the warm chlorine pool water. "She's lucky to be here with me, if it wasn't for her Mom,"

Franklin looked at her from behind as she had her feet in the pool, just listening to music.

Michael sighed before sitting up and taking of his aviator sunglasses. "You look like a good kid like her. But if you want my advice, you give this shit up. You work hard, screw over everybody that you love, hurt, rob, kill indiscriminately and maybe… just maybe, if you're lucky, you become a three bit gangster. It's bullshit. Go to college,"

He leaned back into his chair. "Then you can rip people off and get paid for it. It's called capitalism,"

"Hmm, so what I saw the other day was like, when a corpse briefly reanimates itself and terrorizes everyone, right?" Franklin guessed.

"What you saw the other day… was a niece and an uncle dealing with pests,"

"I guess I never saw myself as just a fuckin' pest,"

"Well, then the day's lesson all about humility. Tomorrow we'll try a training montage,"

"A training what?"

Blake giggled at Franklin, before turning back around, minding her own business. She knew what that was, since she was sometimes stuck at the house with her Uncle Michael watching old movies.

"Nothin' I was just lost in a eighties movie fantasy,"

"Yeah," Franklin scoffed. "I can see you spend a lot a time there,"

"Yeah, as much as I can,"

"So, that's why you here in Vinewood, then, right?"

"Maybe, I'm here because I'm just an idiot, who thinks that imported palm trees are a good substitute for not really knowing what the fuck you're doing on this earth,"

"Jesus, man. You a good time, you know that?"

"I'll tell you what," Michael said, sitting up in his chair. "least I can do is buy you that beer," He told him, standing up and grabbing his iFruit phone. "There's a little bar I like. It's not too far from here. But I have to drop off Blake at her friend's house,"

"Alright man," Franklin said getting up. "I'm following you,"

"Come on, Blake," Michael stood behind her, as she looked up to see her uncle and Franklin behind her. "I'm dropping you off,"

"Ok, Uncle Michael," She stood up from the pool as she grabbed her black low tops, putting them on over her damp feet. She started following them as she placed over a grey Los Santos flowing tank top while they made their way to the side of the house.

"We're taking my wife car," He told Franklin as they made their way towards the red convertible.

Then Michael's iFruit phone started to ring.

"So, what happened with your job," Blake asked Franklin.

"I was fired from it," Franklin explained. "So, I thought maybe your uncle can help me,"

"He only likes to drink and watch old movies, I like them both, but sometimes I usually be out of the house with my home girls, instead of being isolated up in my room, listening to the latest gossip from Tracey and my fat ass cousin playing his video games all hours of the night,"

"You little shit when I get my hands on you, you're gonna wish you were never born!" Michael screamed into the phone.

Blake looked at her Uncle Michael wide-eyed. She knows what that means. Jimmy has done something stupid once again.

"You're insane! Alright, I'm coming to get you and my boat,"

Once Blake was in the backseat behind him and Franklin was in the passenger side, Michael started talking once more.

"Alrighty then. Change of plans. My darling boy is in trouble,"

"Eh, I'll help you out,"

"Blake, I'm gonna drop off at your friend's house first,"

"No, I wanna come, Uncle Michael," Blake replied.

"Uh, I don't think so, Blakesleigh," Michael replied driving out of the driveway.

"Maybe this will change your mind?" Blake pulled out the same gun she had the other day when she used it against Franklin.

"Alright, but don't tell your aunt that I dragged you along,"

"Deal,"

"Eh, I thought you said that you left that in yo room,"

"Well, sometimes I carried it around with me,"

"Where, Blakesleigh," Michael demanded. "You better not be taking that to school,"

"I'm not, I go to the safest school here and they have security around the whole grounds,"

"Lesson number one: don't ever have kids,"

"Hey, I'm right here," Blake announced.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean you, Blake,"

"Scratch that, if you have a daughter or a niece like Blake, then you're fine,"

"Hey, man look, if I had kids, I don't think parenting issues arise over who had boat privileges and who don't. Shit, motherfuckers be lucky to be sit in a bathtub,"

"Shit, things are that desperate, huh?"

"Nah, but, you know, shit, I was making a point,"

"Mythologizing self-deprecation," Michael nodded. I know it well…"

"Yeah man, shit, where the boat at?"

"Little shit's been hijacked. They're somehow on the Western Highway."

"I can't wait to see what mess he got himself into now," Blake said.

As Michael drove down the road, until he came across the Western Highway. A truck was blaring it's horn with a massive boar attached to the back barreling dangerously down the street, swerving violently left to right.

"What the fuck?!" Blake sweared.

"Oh! There! There! There it is! That's my boat!" Michael shouted.

"You're boat's in a fuckin' hurry, man!"

As Blake keep her eyes on the massive boat, she noticed something that was inside of the boat. It wasn't the gangbangers or Jimmy. She noticed something red with wheels and handlebars. She stood up from her seat while her seatbelt was taken off her.

"Hey! That's! That's! That's my bike! That asshole taken my motorcycle!" Blake pointed to the cherry red motorcycle as she was holding onto the driver's side seat.

"Sit down and put your seatbelt on," Michael shouted.

Blake nodded before doing the command.

"We got a plan?"

"Sure. Once I get us close, you're the boarding party,"

"More like the falling in traffic party,"

"What kind of plan is that?" Blake asked.

"You'll be fine kid. Anything happens, I got a piece in the glove box. I'll cover you," Michael promised as he sped up closer to the yacht getting close as he can without wrecking the red convertible.

Franklin unbuckled his seatbelt and started to climb over the windshield before swinging himself on top of the hood of the car. He taken a deep breath before leaving from the convertible on to the yacht.

"Oh fuck!"

"Be careful Frankie!" Blake shouted, before climbing into the front seat of the passenger side.

"You got four lanes to throw guys at!" Michael complained as he swerved to miss another car.

Blake and Michael watched as another one of the thugs made their way onto the deck. The dark haired teen wanted to help as well, but Michael doesn't want to her be put in danger, since her life was danger in Ludendorff. But she was lucky to make it out of it.

"Be cool, Frank. Be cool. Shit," Michael mumbled.

"Holy shit, Frankie!"

"Hey, this dude's trying to kill me, man!" Franklin cried as he continue to struggle with him.

"Get away from him!" Michael shouted before reaching down and grabbing his gun.

"I got this!" Blake said aiming her gun at the attacker who was trying to kill Franklin, but somehow something stop her.

She felt the whole world stop while aiming the gun. Her heartbeat was beating faster than usual. She felt sick to her stomach as she dropped her gun onto her lap, holding onto the passenger side door.

Blake's face turned green as she looked down at the road.

"Never... mind," Blake moaned softly.

"You'll be alright, kiddo," Michael said before rubbing her back soothingly, before he started shooting at the thief.

Once she heard three bullets, Blake immediately came back to reality and cover her ears.

"I'm sorry," Blake apologized. "It won't happen again; I promise,"

Franklin quickly subdues the thief and knocked him out.

"Okay! Now go find Jimmy!" Michael hollered to Franklin.

"Dad?" Jimmy cried as he came out from under the head. "Wait," he pointed at Franklin. "You're the guy from the dealership?"

"Yup. And it's a long story, bro,"

"Oh shit!" Jimmy cried.

"Jimmy! Kid, watch out for the boom!" Michael called a second too late.

"JIMMY!" Blake cried.

Jimmy was knock off of the boat and was hanging over the traffic, clutching the boom tightly as it swung around.

"Fuck, hold on!"

As Jimmy was crying out for help, Michael drove the red convertible underneath him as he fallen into the backseat.

"Jimmy, you nearly gave me a heart attack, you fat asshole!"

"Dad?"

"Don't 'Dad' me you little shit!" Michael hissed at his son. "You better hope she's still seaworthy,"

"Eh, get me off this damn boat!"

"What about my bike?!" Blake complained, as he looked at her uncle for a second.

"Forget about the bike, Blakesleigh!" Michael retorted. "I'm here for my boat!"

"Well, I'm here for my bike!" Blake taken off her seatbelt as she slowly stood up.

"The fuck you're doing?" Michael asked, moving closer to the back of his boat. He watched as Blake climbed over the windshield and held onto it.

"Young lady, you get your ass back in the car right now,"

"Blake, what are you doing?" Jimmy asked.

"I'm getting my bike back, that's my baby!"

When Michael got up close to the back of his yacht, Blake stood up and held in her breath before looking at Franklin.

"Eh, girl, what are you doin'?"

"Catch me, Frankie!"

Blake jumped off the hood of the convertible as Franklin catches her into his hands. He pulled her up as she climbed onto the boat. She walked towards her motorcycle to see that there was a chain hooked onto the bike.

So, she pulled out her gun, before taking a deep breath. She felt everything in slow motion as she closed her turquoise blue eyes and taken the shot.

Once she opened her eyes, Franklin was already back on the hood of the red convertible and her bike was almost rolling off the yacht. She immediately grabbed as she placed her gun, behind her pants, with her waistband holding onto it.

She slowly got onto the bike as she still felt the boat swerving violently as she tried her best to hold the bike still.

She turned the key as she can hear her motorcycle engine.

Blake held onto the handles as she sped off the back of the boat as she closed her eyes.

"Blake!"

Michael immediately slammed his foot onto the brakes.

She landed onto the road as she opened her eyes and almost rammed herself into her aunt's red convertible. But she swerve her bike to the right in order to miss the front bumper.

Michael immediately slammed onto the accelerator to catch up with the truck that had his yacht, leaving Blake behind.

Blake turned her bike around and sped up to the driver side of the convertible.

She waved at them as she smiled.

"Young lady, you could have gotten yourself killed for pulling a stunt like that,"

"Sorry, I only wanted my bike back!"

"Now, everybody here?" Michael shouted. "Now, let's get my boat back!"

"This is getting weird, pop," Jimmy complained from the back seat. Blake was driving a little faster then her Uncle Michael until she turned her head around to see the engine of the red car making weird noises and smoke started to come out from under the hood.

Blake stopped her bike as her right foot was planted on the road. "What and how?"

She drive back towards them as she stop by them.

"Damn, that's the engine, man. We ain't chasing shit in this thing," Franklin said before Blake moved herself and her motorcycle for her Uncle Michael to turn the red convertible around.

"My fucking boat!" Michael swore as he hit the steering wheel once.

"Hey…" Jimmy complained, "It's just a thing! At least you've still got a son and niece…"

"Eh. There's a chop shop back there, dog. You drive us there, we can get the ride fixed," Franklin said pointing it out.

"Yeah, that's where I'm heading too," Blake yelled while riding behind them. "Somehow, my tires feel wobbly or maybe me after that jump,"

"My boat!"

"It's just a thing," Jimmy said.

"My boat!"

"Please stop doing that…. Listen… I fucked up okay… I'm not going to lie. That was… a really bad judgement call… but… shit, Dad, I nearly died, and all you give a shit about is the fucking boat. And Blake doesn't give a fuck about it, she only cares about her bike!"

"Hey, asshole," Blake called out. "I care about him and his boat. Hell, I was on Jacqueline with him when he taken me sailing for the first time. And I had a good time. You should consider hanging out with him, instead of playing video games all day."

"You see. All we do is scream at each other… no wonder I can't get a job… It's all of your fucking fault, Dad. Or, it's not… but it's your fault. I… I mean, I just want to impress you,"

"Is that what you call 'impress'?" Blake asked. "That was hella crazy back there,"

"By selling my boat and your cousin's bike to gangbangers?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Michael said, not amused with his son.

"Hey, since I'm the only one not in the car, I'll meet everyone there," Blake said butting in. She sped off away from them on her cherry red motorcycle to meet the rest of them at the Los Santos Customs by the airport.

As Blake waited for them, she was drinking a lemon lime soda while sitting on her motorcycle. She felt her iFruit phone vibrating as she taken out of her back pocket and place it up to her ear.

"Yo!"

"Blake, where are you? You're not at the house?"

"Lunch, I sorta… had to help with family,"

"Like what?"

"Helping Jimmy out of a dumbass situation," Blake said before looking to see the red convertible with Michael, Franklin, and Jimmy.

"What happened? What did he do?"

Blake smiled before they pulled up towards her.

"I'll explain more later,"

She hanged up her iFruit phone as she placed it back into her pants pocket. She grabbed her bike handles as she walked towards them.

"Get out and walk around," Michael complained as Jimmy started climbing over the seat after Franklin had slid into the driver's side.

"Look, man. I'm gonna get the ride fixed, man," Franklin said to Michael, elbowing Jimmy's butt out of his face.

"I'm heading to my friend's house," She announced.

"Alright, be back home soon, we'll talk about your actions,"

"Aww, come on," Blake moaned.

"Blakesleigh De Santa,"

"Fine,"

"You see," Jimmy raised his hands above his head.

"Fo' sho, man. Hey, sorry, we didn't get your boat, man,"

"Yeah," Michael climbed into the taxi and closed the door, as the taxi drove off.

"Hey, Frankie,"

"Yeah,"

"Thanks for saving me, when I jumped," Blake thanked him.

"No problem, Blake,"

"Give me your arm," Blake pulled out a black sharpie marker and grabbed his arm gently. She had the pen cap hanging from her mouth as she started writing down her name and phone number on his forearm.

"Give me a call sometime, maybe we can hang out. You know, maybe with my Uncle or with me…"

Jimmy laughed at Blake's sudden blushing.

She narrowed her turquoise blue eyes at him "Asswipe,"

"Bitch,"

She put up the middle finger at him. "Right here, buddy,"

Once Blake walked towards her motorcycle, she climbed onto it and wave to Franklin before speeding off down the road. When she noticed the taxi that her Uncle Michael was riding in the backseat, she used her horn to get his attention.

It caught his attention as he rolled down the window and waved to his niece driving away on her cherry red motorcycle.

So, that was Blake's second adventure with her Uncle Michael and Franklin. She had to get her motorcycle back, so she wouldn't be stuck in the house most of the time.

So, I thought of Jimmy taking her motorcycle to meet up with the gangbangers, taking both the yacht aka "Jacqueline" and Blake's motorcycle.

The next chapter will be the Marriage Counseling mission, and we will start it off with another part of Blake's past and also with our badass teenager, Blake Rose De Santa!

And also that song Michael was playing though his earbuds, that's my song! I love it so much!

If you have any questions, please don't be shy to PM me! I'm always around my phone… well, most of the times.