Blake was looking out the window of her Uncle Michael's black Obey Tailgater, as her eyes were dazzled by all the bright lights and expensive stores of the city of Los Santos. She mostly kept quiet during the trip to her new home, until they pulled up to the gate which leads to Michael's house.

Her Uncle Michael had money after his final heist in North Yankton. She was amazed of how beautiful and grand the house was as Michael put his black Obey Tailgater in park.

"Here we are, Blake," Michael announced.

Blake was looking at the house as she kept quiet.

Michael climbed out of his black Obey Tailgater as Blake does the same as well. She placed her backpack through her shoulders as she watched Michael walked towards the front doors. She followed him, before he opened the front doors to see the inside of the house.

"Hey, your dad's back," he announced.

No one answered to his call.

He didn't see Tracey or Amanda's car in the driveway or not even his son's SUV.

He was home alone with the quiet teen.

"Uncle Michael, um where's everyone?"

"Ah, they probably out for a awhile, they won't be back until later on for dinner,"

Blake looked down at her own two feet as she looked shy in front of him.

"Hey,"

Blake raised her head. "Yeah,"

He placed his hands on her shoulders. "Don't worry, you're safe now, no one ain't going to harm you anymore,"

Blake smiled. "Ok," she whispered.

"Let me show you to your room," Michael led her upstairs to the two story part of the house. He made a quick left turn as Blake does the same, until they came across a closed door. He opened the door as Blake was the first person to walk in. It was guest bedroom that she will be taking for now on. She looked around the room as she study her new surroundings.

"Will this work," Michael asked.

"Yeah, it will," Blake smiled before she turned around to see her uncle's smile. She walked towards him and gave him a quick hug, resting her head close to his chest. "Thank you,"

"If you need anything, please let me know," Michael held onto the door handle before he closed it, leaving Blake alone in her new bedroom.

Once she was alone, she threw her backpack on the bed as she untie her black hoodie from her waistline, before placing it onto the bed as well. As she digged inside her backpack, she pulled out the murder weapon that killed Macey Rose. She held onto it as she removed the clip, to look at the part that held the bullets in.

She didn't show any emotion, until she felt something inside that was consuming her.

Determination.

"No one won't take away my happiness now," Blake said to herself, before placing the gun's clip back into the semi automatic pistol.

"Blake?… Blake?… Blakesleigh!"

Blake snapped her turquoise blue eyes open as she realized that she was at Lunch's apartment on Strawberry Avenue. She and her besties Max and Lunch decided to have a study date at her Lunch's mother's home which happens to be a shitty apartment away from 'the hood'.

Max was calling her name as she looked at brown haired shoulder length hair and brown eyes girl as she was trying to get attention to answer her.

"Blake, you have been spacing out for the five minutes," Max told her. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, M," Blake replied, before moving some of her sharp black hair behind her ear, looking down at her chemistry textbook on about the periodic table. "Where were we?"

"Girl, are you still thinking about your old man?" Lunch asked.

"Yeah," she lied, before looking at her iFruit phone to check the time. It was already 5:47 pm. She told her Uncle Michael and Aunt Amanda that she will be home around six, and it was getting close to the time.

Blake closed her textbook, as she stood up from the pink bean bag chair. "I have to go now," she announced.

Max stood up from the green bean bag chair. "I need to go too, my mom's picking me up at Blake's house, so she taking me on her motorcycle,"

"Yeah, ya'll better go, since I didn't provide the party favors like beer or weed," Lunch said as she stood up from her bed.

Blake and Max laughed at Lunch's comment.

As Blake and Max walked towards the motorcycle, the girls heard a dog barking as they turned to their right to see a large rottweiler with a green collar coming towards them. It immediately scared Max, but Blake was wide-eyed at the dog as he stopped in front of her. Blake bend down to pet him as he relaxed against her touch.

"Hey, boy, where'd you come from?" Blake asked.

"Chop!"

Blake heard that voice before. She looked up to see Franklin running towards her and Chop.

"Eh, Blake,"

"Hey, Frankie," Blake smiled. "Is this your dog?"

"No, he my boy's dog," Franklin replied. "His name Chop,"

"Why is he called that?"

"Because he would bite the shit out of someone,"

Blake laughed at that joke, until she heard her friend Max clearing her throat.

"Oh, Frankie, this is one of my friends, her name is Max,"

"Wassup, Max,"

"Nothing much. Blakie hasn't told me or Lunch about you,"

Blake stood in front of Max.

"It's because I met him the other day," Blake replied. "He was… visiting my Uncle Michael,"

"Yeah, I was, before she-"

"Max, should we head to my house?" Blake had to cut off Franklin. She didn't want Franklin to say in front of her friend that she aimed her nine millimeter semi automatic pistol at him, while he was taking Jimmy's SUV to the car dealership.

"Yeah, it getting late," Max said slowly, before hopping onto the back of Blake's cherry red motorcycle.

"You on yo' way to yo' uncle's house?" Franklin asked her.

"Uh, yeah," Blake replied with her arms crossed. "I really need to get home or else I won't hear the last of Uncle Michael,"

"Shit, I was on my way to his crib, anyway,"

"Oh, ok," Blake said suddenly. "Well, follow me, then,"

She turned away to hide her blushing, before walking towards her motorcycle.

"Chop, go home," he told the large rottweiler as he left him to return back home.

Blake places on her motorcycle helmet as she started up her motorcycle and started driving down the street, until she stopped upon a red light. She heard a car coming from behind her as she and Max turned around to see Franklin driving his white Bravado Buffalo.

Max smiled before she turned around to look at Blake's motorcycle helmet. She had her eyes on the road, until Max started talking to the dark haired teen.

"Do you like him?"

"What?" Blake said suddenly, before turning her head sideways to look at Max. "No, no, I don't like him. I like him as a friend, since he's knows my Uncle,"

"Ok, whatever you say, Blake De Santa," Max said in a sing song voice. "Somehow, you were blushing in front of him,"

"Maxie J," Blake hissed by using her other nickname, beside Max. "He's like twenty five, why would I fall in love with him, since I'm like almost seventeen years old. Me and him are like seven years apart,"

The light turned green as Blake drove down the rode on her motorcycle.

"So, what?" Max replied. "My mom is like nine years apart from my Daddy and you don't see them complaining,"

"Whatever, if I want to hear something like, I want to hear it from out of Lunchables' mouth,"

"Maybe I should call her,"

"Forget you and your old ass parents,"

Max laughed at Blake's comment.

Max felt something hard on Blake's back as she was confused at first, before asking her.

"Hey, what's this on your back?"

"Nothing, Maxie J," Blake replied. "Just only protection,"

"Like condoms?"

"Fuck off!"

Once they arrive in front of the De Santa's residents, Blake and Max heard glass breaking as they looked up to see the tennis coach jumping out of the window of the master bedroom where Michael and Amanda share.

"Who is that?" Max asked while Blake stopped her bike with her right foot. She slowly taken off her motorcycle helmet as she dropped it onto the ground.

"That's the tennis coach," Blake replied. "What the fuck is he doing?"

"Make that 'what the fuck is he wearing'? Max said as they looked at the tennis coach who was only just wearing leopard underwear. He looked like he was in a hurry but terrified.

"I pay that turd a hundred and fifty dollars for you to fuck a prick in my bed?!"

Franklin ran towards the two girls who were watching the tennis coach trying to escape out of the driveway. The trio walked towards the front doors to see Michael coming down the stairs first while Amanda was following him wearing nothing but only a towel wrapped around her body.

"Yo, what was that back there," Max laughed pointing to the red car.

"What's going on?" Franklin asked Michael who was already angry at the moment.

"Get out of my way, Blake," Michael hissed, before the dark haired teen turned around to face them.

"Aunt Amanda, what the fuck you done now," Blake asked.

"Your aunt fucked a prick in my bed,"

"It was all just a big misunderstanding, Blake," Amanda said.

Blake heard metal scraping against the stone driveway as she ran outside to see that the tennis coach ran over her bike and the front tire was rolling out of the driveway and onto the streets.

"Motherfucker ran over my bike!" Blake hissed. "My baby!"

"You in," Michael asked Franklin.

"Fuck it, I'm in,"

"I'm right behind you," Blake said angrily before turning around to face her Aunt Amanda and Max. "You stay here, until your ride gets here,"

She looked at her Aunt Amanda. "How could you?!"

"Don't look at me like that, Blake,"

Blake ran off to join her Uncle Michael and Franklin.

"Just don't hurt him!" Amanda yelled, before Max walked into the house.

"Don't worry," Blake lied.

As Blake climbed into the backseat, Michael slammed down on the accelerator pedal to drive the white Bravado Bison out of the driveway, avoiding Blake's motorcycle which was in pieces now.

"This truck yours?" Franklin asked.

"No, guy's doing some work, don't worry he'll get it back He might have a dead body hooked onto it,"

"Oooo, when I get my hands on him, I swear-"

"Relax, Blake, I got this," Michael said. "I'll pay for the bike to get it fix,"

"No, I want him to fix it," Blake hissed. "I want that leopard panty wearing motherfucker to pay for the repairs,"

"Alright, I get it now,"

"So, we killing this dude?" Franklin asked.

"He'll wish he was dead. Is that a problem?"

"Shit, a dog shouldn't shit in another dog's kennel,"

"Exactly. People have been shitting in my kennel for too long,"

They were right behind him on Picture Perfect Drive, until a van has blocked them. Michael slammed onto the brakes.

"Man, what the hell?" Blake hissed.

"The fuck is he doing?" Michael asked.

"Hey! Get out of the way." Franklin yelled out the window. "Man, I think we lost his ass,"

"Motherfucker," Michael hissed.

"Ain't this a bitch," Blake hissed.

"He lives somewhere up in the canyon, don't worry we'll find him,"

As Michael drive up to the canyon, Blake noticed some tire tracks as she pointed it out before he made a right turn.

"Eh, he live in one of these houses?"

"That's his car, right there,"

"Look, he's up there," Blake pointed it out.

"Oh shit, coach doin' well for himself,"

"Yeah, he must have money for my motorcycle repairs,"

Michael rolled down the window. "Hey, asshole, you ran off before we can settle our debts,"

"Michael, Blake, you got the wrong idea,"

"How did that asshole know my name?" Blake asked.

"Blake, remember this: banging married woman is not a hobby or not a profession,"

As they exit out of the Bravado Bison, Michael was the first person to talk to Franklin and Blake.

"Blake, I want you and Frank to tie the cable around one of those, so I can pull down his deck,"

"Are you for reals, Uncle Michael,"

"Man, you really goin to be this fuckin dramatic?"

"That guy pulled down our marriage,"

"Well, shit," Blake agreed with the idea as she climbed into the back of the Bison and slowly pulled out the cable as Franklin walked towards one of the poles to wrapped around it. Once he hooked it up, he alerted Michael as he kept yelling at the tennis coach.

"You come into my house, take my money, and nail my wife? Are you fucking kidding me?!"

"And you also destroy my bike, which it was my only ticket out of the house, you leopard panty wearing asshole!" Blake hissed at him. "I expect to have my money in my hands for you to pay the motherfuckin' damages!"

"Blakesleigh, get back in the truck with Frank," Michael commanded her, as she walked towards it, but the dark haired teen kept watching. "I'll handle this,"

"I'm going to stick my hand and say my bad, bud. Seriously,"

"How fucking magnanimous." Michael said, sarcastically. "Hey, Blake, let's offer him our applause… You fucking motherfucker!"

"Dude!"

"Let's see how you like it when someone fucks with your shit!"

"Yeah, what he said!" Blake yelled.

Blake climbed back into the backseat as Michael climbed into the driver's side. She turned her body around to see the action in front of her. As Michael slammed his foot against the accelerator pedal, he and Franklin were looking behind while Blake was doing the same thing.

"Come on, Uncle Michael!"

"Dude, you are properly crazy,"

Blake watched as the whole front deck of the expensive house crumble down to the ground. They saw furniture, chairs, paintings, and even a futon bed fallen out of the other half of the house.

"Are you serious, nigga?!"

"That was so awesome, Uncle Michael!"

"Fuckin' A! Let's see how he likes it,"

"Whoa, man, fuck!"

"Fuck him. And fuck his deck!"

"Yo, I am going to tell Max and Lunch about this!" Blake said happily.

"Yeah, you tell them that your uncle kicked ass,"

As Michael drove out of the canyon road, he heard his iFruit phone ringing as he answers it.

"Mr. De Santa, what the hell? That's not my house!"

"Bullshit,"

"Oh, come on, bro, I couldn't afford a place like that. I hit balls for living, I was just hiding there,"

"Give me phone! You! You're a dead man! Green light! Green light! Martin Madrazo, give you green light!"

"Oh, I'm scared, lady. Just fucking terrified,"

When Michael hanged up his iFruit phone, Blake and Franklin looked at him.

"Green light! Green light! Martin Madrazo, fuck you!" the ex-criminal imitated the woman who was on the phone.

"Whoa! Homie. Martin. Martin Madrazo?"

"Wait, did I hear him before somewhere?" Blake asked.

"That's what she said,"

"Uh, yo, I…" Blake looked behind her. "I think you better take us home quick,"

"Why, who is he?" Michael asked.

"Dude's a kingpin, man you better hope…"

Suddenly, Blake turned back around to see two black SUV's hitting their accelerators as the dark haired teen immediately duck and cover onto the back seats. Franklin turned around to see Blake covering her ears, until he heard bullets hitting the Bravado Bison.

"Yo, we got some mean looking eses behind us,"

"Frank, try to shoot them, I'll get us out of this,"

Blake stayed covering her eyes and ears as she felt the Bison trying to swerve and miss every bullet, while her uncle was doing his best to get them out of this predicament he has cause. She opens her eyes to see Franklin aiming his gun out the passenger side window, while shooting his pistol.

Blake couldn't take it anymore. Being the helpless victim. She wanted to be strong just like her father. But all she can do is just stay down and be a sweet and innocent girl, waiting for the bad guys to go away. Like with her mother, Macey Rose.

"Blakesleigh Rose Grant,"

"Daddy," she whimpered softly.

"Is that what type of girl, I raised into this world?" Carter Grant's voice was heard in Blake's mind. "What did I say about always being brave,"

"Being brave comes from the heart, not in the mind," a four year old Blake and her teen voice was mixed together.

"That's right, my sweetheart,"

She remembered that quote from her father when she was young back in North Yankton and it was also inscribed in the letter that he wrote for her, before he disappeared to do his final heist.

Now, she felt her anger boiling inside of her just like it happened over half a year ago when she used the gun to save herself against her mother. She took a stand by reaching for her gun hiding in the back of her school skirt. Raising her arm up at the back of the window, she immediately shoot three bullets from the semi automatic pistol.

The first bullet landing in the back of the Bison.

The second bullet landed in the street.

And the third bullet was lodged into the driver's throat, making him dead within a millisecond.

Blake has shot the driver in the last black SUV that was following them. Her courage was building up as she looked at the back of the window to see if there was anymore of them following.

"I… I did it," Blake said surprised before looking down at the gun she had close to her. She held onto it tightly in her hands, as she said a silent prayer.

Michael and Franklin were amazed.

"Eh, since when you learn how to shoot like that?" Franklin asked.

"I… I don't know, it just came naturally,"

"Well, you two did great,"

"Um, ok,"

"Thanks… I guess,"

"Don't get defensive, go to a shooting range and practice on your aim," Michael suggested. "Blake, you should have kept your head down, but I'm proud of you. Next time, I'll take you one day to practice,"

As they arrived back at the De Santa household, Blake was the first one to get out as she lifted up her crushed motorcycle before dropping it back down onto the stone driveway.

"Goodbye, my cherry red baby," She silently cried. "You never had the chance to be in a high speed chase,"

She walked towards the front doors where Michael and Franklin were waiting for her, until the gate opened as another black SUV ran over her cherry red motorcycle once again.

"Why?!" Blake landed on her knees. Tears were now coming out her turquoise blue eyes as she looked up at the night sky.

She looked at the front of the black SUV as tears was slowly coming down her cheeks, until she recognizes someone from Weasel News.

"Oh, shit," Blake immediately stood on her knees, running towards her Uncle Michael. "It's him,"

"Do you know who I am?" He asked. It was him. Martin Madrazo in the flesh. "Do you know who the fuck I am?! Do you?"

"No!" Michael replied.

"Uncle Michael, it's him," Blake whispered.

"I know who you are. I know where you live,"

"Who are you," Martin pointed to the dark haired teen.

"I'm Blakesleigh, but people called me Blake, Mr. Madrazo,"

"You,"

"I'm Franklin,"

"Do you two who I am?"

"I think Martin Madrazo," Franklin asked while Blake nodded.

"License,"

Blake pulled out her license from her shoulder bag as Franklin pulled his out from his back pocket. He gave him his license as he waited for Blake to give up hers.

Blake walked towards them. "It's not a good picture, it was taken early in the morning, sir,"

She gave her license to him as she ran back towards her Uncle Michael.

"Now, Franklin, Blake, why don't you tell Michael all about me,"

"Uncle Michael," Blake walked in front of Martin as she stood next to Franklin. "Mr. Madrazo is a legitimate businessman,"

"On the news, he was wrongfully accused for running a Mexican gang and a narcotic drug, but the charges were dropped when the witnesses become… missing,"

"And by missing, he meant," Blake finished her sentence by using her thumb to make slit across her throat.

"Smart kids,"

"Now, Michael," he grabbed the baseball bat from one of his men. "I got a question for you,"

Martin hit Michael with the baseball bat as he yelped in pain, landing on the stone concrete.

"Uncle Michael," Blake immediately ran to his side, as she fallen to her knees. "Wait, he has an explanation, Mr. Madrazo,"

"I thought the owner was banging my wife,"

"Well, that was a strange place for a tennis coach to be in living in,"

"I wasn't thinking straight,"

"Clearly,"

"Look, look here," Blake stood up. "Is there any other way that we can repaid for this? Like, for example not killing my uncle, sir,"

"Well, he can rebuild for the repairs, somewhere at two point five million,"

"That's a whole lot of cheddar," Blake said amazed.

"Sure, I'll pay,"

Blake looked down at her Uncle Michael as he was slowly getting up, while still laying on the ground.

"Great,"

Before Blake waved to them, Michael received spit in the face from the woman who was on the phone yelling at him, as he wiped his face off. "Well, that's nice,"

"Bitch," Blake muttered, before she watched the black SUV backed out of the driveway, running over the back wheel of her motorcycle once more.

"Come on!" Blake screamed.

She came back to reality as she helped her uncle up off of the ground.

"Damn, you alright,"

"Never better,"

"So, what are we going to do now,"

"Looks like I'm going to have postponed my retirement," Michael said before looking at Blake. "I have to stop paying for you to go school at the academy,"

"So, I don't care about school," Blake said. "All that matters is that… I have exactly… two thousand dollars left in my bank account from my Daddy and-"

"That's not going to be enough, Blake," Michael cut her off. "I'm already mortgage up to my eyeballs. I know a way to make money, but I'm going to have to find him,"

"Is it my Daddy? Do you know where he is?"

"No, Blakesleigh, it's not him," Michael replied. "Lester. He's somewhere in the city. I'm going to have to make a call to him. Get in the house,"

Blake nodded before she climbed up the stairs to the front doors. She turned around and wave to Franklin. "Bye, Frankie, see ya soon,"

"Alright, Blake,"

She walked into the house without another word. She closed the front doors to the house, leaving the two men outside. A smile was curled up on her lips.

"He's going to do it! Uncle Michael is going to do another heist! No matter what, I want to be in that heist too. Someday… I want to be just like my Daddy too!"

So, let's have a moment of silence as we pray for Blake's cherry red motorcycle….

I had to replay this mission, since I was having a hard time remembering it.

Thank you, Grand Theft Auto V for being such an awesome game for me to enjoy! There will be more original characters from Blake's past and more on about her past. And also how did the first three months of her life in Los Santos changed her.

You see that I am following the story missions as I created her into the chapters, if you love it how I fitted her in! Then sit back and relax enjoy Blake's badass journey in Los Santos and also finding her long lost father, Carter Grant.