Blake was hanging out with her friends, Max and Lunch in Little Seoul. They were dressed up for them to go skateboarding and rollerblading at the skate park. Blake brought her a new skateboard, since she left her old one behind in Ludendorff. Max was using her rollerblades while Lunch decided to use her very own skateboard.

As they got off the big ramp, they decided to take to the extreme by grinding on a rail. Max went first as she was having a hard time keeping control of blades. Lunch went next as she grinded on the rail, until her wore out skateboard split in half, making her privates landed on the rail.

"Oh, fuck, Lunchables!" Max exclaimed, running towards her.

"Ahhhh! Ahhhh!" Lunch squealed out in pain, before she flipped upside down on the grinning rail.

"Damn, I felt that in my stomach," Blake said, as she ran towards the girl with pink streaks.

Max and Blake helped their friend, removed herself from the railing as they place her down on the concrete away from the rail.

"I'm lucky I ain't on my period," Lunch explained, before fixing her helmet. "Cause if that happens… the tampon would be goin' places,"

"Okay ," Blake and Max said slowly.

Now, it was Blake's turn as Max and Lunch move out of their way to see her grinding on the rail. Blake started moving on her skateboard, as she jumped up to make a flip trick, until she landed on the railing.

As she tries to keep control of her posture, until somebody was coming towards her. Her cyan blue eyes widened when she noticed her Uncle Michael was there until she fallen off the railing as well.

She landed on her back as she slowly grabbed her skateboard with her left foot.

"Oww, that hurt," Blake groaned before she raise her body up right to see Michael, Max, and Lunch walking towards the injured teen.

"You alright," Michael asked while on his knees, looking up and down at the dark haired teen with his aviator sunglasses. He noticed a few colorful Band-Aids on her legs and arms.

She didn't leave the house having those Band-Aids on. He counted six colorful Band-Aids on her body counting the one across her nose.

"Sweetie, you didn't have these on you," Michael explained, as two more skaters crowded around them. "You hurt? Do you have bruises on you?"

"Sweetie?" A male skater asked, when Blake and her friends looked up at him. "What a girly name,"

"Yeah," a female rollerblader agreed. "You must be Daddy's little girl,"

"Hey, someone's old man is here and she's a daddy's girl," the male skater announced, as the other skaters around the park was laughing at Blake.

"I am not a daddy's girl!" Blake hissed, standing up pushing Michael out of her way, in a fit of rage. "I'm a fuckin' tomboy for God sakes,"

She stood up, as she walked over to the railing ready to do it again.

"Blake," Michael hissed. "Come back here!"

"Make me, old fart!" Blake hissed back.

Blake was on the railing once again, until the female skater pushed her off the railing as her skateboard was flying in the air.

Everyone was looking at the flying skateboard as it hit Michael's face, making the ex-criminal earning a nosebleed and a scratch on his left cheek.

The skateboard ricocheted off of his face, as it was still flying. He fallen onto the concrete as Max and Lunch ran to his side, but Blake stayed on the ground watching her flying skateboard.

The other skaters were doing the same thing just like Blake, until the flying skateboard crash through the windshield of Michael's Obey Tailgater.

Blake slowly stood up as she covered her mouth with her hands.

Michael finally looked up to see the windshield of his black Obey Tailgater in glass shards with the alarms going off.

"Uh… I'm sorry," Blake slowly apologized.

"Well, the good news is, I completely embarrassed myself and my Uncle Michael while tryna impress everyone," Blake said in her mind. "The bad news is, I'm goin' to a hospital and then to jail,"

Michael, Blake, and Trevor were at a house in Vinewood Hills. Blake didn't recognize the place at it and she was definitely sure that this wasn't Franklin's new home. She overheard from Michael that Franklin has moved out of his aunt's house which a great fucking thing that her secret boyfriend has ever done.

Since, Blake and Franklin's aunt didn't get along in the very beginning. But she hopes one day to that she will get to see his new home, when she's not grounded.

Blake removed her red headphones over her ears and place it around her neck, walking with Michael and Trevor to the front doors.

"Where are we? And whose place is this?"

"You'll see," Michael replied, looking at her teal colored eyes. "Be patience,"

Blake rolled her eyes, before placing her red headphones back over her pierced ears, as it played the next song on her iFruit phone.

"What is this?" Trevor asked.

"It's a thing," Michael explained. "You said you wanted work,"

"Uh-huh,"

Michael knocked on the door.

"Yes,"

"Hi," Blake greeted.

"Hello," Michael greeted.

"Whoa…" Trevor walked closer to get a better look at the woman who answered the door. "Hello,"

"Aww, not this again," Blake mumbled to herself.

"Uh, we're looking for Mr. Madrazo,"

"Who the fuck you say?" Blake asked.

"Patricia, let them fucking in,"

Martin Madrazo's voice was heard from the inside of his house, as Blake slowly back away. Michael turned his head to see Blake slowly backing away, as it caught his attention.

"Deuces!" Blake said while having two fingers up to her chest.

As she turned around to walk back to the Obey Tailgater, Michael grabbed her and her backpack and pulled her into the house along with Trevor.

"Right this way,"

As they walked into the house, Martin chuckled upon their arrival. Blake stay behind Michael as she was still afraid of him, while having her music turned down with her red headphones around her neck where her black choker necklace is.

"It's good to see you again, Michael,"

"Likewise,"

"And Blake, you look different,"

"Yeah… whatever, sir," Blake said, not looking up at him.

"This is my friend, Trevor, and he's Blake's other uncle,"

"Please, have a seat,"

The group sat down the couch as Blake sat in the middle between Michael and Trevor.

"So, why don't you tell your friend or uncle all about me,"

"Martin is a dear old friend of mine," Michael lied.

Blake giggled quietly, covering her mouth.

"The truth,"

"Martin is a terrible psychopath who tried to kill me and Blake,"

"Why did you add me into the picture?" Blake asked.

"You were defending me,"

"Fuck," Blake sweared, not looking at Uncle Michael.

"I'll tell you what happened, Uncle T," Blake stood up from the couch as she was ready to tell the story. "Me, Uncle Michael, and Frankie were chasing after this tennis coach and Uncle M's idea was pulled down the house that he believes that he was living in. But it turns out, Martin Madrazo owns that house in the hills and he…"

Blake turned around to face Michael as he was narrowing his eyes, to make her sit down and shut the fuck up. So, Blake slow down her story, as she slowly sat back down.

"And… I'm just gonna be quit and shut up," she announced, before looking at Martin Madrazo.

"So, why did bring us here to your lovely home," Blake asked.

"Well, Blake, Michael, you know my cousin,"

"Your cousin?" Blake said, confused. Martin pretended he had an invisible bat in his hand, but the dark haired teen got the picture. "Oh, the one with the bat,"

"Yes, Blake, and somehow he's trying to testify against me,"

"So, have him killed," Michael suggested.

"I'm going to," Martin replied. "By you,"

"Him?" Blake pointed to Michael.

"Our debt is settled, beside I just put Blake back into school not long ago,"

"Uh, hello," Trevor raised his hand. "What's the deal here?"

"This is him," Martin showed a picture of his cousin on his iFruit pad. "Javier. He flying off to Liberty City. He is taking some of my files. Innocent files. That's what I want back,"

"There is a gun set up in the hills," Martin explained. "I have a man watching from the airport. He will let you know when it flies by,"

"Uh… ok then," Blake stood up from the couch, before looking at her uncles. "Let's go blow up some shit,"

Blake walked towards the front door, as Patricia returned with the drinks. She grabbed a glass of whiskey, before taking a sip of it, before placing it back on the tray. Michael and Trevor followed their niece, as they can hear Martin arguing with his wife in Spanish.

Once they were outside of the house, Blake turned around to face them. "They almost reminded me of you and Aunt Amanda. And Amanda had the balls then you,"

"Get in the car," Michael simply said to Blake.

Blake followed her uncle's instructions, leaving him and Trevor behind.

Once Michael climb back into his car where Blake was waiting in the passenger side, they watch as Trevor drove off in his Canis Bodhi before leaving the driveway of Martin Madrazo's home.

"Y'know what, I should pop your little ass, again,"

"What did I do now?" Blake asked. "I was acting nice to him. Hell, he was the guy that tried to kill me and you, right in front of Frankie. You should be fuckin' lucky that I defended you when he came to the house,"

"Thanks, I really appreciate that, Blake,"

"Really?" Blake asked. "Do you mean it? Even though…"

"I understand, sweetheart,"

Blake heard her iFruit phone ringing through her red headphones as she pulled the cord out of her phone and answer the call, before placing it on speaker phone.

"Uncle T?"

"Yo, I got some poor bastard's dirt bike!"

"Okay, we ain't at the observatory yet, so start heading there now,"

By the way I understood why Uncle M took me to that guy's house,"

"Understood what?" Blake asked. "That psychopath almost tried to kill me and Uncle Michael and on top of that he ran over my bike two times. I have to have a funeral for my bike in the garage with my friends,"

"What is it? We gotta work for him," Michael asked.

"We don't gotta work for him, but I read you loud and clear, especially Blake,"

"What the flipping fuck?" Blake said, confused.

"What do you mean?" Michael asked.

"All those Aztec stuff. All those weird looking artifacts,"

"What?" Blake and Michael said together.

"Listen, perverts will pay anything for hope,"

"We ain't casing the joint,"

"Look we just got to do this job so we can go on with our miserable lives," Blake explained. "Beside once we're done, I won't have to worry about him no more and his psychopathic ass,"

"He didn't agree on the fee of pay,"

"I don't care about the money right now," Blake said.

"Look, the guy lives well, it doesn't mean we have to case the joint," Michael said.

"You don't get a wife like that when you're rich and an asshole, Michael,"

"The fuck?"

"Y'know what?" Blake asked. "Bye. Deuces! I'm hanging up!"

Blake ended the phone call as she pulled her feet up and they landed on Michael's dashboard.

"Put your feet down in my car," Michael hissed. "Don't make me reminded you about what happened over last week,"

"You punished Tracey and Jimmy like that?"

"No, even though their my kids and-"

"Oh, so you treat me like crap, like my Mom did to me?"

"It ain't like that," Michael explained. "You were such a sweet kid, but you'd had a few difficulties while growing up in Ludendorff,"

"I know, it was hard for me,"

"Especially for Carter and all of us,"

As they arrive at Galileo's Observatory, Michael noticed the black van hidden away from the place.

"I see the van with the gun in it, are you there,"

"Shoot the plane down and I'll be ready,"

Blake and Michael climbed out of the car, as they climbed into the black van together.

"T, if you can see this gun, it might convince you Martin Madrazo ain't someone to be messing with,"

"The fancier the gun, the bigger the pussy who owit. Now take down the jet!"

Blake was outside of the black van looking through the binoculars, as she noticed a plane jet coming towards them.

"The plane! The plane! I see it!" Blake pointed it out, before climbing back into the van.

Michael aimed and shot at the plane's left engine, as Blake look through the binoculars to see it slow and going down. It only taken multiple shots for Michael to shoot it down as it was slowly descending.

"Uncle T, it's your turn!" Blake announced through the headset.

"You see it, planes coming down, can you stay with it?" Michael announced.

"Hey, we're plugged into Air Traffic Control Channel. Keep us updated!" Blake announced.

"Okey doke!"

"Artichokie!" Blake said.

Blake and Michael were listening to Trevor and Air Traffic Control, they were hoping that Trevor can catch up to the plane and get the files so they can finish their job.

The fallen plane flown through Sandy Shores as Trevor was catching up to it on the dirt bike. Blake was giggling quietly, as he can hear the plane pilot swearing about how they were going to land the plane. But she knew it was real life and it was going to be deadly for them. Even though this was a dangerous job that she never wanted to do ever again.

She never had the chance to tell Michael about doing the dangerous jobs, so she thought that now will be the perfect time to tell him.

"Uncle Michael, can I talk to you about something?"

"What now?" Michael asked.

"Uh.. it's about… me… and I was wondering if I can-"

"They're in the dirt," Trevor announced.

"Dang it!" Blake sweared.

"Good. Get the files and if the cousin made it, take him out,"

"Sure thing, but seriously bro- coming all the way out here. We gotta get paid," Trevor suggested.

"Just do the job, I'll get us paid down the road," Michael said.

As Blake drove the black van away from Galileo's Observatory, Michael told her to stop right here in a dirt path so they can destroy the van together. The two of them both had jerry cans filled with gasoline as they went around the van together pouring the gasoline around it.

Once they were away from the van, Michael shoot the line of gasoline as the fire travel around the black van and destroyed right in front of them. Michael covered his niece as he protected her from the explosion.

As they got away from the explosion, Michael told Blake to call her Uncle Trevor. She pulled out her phone and dialed his number, until he answered while having it on speaker phone.

"There has been a change of plans, you don't need to come up to the ranch, meet me at Stoner Cement Works," Trevor explained. "A little up Senora Road from there,"

Michael taken Blake's phone from out of her hand, as she tried to break into the nearest car.

"What are you doing, Trevor ," Michael asked, while Blake was trying to hotwire the car until it finally started. Blake was in the driver's seat as Michael was in the passenger side of the black car.

"Nothing, that you wouldn't do,"

Blake heard her phone going off letting her know that her uncle hanged up.

"What has he done now?" Blake asked, backing up.

"I don't know, Blake," Michael replied. "But whatever it is, it ain't pretty,"

As Blake drove down the road to the place where Trevor told them where to meet, she had a funny feeling that her uncle has done something to Martin Madrazo. Trevor was still worried about his pay and how is he going to get it, so that was circling in Blake's mind at the moment. But, Blake and Michael won't know until they get there to see what he has done.

Once they arrive at Senora Road waiting for Trevor to arrive, they notice a black SUV coming towards them as it stopped. Trevor was in the driver's seat as he climbed out to greet Blake and Michael.

"The fuck has happened?!" Michael asked. "Why you have his car?"

"Piece of turd. No wonder he is stabbing people in the back,"

"Uncle T, are you cereal?! What have you done?"

"Trevor, answer the fucking question!" Michael demanded.

I asked for a fair day's pay, after a fair day's work," Trevor explained. He got a little angry, so I got a little angry too,"

"Did you kill him?" Michael asked.

"What kind of fucking animal do you take me for?" Trevor asked. "No I did not kill him,"

"Then, who's tied up in the back?" Blake asked, looking through the window.

"I kidnapped his wife!" Trevor opened up the back trunk of the SUV as it revealed Patricia tied up.

"Holy Christ!" Blake exclaimed. "What the fuck?!"

"Oh shit!" Michael exclaimed. "Oh no!"

"Why?!" Blake cried. "Now we're on a wanted list! I'm the youngest kidnapper ever in fuckin' teen and criminal history!"

"The fuck did you do?!" Michael asked.

"I guess we're going to have to you know lay low for a little while, until Martin comes up with a solution," Trevor suggested, as he carried Patricia and put her in the front passenger seat.

"But, what about my fuckin' life?!" Blake screamed. "It's been fucked up, thanks to you!"

She turned around to face Michael. "And him!"

Blake slowly breathes in and out, as she tries her best to calm down.

"What do we do now?" Michael asked.

"Why do you pop in the back with Blake. Patricia already called shotgun. And I know a little place where we can all be together,"

"Where?" Blake simply asked.

"Sandy Shores. Home of Trevor Philips Industries,"

As the drive to Sandy Shores was quiet, Blake rested her head down on Michael's lap, while she sobbed quietly. Michael can her Blake crying softly, as he looked down to see tears coming out of her closed eyes. He guided his finger to her fallen tear as he wiped it off.

"She's too fuckin' old to be crying, M," Trevor said. "She needs to learn how to suck it up,"

"T, you'll never understand what she's been though," Michael replied. "Macey gave her scars and bruises that she'll remember forever. She's a lucky kid to made it out alive,"

"I guess was being too harsh on her," Trevor said.

"You think," Michael asked, before looking back down at his still sobbing niece.

Michael reached down and place a kiss on the side of her forehead, as she stopped sobbing and tries to hold it in. Her small hand was searching for something, as Michael grabbed it while it was in the air. Blake's hand grips onto it as she felt relaxed.

A small smile was placed on her lips, as Michael did the same as well.

Blake slowly open her eyes and she realize that she was in a bed. It was a messy, looking like one of those motel rooms that people usually go when they have sex and the next morning they leave it out dirty. She was in the dark bedroom as there was a light going on the other room, until she realized she wasn't alone in the bedroom.

She heard someone shifting on the right side of the bed, and she looked to see someone wearing a white tank top and he was covering himself with the comforter.

Michael was under the covers with her as he kept his distance away from the dark haired teen.

As she noticed him she decides to be quiet. It was really strange for him to be sleeping in the same bed with his niece, but somehow he was tired after having a long day with Trevor's insanity with Martin Madrazo.

As Blake was having a hard time going back to sleep she noticed something on his right shoulder of Michael's back. There was something etch in black ink of his shoulder blade.

She decides to get a closer look without waking the ex-criminal. She slowly lift up the strap of his white tank top to see that Michael had a hidden tattoo. She tries to find her iFruit phone in the dark as it was under her pillow. She tapped the screen twice and open the menu bar in turn on the flashlight on her phone. The flash of the camera lens was shining brightly as Blake tries to cover it up. She moved the flashlight two his left shoulder blade to get a better look at the tattoo. She can only see very little as she tries to guess what it was.

She noticed a clip of an angel's wing and it was sideways. Blake's angel wing tattoo wasn't sideways, like Michael's hidden tattoo. It was upright on her left forearm. And then she notice some words underneath the angel's wing.

"B-L-A-K-E-S-L-E-I-G-H," Blake tries to spell out quietly, until she recognizes that it was her full first name.

Underneath her first name was something else written in cursive. She didn't recognize it in the dark as she was having a hard time trying to be quiet while controlling the flashlight on her iFruit phone.

So, she decided to take a quick picture of it and save it onto her iFruit phone hoping that she can have a better look of it. When she pressed the application for the camera, she taken two quick pictures as her iFruit phone started to make noise. Michael shifted once more after when he heard a camera clicking.

"Oh shit," Blake sweared, quietly.

She hidden her iFruit phone underneath her pillow, as she pretended like she was asleep when she flopped down onto the bed looking at the left side of the bedroom.

Michael raises his body upright before checking on his niece. He's believing that she was still asleep and might be having a nightmare which made her move a lot. He noticed some of her long black curls were covering her face as her blue eyes were still open. His large fingers move some of the curls out of her face before he placed a loving kiss on her right cheekbone, hoping that she'll be more relaxed while having her nightmare.

When Blake heard Michael finally lying down and going back to sleep, she pulled out her iFruit phone and turn down the brightness of it. She went into the photos application to have a better look at the tattoo. Once she finally look at two pictures, she never got a better clear of them since she did them quick. The first one and the second one was covering up some of the tattoo as her index finger was partially covering the lens.

She can only see the clip of the angel's wing, her name, and the date of her birthday, but her index finger was covering one more line of the tattoo, which was the middle part between her name and birthday.

"Little angel?" Blake whispered quietly. Her index finger was covering the first word before little angel.

But what was it? Was it Michael's little angel? Or Uncle's little angel?

Whatever it is on the hidden tattoo on his left shoulder, she will never know what it is.

All she knew that he had a tattoo of his only niece, Blake forever etched onto his skin.

So, now Blake, Trevor, and Michael are now in Sandy Shores hiding away from Martin Madrazo. Will Blake get used to this desert place away from the city or she'll go crazy at her two uncles? Or will something or someone will tell her to come back home?

Blake somehow found a tattoo hidden on Michael's left shoulder blade. What was the meaning of the tattoo of Michael calling Blake his little angel?

We have finally reached halfway through the story, but I can't wait to make more chapters of Blake's Journey in Los Santos! There will be more surprises and secrets revealed in the story than ever!