2013:
My name is Sally Lucia.
And how did may life get to this?
My mother is dead, my father should may as well be fuckin dead. And my sister, she left to Liberty City to avoid dad. I don't blame her. What animal tries to rape his daughter. I told Dash to keep me on email, but rather then that, I never see her anymore.
She says a drug dealer named Elizabeth Torris gave her a job. One of the men even saved her life in an gun fight. Poor guy died in a hospital, she's pretty shaken up. She never lost someone before, even when she barely knew him. Only wish I could be there for her. But Dash says it's best I'm not, it's not the place for me. She's shocked she's not dead yet.
But that was nearly 5 years ago.
Now things are better for her.. Well, not really, she lost Kate, another sister figure, after I left. But other than that.. Yeah, seems good for her. Poor Kate though, hope she's in a better place.
But anyway. About me.
I have Franklin.
Franklin Clinton.
It's funny really, 5 years ago Franklin had a gun to my head. I tried breaking into his house, I forget why, but I remember him having tied me to a chair and held a gun to my head. But he couldn't shoot me. Said he saw the fear in my eyes, and it gave him second thoughts, and he let me go.
And now.
Franklyn is the big brother I never had.
Frankyln loves me, not romantically though.. Though ... I wish he did.. I think I love him that way to be honest. I think I finally started confirming that for myself. I tell Dash about it. She wants to meet him.
I joking told her "only if I meet Packie first".
"Sally"
The sudden voice broke me out of my thoughts, I looked over and saw Franklin.
I was sitting on his aunts couch, I sleep there when his aunt is away. Which seems to be a lot actually.
"The boss wants us, come on" he said.
I nodded, slipped some of the water bottle I was drink was drinking and followed him as he drove us to the car dealer.
"Hey Simeon, what's going on?" Franklin asked, as he and I entered the Premium Deluxe Motorsport, owned by the crooked salesmen, Simeon Yetarian.
"My boy.. So good to see you, so good" Simeon said.
"What about me?" I asked.
"Sure, I guess" Simeon said, barely noticing me.
"Yeah, look, man... Look, we've been working together for a about a few months now, right?" Franklin said, a bit suspicious, and it's now revealed he's wearing a white t-shirt with large check mark on it. Along with a backwards hat and his black jeans.
I wearing black jeans also, and a black hoodie, similar to the one Franklin has, only it's a pullover, and "Los Santos" written on the front. Unlike my sister who's covered in tattoos, only one I have is on my back shoulder saying "CCF4LIFE". CCF is the name of a gang Franklin and I belong too.
" Which is why I am very honoured to announce to you... That you... Are Employee of the Month." Simeon said, showing a photo of Franklin framed on the wall.
"Huh?" Frank and I both said said confusedly.
"Congratulations! It wasn't easy picking a winner." Simeon said, shaking Franklin's hand excitedly.
"Yeah, me, Lamar, your nephew Sacha with the twitch.. Look, man. It's been a real honour homie, but I gotta move forward in my life. It seems like all I do is let people tell me what to do and I do it and nothing changes." Franklin replied.
I nodded to myself, this was true.. For both of us.
"I tell you what, my boy, you tell me exactly what you want, and I will very carefully explain to you why it cannot be." Simeon replied.
"What!?" Franklin cried.
"Today is repossessing vehicles that fools have purchased at exorbitant interest rates. But tomorrow... Together! I never had a black son, but if I did I want him to be just like you." Simeon replied.
At that moment Franklin's friend Lamar Davis came into the room, and Simeon told Lamar of the Franklin's achievement, witch seemed to visibly upset Lamar.
"Your fucking with me right!?" Lamar cried.
"Man, we both being fucked with ..." Franklin insisted.
"Man, knock it off, man. For real, after all the motherfucking work I put in, man!?" Lamar cried a bit angrily.
"Man, fuck this Employee of the Month shit, homie. I'm sitting up here trying to ge-"
"What do you mean, "fuck this Employee of the Month shit", man? When there's some shit to be won, God damn it, I want it. I don't give a fuck what it is. Y'know what I'm talkin' about? I take no prisoners. I go hard doing this shit. Big dog. Big nuts. When names is on a motherfuckin' board I want to see my name at the top of that motherfucker and next to it, it need to say Winner." Lamar cried.
"M -Maybe next month" Simeon insisted.
"Man fuck next month! What about today!?" Lamar cried.
"Today is nothing, just a bike. Hasn't made a payment at all. Some kid at Vespucci Beach. His name is Esteban Jimenez." Simeon said.
"Is he in a gang?" Franklin cried.
"Curiously enough, I did not inquire when he bought the bike." Simeon admitted.
"I see.. Sally.. You say here" Franklin told me.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yes, we're handle it." Franklin told me.
"Okay.. Be safe" I told him.
"Always do" Franklin chuckled.
"Anyway.. We got work to do, err... Employee of the Month." Lamar said sarcastically.
"Man, fuck you." Franklin groaned as the two started leaving.
"So Simeon.. Any other work?" I asked.
"I'll see what I can do." Simeon told me.
ON THE ROAD:
Franklin Clinton: Hey, was this motherfucker who took the bike that ese - Vagus dude? With the tattoo on his face and shit?
Lamar Davis: Yeah, that was him.
Franklin Clinton: Fuck, homie, I don't want no unnecessary bullshit here, alright?
Lamar Davis: I don't give a shit. There's a reason Simeon pays a couple of mean looking motherfuckers to come repo this shit. We ain't girl scouts.
Franklin Clinton: In your case, I ain't so sure about that.
Lamar Davis: Man, step up! Of course this dude real. Who else is gonna have the required surplus of paper, and deficiency of brain cells? He just put a dub down on this bike.
Franklin Clinton: Twenty Gs?!
Lamar Davis: With a three G note!
Franklin Clinton: Damn, that motherfucker must be tricked out, dog.
Lamar Davis: Man, this whole setup designed to take drug money.
Franklin Clinton: Alright, man, look, we go in quiet. In and out, no fuckin' drama.
Lamar Davis: I'll try, homie. But I'm one loud, dramatic, brash, crazy, greedy, shoot a motherfucker in the back type motherfucker. And you love me for it.
Franklin Clinton (sarcastically): That's right homie. Nothing but love.
Franklin and Lamar sneak into the gang territory, the Vegos, and opened the three garage door.
"Man, ain't this 'bout a bitch? Ain't no motherfucking bike in here, man." Lamar said.
"Yeah, No shit." Franklin groaned.
Three Vagos members appear behind them.
"Hola, amigos!" said the one that looked like one of the leaders.
"Hola, ese." Lamar said sarcastically.
"We saw you trying to creep up in here, man." said the lead goon.
"Yeah? (pulls out Uzi) You saw THIS, motherfucker!?" Lamar cried. The unnamed leader reached for his Pistol, but Lamar shot him dead, and the other two ran off, to get more guns, and warn all the others.
"Oh shit!" Franklin cried, shocked at how QUICKLY things took a left turn.
"Come on down everybody! Come on down!.. Kill these motherfuckers!" one of the Vegas goons cried from off view.
Lamar kicks the dropped Pistol towards Franklin. The basic GTA5 pistol. Nothing special.
"Shit man! I would have just gotten my ass beat over a fucking gun fight!" Franklin whined.
"Quite being a pussy, and grab that piece already!" Lamar cried, running to find close cover, as Franklin took the pistol and hid in the garage as cover.
And just like that, a gunfight began. Lamar was getting most of them, but Franklin still took down a great many.
"Blast them putos!/Get those fools!" Cried an off view goon.
"Find your bitch-ass some cover!" Lamar sarcastically told Franklin, as he reloaded his Uzi. Lamar loves gun fights. Depending on what happens, Lamar says one of the following lines.
Lamar Davis: We got to move!
Lamar Davis: Motherfuckers got us closed in here.
Lamar Davis: Get in behind that truck, homie.
"Shoot the gas can!" Lamar told Franklin.
Franklin shoots the gas can, which explodes.
"Damn! You see that?!" Lamar laughed, before he continued shooting, killing two in a row.
Franklin and Lamar start making their way back down the alley, as the gun fight continues.
Lamar Davis: Up there! To the right!
Lamar Davis: Somebody tell them niggas this is a legal repossesion.
Some Vagos members try to escape the fight in a car. Lamar kills the driver and the car kills another goon by crashing into him when it hits all wall.
Franklin shoots the last goon. Who was on a upper level.
"You still breathing, homie?" Lamar cried, seeing that they cleared the area of gunmen.
"Yeah, barely, homie." Franklin said, still panting.
"Shit, we gotta get the fuck away from this shit." Lamar said.
"Man, we only came here for a bike." Franklin said.
A Vagos member on the bike appears in front of them, trying to escape.
"And there the motherfucker is right there. Hey, nigga, come here, we got yo' pink slip!" Lamar cried.
LATER:
Franklin takes the bike to a spot Lamar said to meet at.
Man, I can't hang with your ass for a while, bro. You a psychopath! You done finally fuckin' lost it!" Franklin cried.
"That's that Apache blood in me, homie. You lucky I ain't do a flying tomahawk and scalp they motherfuckin' ass!" Lamar cried.
"We can't repo the assets of a dead man, big sitting chief asshole!" Franklin cried.
"And we ain't going to neither, I'm gonna keep this motherfucker for myself. Tell Simeon we couldn't recover it." Lamar said.
Lamar gets on the bike and drives off. Franklin is left behind.
"You fucking tell him you fucking moron!" Franklin angrily screamed at him, but Lamar was gone.
Soon after Franklin called me on his cell phone.
"Shit Sally. Things got crazy.. We got shot at. Lamar stole the bike for himself" Franklin told me.
"Christ.. Why do you hang out with that guy? He kinda scares me" I admitted.
"He ain't so bad once you get to know
him" Franklin chuckled.
"Whatever.. Are you okay?" I asked.
"I'm fine.. Been though worse" Franklin insisted.
A few days later.
Simeon has trouble trusting Franklin and Lamar after their little "bike stunt". So he has me do his next job.
He orders me to steal a yellow Karin BeeJay XL that someone named Jimmy De Santa bought from him.
So, against my better judgement, I sneak into the house, and creeped past everyone. One of the voices, the one that appeared to be arguing with her mom sounded kinda familiar, and then I realized, it's that girl who attacked me at a bar a few years back. Huh, she looks pretty young actually.. Weird.
But I'll worry about that later. I sneaked into the garage and began driving off with the yellow Karin BeeJay XL. I called my boss.
"Eh, Simeon, I got the ride, man. I'm coming back" I told him.
"If you actually bring the repossession to me this time, I can have it back out on the street before the day is done." Simeon's voice replied, and then hung up. Kinda rude not even saying good bye. But that's just how he is.. Rude.
I continued driving when suddenly I felt something cold and rough, pressed against the back of my head.
"That's a nine millimeter semi-automatic pushed against your skull little lady." Came an unfamiliar voice. And I realized, to my horror, the guy was hidden the back seat. And had a gun to my head. A fucking gun!
"Please don't rape me!" I screamed.
"Excuse me?" The man said confusedly.
"Sorry.. It's just usually how it goes when people have guns on me" I admitted, trying to make it not sound like a joke. Cause it honestly wasn't.
"Look.. You seem nice. What's your name?" the voice askes.
"Sally" I told him.
"Okay Sally.. Here's the deal.. Just stay calm, and take me to where your going" the voice said calmly, but sternly at the same time.
"Please.. It's just a repo job.. Your son was behind on his notes" I said, trying to be as calm as you can when a stranger is pointing a loaded gun to my head.
"Unlikely, considering my son just got the car. And looking at the way you're going about this, my guess, you're working a credit fraud." The voice replied.
"Are you kidding me!?.. I just work the friggin repo!" I cried.
"I appreciate a kid who follows orders without taking responsibility. Yeah, maybe one day we'll have a beer, and I'll explain how the world really works. Who gives you the slip?" The voice ordered.
"Some car dealer, by the name of Simeon Yetarian." I told him, out of fear.
"So this businessman, he look legit to you?" The voice asked.
"I don't know.. Look mister, it's just between him and your fucking son." I replied.
"Don't worry. Me and Mr. Yetarian, we'll work this out." the voice replied.
LATER:
"Is that it?" The man asked.
"Y -Yes" I said weakly.
"Drive into it. Right through the fucking window, and fast. Or I'll put two rounds in the back of your skull, and do it myself." the man replied.
"Man, you can't be for real!" I cried.
" Do I look like a fucking joke to you?" the man said sternly.
"Man... Fuck my life, man. Fuck it." I groaned, and forced myself to do it.
NORMAL POINT OF VIEW:
Sally crashes into Simeon's building.
"Lucia! What the fuck are you doing!?" Simeon cried, shocked of her actions.
"Mr. Simeon. It's not exactly how it looks." Sally said, holding her head a little.
"I always trump big for a job well done. Now get out of here, kid." Michael tells Sally, handing money. Sally didn't question this, and ran away as the two men began to fist fight.
Michael pins Simeon up against the yellow XL.
"You recognize this car, huh?! Does it look like it's worth five grand a month to you?!" Michael said aggressively, after having beaten Simeon up quite severely.
"You fucking racist." Simeon gave as his only reply.
Michael slams Simeon with the car door, and grabs him again.
"I'll tell ya something, this thing's gonna need some serious bodywork before it's worth five grand a month!" Michael yelled, before he again hits Simeon with the car door, then grips him in a head lock.
"He agreed to financing, I have his signature." Simeon whimpered.
"Yeah, did he agree to have some punk break into my fucking house?!" Michael cried.
"I -I don't know." Simeon cried, now scared as Michael punched him again.
"That kid might be a fucking idiot, but you are a fraudulent scumbag piece of shit. (Throws Simeon onto the floor).. Don't make me have to come back here." Michael threatened, before storming out of the building, having made his point.
THAT EVENING:
Sally, still shaken up, was seen at a bar taking shots. Franklin was seen trying to comfort her. Although he couldn't really think of anything to say to her.
Suddenly Lamar Davis entered the bar, saying he has a job opportunity for them.
"What is it?" Sally said.
"Kidnapping" Lamar said.
"Great." Franklin groaned.