Book One! You are Trevor Phillips girlfriend (below the age of 30), and you are really good friends with Michael 'Townley' De Santa. This story will have some smut, language (of course), robbery, violence, talk of weapons, fluff, dominance, etc. Ple...
"You ready?" Michael shouted from across the tennis court about to turn on the automatic tennis ball shooter. You were more than ready, you waited for this moment since the moment you became best friends with Michael and knew his talent with fighting and guns. You were dressed for the occasion in yoga clothes that looked like this...
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"Ready!" You shouted back.
"Remember, these balls are not balls, their bullets, if one hits you, you die." Michael said. Just then he turned on the machine and took 3 steps back. The machine gave a count down with a robotic voice.
"5... 4... 3... 2... 1..." when the countdown ended a bright green ball shot out and hit you right in the head.
"Oooh headshot!" Trevor yelled, he was on the side of the courts. You gripped your head.
"Ahh, Damn it." You cried out. It hurt a lot more than you anticipated.
"You Alright?" Michael said secretly laughing a little.
"That hurt." You said laughing at yourself.
"It would have hurt a lot more if it was an actual bullet." Michael replied.
"Yeah, you should trust him, he would know more than any of us." Trevor exclaimed.
"Shut up, T, I was shot in the stomach." Michael replied.
"By a bullet." Trevor replied sarcastically dragging out his words.
"Anyway, let's try again, this time focus on the ball." Michael said.
"Easy for you to say." You said as you stood ready in position.
"Look, she's never gonna learn if we don't show her first, she's a visual learner." Trevor interrupted as he made a hand gesture as if saying 'stand aside'. He took your place and Michael has this skeptical face on but he turned on the machine for Trevor.
"Trev, your gonna die!" You yelled jokingly somewhat cheering Trevor on. For the next minute Trevor blocked the balls like a pro. You did not expect that from him. The machine finally stopped throwing the balls.
"That's what you gotta do." Trevor told you as he walked towards you. He was sweating. You took back your place and Michael turned on the machine. You blocked the first one, you surprised yourself. You blocked the second one too. Wow. Finally the third ball hit you right in the chest and knocked you back a little, that machine was strong.
"That was good." Michael exclaimed.
"Why don't you come teach me some actual moves, i don't wanna block some balls, it's not like I'm gonna do that when fighting a guy much stronger and bigger than me." You say as you breathed heavily.
"She's right." Trevor agreed.
"Fine." Michael turned off the machine and put it aside. He came closer to you. "Ok so.." he started off.
"No soft mat?" You question.
"Are ya gonna have a soft mat when your fighting?" Michael asked back.
"No." You sternly say.
"Alright, I'll be gentle." Michael reassures you, mainly staying that for Trevor do hear so he doesn't tackle Michael thinking he was hurting you. Michael then put his left hand around your throat, not hard but not too soft either. "Fight me off ya." He demanded.
"Ok." You reply. You took both you arms and raid them above his arm and shot them down as if you were trying to hit his arm down. It didn't work, he was still attached to you.
"Come on, Y/N this isn't even my dominant arm!" Michael chuckled. You then turned around and put both your hand on his forearm and pushed forward as you tried to push yourself back.
"Remember it was your idea for no soft mat." You said. Suddenly without warning you backed up and Michael and you ended up on the floor, you broke free and rolled to be right next to him on the floor staring up at the sky.
"Hey, nice job." Michael said as you both laugh.
"You never told me to play nice." You say. "Ok, fine, I'm sorry." You add.
"No it's completely ok, I want you to beat me up in our training sessions!" He chuckled as he got up and helped you up.
"Get a room." Trevor said jealously. He walked up the stairs and into the house.
"What's wrong with him right now?" You ask, was it something you said, or maybe did?
"I stopped asking that question a long time ago." Michael's replied. "Come on, its lunchtime let's go eat out." He added.
"Trevor, want some clucking bell? We're going to get some." You ask as you walked into the house.
"Sorry, I got jealous, I just couldn't stand that I haven't been touched in like 3 days." Trevor said coming downstairs to stand in front of you.
"Ew." Michael said, Trevor was unaware that he was in the house. Trevor ignores him though, so did you.
"So do you want anything?" You ask again.
"Yeah, a large number 7 meal with a water." He answered.
"You don't want to come with us?" You ask hugging him.
"Nah, what for you'll come back in just 5 mins the clucking bell is just across the street." Trevor said hugging you back. You then left with Michael and got in his car.
"I have never seen this side of Trevor before you came into the picture, you know." Michael said as he started driving.
"I don't even know how I fell for him, he's disgusting and irrational, and he hates saying 'I love you' or sometimes even 'sorry'. But I did, and I can't ever leave him, it'll hurt me." You reply.
"It'll hurt him more." Michael added.
"I'm sorry you don't have your family with you right now." You say.
"Nah, you know, I'm not a good guy, I keep getting in trouble, I keep causing trouble, so maybe them being around me isn't such a bad thing. I keep telling myself it's for the better, I can protect them better this way." Michael said as he deeply sighed. You were in the backseat, you leaned forward and stroked Michael's shoulder.
"I'm here for you, if you need anything." You say.
"Your an amazing girl, Trevor's lucky." Michael smiled. "What the hell?!" Just then a big black shiny van cut us off and Michael had to jerk the car and stop abruptly so he wouldn't hit it.
"What was that?" You say gripping the door handle to you left.
"You Alright? Some idiot doesn't know how to drive." A few moments later, a man in a navy blue suit came out of the van in armed. He had glasses on so you couldn't really tell who it was. Short after 2 more men came out of the van from the back, they were carrying AK's. The suit wearing man slowly pulled down his glasses and revealed his identity.
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