Blooded In

Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter

Y/n had always heard that life in Los Santos could be unpredictable, but nothing prepared her for what happened that fateful night. It started like any other evening, with Y/n minding her own business, walking down the chaotic streets of the city. Suddenly, the sound of screeching tires and blaring sirens filled the air.

Instinctively, Y/n ducked into a nearby alleyway, pressing herself against the wall to avoid the chaos. Just as they thought the coast was clear, a tall, muscular figure rounded the corner, nearly knocking Y/n over.

"Whoa, easy there!" the stranger said, his voice laced with adrenaline. "Didn't see you there."

Y/n looked up to see none other than Curtis Swoleroid, the infamous criminal known for his strength and charm. "Curtis?" Y/n asked, unable to hide her surprise.

Curtis grinned, even in the midst of chaos. "That's me. And you are?"

"Y/n," she replied, still trying to process the situation.

"Nice to meet you, Y/n. Listen, I could use a hand. You in?" Curtis's eyes sparkled with mischief.

Y/n didn't hesitate. "Fuck yeah, I'm in."

Curtis quickly explained the plan: they needed to escape the cops who were hot on his trail. Y/n nodded, her heart pounding with excitement and a bit of fear. Together, they sprinted through the alleyways, weaving in and out of obstacles, until she found herself in an underground parking garage.

Curtis led Y/n to a sleek black car. "Get in," he said, sliding into the driver's seat.

Y/n barely had time to buckle up before Curtis floored the gas pedal. The car roared to life, speeding out of the garage and onto the streets. The police sirens grew louder behind them, but Curtis seemed unfazed.

"Hold on tight!" Curtis shouted over the noise, a grin plastered on his face.

Y/n couldn't help but laugh, the thrill of the chase overtaking her fear. They swerved through traffic, narrowly avoiding collisions, and Curtis expertly maneuvered the car through the city streets.

As they sped through a narrow alley, Curtis glanced over at Y/n. "You handling this okay?"

Y/n nodded, adrenaline pumping. "This is insane!"

Curtis laughed. "Welcome to my world!"

After what felt like an eternity but was likely only a few minutes, Curtis pulled the car into a secluded hideout. He cut the engine, and they both sat there, catching her breath.

"That was... something," Y/n said, still processing what had just happened.

Curtis turned to Y/n, his grin never fading. "You're a natural. Ever thought about doing this more often?"

Y/n raised an eyebrow. "You mean running from the cops?"

Curtis chuckled. "Not just that. I mean the whole package. Heists, getaways, living on the edge."

Y/n considered it for a moment. "You know what? I think I could get used to it."

Curtis' grin widened. "Glad to hear it. How about we start with something a little less intense? A small job, just the two of us. What do you say?"

Y/n smiled, feeling a strange sense of excitement and anticipation. "Let's do it."

As they left the hideout, Curtis put an arm around Y/n's shoulders. "Welcome to the crew, Y/n. I have a feeling this is the start of something amazing."

In her mind her thoughts frantically zoomed from being flustered by his actions.
"Holy shit omg omg omg his arm is on my shoulder!! =;_;="

And just like that, Y/n's life in Los Santos took a thrilling turn, full of hilarious, sweet, and slightly freaky adventures with Curtis.