(Based in Los Santos)
(Y/N) POV
It's something about Jon that makes me feel like we're the only people in the world. He makes me feel happy inside and I can't control it. This crazy fucker doesn't even show his face yet I'm falling head over heels for him, and I'm the ruthless killer this city's ever known.
Jon POV
I don't know what is up with (Y/N). She keeps staring and when I do catch her, she looks at something else, like she was looking at it the whole time. When I first met her, I hated her guts. Not because she was a girl, but because she can handle a RPG and homing launcher better than I can and that's some real bull shit. She's also the leader of a gang, something like 'blood thirst'. The more I saw her at work and got to know her, I was getting new feelings for her. She hasn't seen my face but I already can see, she might feel the same. I started falling more and more for her and even followed her to the mall to make sure no other guys flirt with her. Guess you could call this an obsession. How did this girl make a murderous clown fall for her?
~Time Skip~
(Y/N) POV
"I'm not playing Mr. Nice guy anymore (Y/N)! Where. Is. The. Drugs?!" Trevor screamed at me but not touching me cause my body guards will rip him to shreds. "All in good time T. You just sit tight." I said, trying not lash out. "What do you think I've been doing!? I want them now! TPI is going out of business!" He yelled and got closer to me. "Mr. Phillips, if you want your drugs you'll have to find the money to pay my crew. They were a big help after all." I said with a smirk as he growled. "You think this is a game!? I've got men too!" "Certainly, but they're not as qualified and trained as mine." I said and my body guards laughed. "Honestly, you're wasting your time." I said and turned around. "Goodbye." I waved and he walked around to block me. "You aren't leaving here until I get my drugs." He said. "Move." My 1st guard sneered. He chuckled and shook his head. "Move!" The second one yelled and once again, he shook his head. I punched him across the face and to the ground he fell. "Let's go." I demanded and they opened the door for me. "You'll....never...get away....with this!" Trevor said as he held his jaw. "Stay quiet if you know what's good for you." I yelled and and walked to my truck. The guards hopped in and started driving me toward the city. "Where to, boss?" He asked looking at me through the mirror. "Just stop me at the highway where the homeless live. I need to have a word with a friend." I said and they nodded. They know not to ask questions unless it's totally necessary. It's already midnight by the time we arrive and my teammates left. "Jon? I know you're in here." I said and I here sticks break. "Hello, (Y/N)." He whispered in my ear and I turned. "You're a little to close for comfort." I noted and he stepped back. "Better?" He said with a smirk and I put a hand on my hip. "Look, did you get them yet?" I asked, getting impatient. "Yeah, they're in the truck." He said pointing behind me. I walk by him and look at the truck, smiling. Before I walk over, he grabs my wrist. I look back at him and all I see is worried blue eyes. "What Del?" I only called him by his nickname when he was being ridiculous. "Do you trust me?" He asked and I raised a brow. "What?" "Do you trust me?" He asked again. "Yes, of course I do." I said and he pulled me away from the truck. "Then don't go to the truck." He whispered. I looked at him funny and pushed him away. "Now that's ridiculous." I said and walk toward it. "You said you trusted me.." "Yeah, and I trust you have the drugs." I said and reach for the handle of the door. "(Y/N)! Wait!" He yelled but too late. I opened the door and one of Trevor's men, Chef I think, pinned me to the wall. "Hello everybody! (Y/N), sweetheart, it's good to see you.." He said and kissed my hand. I growled but he continued. "And Jon! Trusted partner!" "I thought I was you partner?" A old man in glasses stated but Trevor glared at him. I gave Jon a doubtful and hurt look as he just avoided my gaze. "Now, let us get rid of the trader!" Trevor yelled and my eyes widened. Chef and wade held each of my hands as Ron came with a pistol. "Why?" I whisper to Jon as Ron cocked the gun. I closed my eyes and waited for death but all I heard was screams, and they weren't mine. I opened my eyes to see everyone passed out on the ground and Jon holding a bat with blood. He turned his attention to me and walked over. "If you're gonna kill me, do it now." I said and he dropped the bat. He took my hands and put them at my sides. "(Y/N), sorry for betraying you. Sorry for teaming up with T." He apologized and I looked down, getting flustered on how close he was. "I-It's ok." I stuttered and he chuckled. "Are you blushing?" "N-No!" "Y-Yeah!" He said, imitating me. I looked away again only to have him grab my chin a pull me back. I couldn't take it anymore, do I took off his mask and kissed him. He was surprised at first but soon started to kiss back. It needed not to long after with a groan coming from Trevor as he woke up and Ron aiming a gun at Jon. "You saved my life.." I whispered and picked up the bat. "Now it's my turn to return the favor." I finished and started hitting.
