Eva sat in the passenger seat of a Morningstar gang car, the car was really nice with its leather interior and fast and furious design, her new associate got inside and drove away from a garage named "Rim Jobs".
"What's your name sweetheart?" the man asked.
"Eva, and yours?"
"Antoine." the man replied.
"Where are we going, Antoine?" Eva asked as she placed her hand in her coat pocket grabbing her switchblade to see if it was still in her reach.
"My apartment, the boss let me go for tonight," Antoine replied with a tone of relief in his voice.
"Killing rival gang members a lot of hard work?" Eva said jokingly.
"Got that right, so what do you do?" Antoine asked.
"What do you mean? Like where I work?" Eva started.
"Yes." Antoine agreed.
"I work with editing back at an advertising studio in Manhattan." Eva continued.
"Architectural artist, we could use you in this city, you'll probably make it more beautiful." Antoine complimented.
"Thanks for the compliment," Eva replied.
After a 45 minute drive to Espina, the two arrived at Antoine's apartment that was 32 stories high. Antoine escorted Eva to the elevator and traveled to the 25th floor, the two entered Antoine's expensively decorated apartment that had some of Morningstar's symbols on the walls, ranging from leather couches, state of the art entertainment system, it was clear that Antoine lived the life of a millionaire.
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No Place Like Steelport (Saints Row Fanfiction)
FanfictionAfter taking a wrong turn from Manhattan, New York, Eva Roman finds herself in a city of sinful pleasures and corruption called Steelport. Under control of the Syndicate, an organized crime operation ran by international arms dealer Phillipe Loren...
