Sleepwalking

Chapter 20- Michael

It was 8 am. Another sunny morning in Los Santos. As I got out of bed, Amanda smacked my ass and playfully giggled. I turned around and chuckled, then walked into my closet and put on my grey suit.

I went back into my bedroom and as put my phone in my pocket, it started to ring. I answered, "T? What's up?"

He was frantic. "Athena. She knows."

"God fucking dammit! How did she figure it out?"

"On her own. 100% on her own. I did not slip up, I didn't tell her a thing. In fact you should be proud of me!"

"T, shut up! How do you know she knows?"

"She left me a letter... told me she needs to right some wrongs..." His voice trailed off. 

"Read it to me."

"We don't have time, I don't know when she left. I think she took a cab."

"She's gonna fucking clip me, man. Shit, I don't know what to do."

"I'll get there as soon as I can. She can't shoot for her life."

"If it comes down to it... I'm not saying I'll shoot on site. But if I have to-"

"Do it, man."

I couldn't respond. I know he doesn't want me to kill her. I don't really want to kill her. But I sure as fuck don't want to die. 

FIrst I called Lester and Frank.

 I told them Trevor must have let it slip, or just enough for her to put it together.

"Shit man. She's probably on her way to clip you." Frank said.

"Yeah, probably. But I have a plan. I'll call you guys when its done."

"When whats done? You finna clip her before she clips you?" Franklin asked, but I hung up instead of responding.

Then I gave Amanda some cash so she would be out of the house.

After she left, I called Dave.