𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙙 | 𝖬𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝖳𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗅𝖾𝗒 - 𝖣𝖾 𝖲𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺 𝖷 𝖥𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

4

The room went quiet as everyone stared at the familiar face of Trevor.

"Ain't this grand!" Trevor exclaims looking around the room. Y/n locks eyes with the man for a split second as he examines the room.

She cleared her throat shifting her gaze towards the floor.

"Yeah, we'll I got myself in a bit of an awkward situation." Michael says walking around the kitchen uncomfortably.

Trevor nodded stepping closer as he spoke.

"You're telling me. One of those fake your death to one of your best buddies, take all the money, and live in a big mansion awkward situation."

Y/n looked up at the man she hadn't seen in almost 10 years before laughing. "That's one way to look at it."

Trevor glared at the woman sitting on the counter.

"And of course it's none other than Y/n. So have you been hiding out here with him? Or maybe did he deceive you as well?"

She looked back down at the ground leaving his question unanswered.

"It was a long time ago, Trevor. I've been in witness protection program. Still am." Trevor got closer to Michael looking into his eyes.

"That's great Michael. Real great." He backed up from him looking around the room before continuing. "Oh! Well I'm sorry! Where are my manners." He points at Amanda. "Amanda, great to see you. I missed you!"

He looked her up and down. "You used to be fatter. Nice new tits by the way." The middle aged man looks around the room locking eyes on Jimmy.

"Jimmie. You used to be thinner, but ah... can't blame you." He walked over to Y/n looking over her closely. "You... You look the same, maybe healthier. More put together. Seems like someone figured their shit out."

Y/n raised her eyebrows, shocked the man didn't insult her on her body as he did the rest of the people in the room. Trevor walks around the room, stopping at Fabien.

He furrows his eyebrows looking at the young adult. "Who the hell are you?" Fabien was backed up into a wall, he was tense and staring at the floor.

"Namaste. I'm Fabien." His voice got more shaky as Trevor got closer.

He looks down at the ground shaking his head in disapproval. "Oh good lord..." He looked around the room noticing the absence of a certain female. "Where's Tracey?"

Michael side eyed Jimmy. "Where's your sister Jim?" Jimmie rubbed the back of his neck looking around.

"She's at this... uh, show tryout thing. Fame or Shame? It's her favorite show."

Y/n's eyebrows furrowed. "She's doing what?"

Jimmie shrugged. "Trying out for Fane or Shame. She's dancing."

Michael rubbed his temples leaning against the counter as Trevor slowly stepped towards the exit of the kitchen. "She's an awful dancer! Why would she do that?"

Y/n jumped off the counter looking at Jimmy. "When? Right now? Where is she?" Jimmy looks around at the reunited trio. "She's at the Maze Bank arena."

"Our Tracey being publicly humiliated... Let's go. We're gonna go get her." Trevor says motioning for Y/n and Michael to follow.

Michael scoffs at the man. "We? We're gonna go get her?"

Y/n grabs her keys off the counter and pushes past the arguing males.

"Yes, we Michael. Now let's fucking go before YOUR daughter gets humiliated." Y/n says turning to him before walking out of the house, as the two men behind her follow suit.