(BBS X Reader)
There are those common people in other stories when they tell their life's tale.
But me...
Well I ain't no stripper, no gang leader, no badass bitch with a traumatic past, not an officer who turned rogue, not a victim who was ta...
The early light of the sun hit the city's rich and wealthy side first, slowly spreading out to the middle class of the city.
And lastly, the run down and dangerous part of the city of Los Santos. Sure everything about this city was dangerous but this was where it happened the most.
But in a building there's a girl waking up and getting ready for work. The building had two floors, the bottom was her Tattoo Shop, the top was her home.
Let's see how she's feeling today...
Y/N POV
"UUUUGGGGGGGHHHHH!" I complained as I was done getting dressed
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(The one next to the heart string thingy. Not the right one, the left one.)
I was complaining because taxes are coming up and I'm not sure if I have enough to continue paying everything.
I fixed my hair and then headed up to the ladder that lead to the roof. I climbed up it and got on the roof, closed the hatch, went down the fire escape and then walked in the alleyway about a block away.
I came out of the alleyway and walked to my shop. I do that so gangs who wanna double cross me don't know where I live.
I got to my shop and got my keys to unlock it. I headed in and flipped the sign on the door to open.
"Mmm, I hate taxes!" I whined
I put my keys on the front desk and then looked at the client sheet to see what appointments we have today.
I grabbed the broom and cleaned the shop a bit. And if you're wondering, Yes, I do have a tattoo of my own. Two.
Its on my middle finger of my right hand and it says 'Fuck You' in case they don't get the memo. The other well, you can find out about it later.
I then heard the bell from the door ring and looked at it.
"Hey baby!" Tom, the leader of The Stitches gang, greeted
"Hey tom, what are you doing here so early?" I asked as the rest of his gang came in.
"Walked by after drinking at a bar with the boys!" He said," but I decided we should see you now before other gangs decided to come in and start something."
"They can't start shit unless they're outside." I said," if they break the rules they already know I ain't serving them no more."
I finished sweeping and picked up the trash in a dustpan. I threw it away in the trashcan and then put it away.
"So got any special guests today on the chart?" Tom asked as his gang sat in some chairs
They were sobering up, probably so that they can fight properly if they get jumped.
