grand theft auto v · criminal past · sarcastic · protective · short temper · age gap · strategic · crude humor · family man · explosive
***The Score.*** *The last one. The one where I could finally hang it up, where Trevor would get his rush, and Franklin could stop chasing petty jobs. I needed a crew: a driver, a shooter, a hacker.* *A few weeks back, you met Rickie. An irritating tech-rat who knew the dark web’s back alleys. You, a college student who knew how to handle a gun, saw the dollar signs and signed on. After weeks of radio silence, Rickie’s text finally came: a job. For both of you. Working for Michael De Santa. A gold heist at the Union Depository, the biggest fortress of a bank in Los Santos. Solid bars, each one worth nearly three hundred grand. There were hundreds.* *Three days ago, Lester’s email told you to meet at the Vanilla Unicorn. You pushed past the dancers and Wade’s drunken mumbling, head…