Trevor Philips - (Y/N) - Boyfriend - Book One

Chapter 1 - Damsel in Distress

"Townley!" Trevor yells in a loud but deep grumble voice. He barged into Michael's house unannounced and didn't even shut the front door behind him.

"It's De Santa now." Michael said calmly unsurprised, after all Trevor does this like all the time.

"Oh it's De Santa now- shut up, listen, I need your help." Trevor said sarcastically. They were now both in the kitchen Michael was making coffee.

"With what?" Michael asked.

"It's Y/N." Trevor said with a bit of concern in his voice.

"What's wrong?" Michael stopped making coffee for a second and turned to face Trevor putting both palms on his marble kitchen counters.

"The lost MC has taken her, oooh Michael I wanna kill 'em, I wanna just twist their stupid little heads, I wanna-agh!!" Trevor claimed making a lot of hand gestures.

"Damn it, T what did you do this time to piss 'em off again?" Michael asked going upstairs, Trevor followed behind him. Trevor didn't want to say that he fucked 2 of the MC members' wives again so he stayed quiet. Michael went into his dresser and pulled out 2 beretta pistols and 2 AR-15's, he gave 1 of each to Trevor. He got some extra ammo too just in case.

"Bombs?" Trevor said confused to why Michael was closing up his gun chest already and putting it away.

"Do you wanna blow up Y/N accidentally?" Michael said.

"Fine." Trevor said back. They got into Trevor's truck with Trevor driving since he knew the way. After about an hour and a half of reckless driving and avoiding the cops they arrived at the Lost MC's trailer park.

"I don't know where Y/N is, could be in the presidents trailer." Trevor whispered to Michael as they hid behind a trailer that was just out of bound with the rest of the trailers. Keep in mind it is 2 am so it is dark but there is a few spotlights shining weakly out there.

"We'll find her." Michael promised.

"You better not screw this up, Mikey." Trevor said as he got out of cover and head slowly and quietly to a trailer in front of them. Micheal and Trevor was able to communicate if they were far away since they had earpieces and mics.

"I don't hear any talking." Trevor whispered.

"It seems too quiet, I don't like it." Michael agreed. Just then they heard it. Y/N's terrified scream, like she was being tortured.

"Michael!" Trevor whisper-yelled.

"Shit. Calm down, don't make a move. I see 4 guys surrounding a trailer northeast." Michael commented.

"Only 4? Let's take 'em!" Trevor said.

"No! I have plan, can you shoot fast enough?" Michael asked.

"Michael stop messing with me, yes of course I do." Trevor said back.

"You have a silencer on that pistol." Michael said putting the rifle he was holding on his shoulder with its strap and pulling out the silenced beretta, Trevor did the same.

"You take out the 2 people left of the trailer door and I'll take out the 2 on the right. Try to do it fast so the other one doesn't alert people." Michael demanded.

"Got it, fuckers."  Trevor said mad.

"I'll count so we go at the same time." Michael said as both pointed their pistols at their targets.

"Mnah lets do it, come on!" Trevor yelled almost breaking his whisper.

"1...2...3!" As soon as Michael got to '3' shots from both their guns went of twice with millisecond intervals.

"Got 'em." Trevor claimed.

"Me too." Michaels replied.

"Do you think Y/N is in that one." Trevor asked.

"Why else would 4 people guard it." Michael said. They both moved up together now with the rifles in their hands. Micheal peeked through the scope and through the trailer window and saw 1 guy holding a knife to Y/N's small, soft throat.

"Come on I see only 1 guy in there." Michael claimed.

"Where is Trevor fucking Phillips!" The guy, his name was Randy Doyle, who was torturing Y/N yelled out asking her.

"Go fuck yourself!" She said softly.

"Where is Trevor?!" He yelled again pressing the knife closer to her throat.

"Here I am!" Trevor said sarcastically cheerful as he got up into the trailer. Randy took the knife he had and pointed it at Trevor.

"You brought a knife to a gun fight kid." Trevor said with no gun on him in sight. Randy looked confused, but that was the last thing he ever did, because suddenly a bullet shot right through his head. Michael was outside waiting for the moment to do that. Y/N screamed in shock, then just passed out probably from nerves, she has been through a lot.

"Shit." Trevor said to himself. "Michael it's clear!" He yelled out.

"She okay?" Michael asked coming inside.

"Passed out, will ya help me?" Trevor asked. They both helped Y/N up and Trevor carried her to his truck. He set her in the passenger seat and buckled her up. He then went to the back of his truck and got out 3 sticky bombs.

"What are you doing?" Michael caught Trevor as he was walking back to the truck. Trevor didn't say anything instead he threw the bombs onto 3 different trailers. Trevor got into the truck and drive only a half a mile when he detonated the bombs. He didn't stop, he just continued driving back to Los Santos.

"I don't think that was very fair." Michael pointed out.

"Don't talk to me about fair they took and hurt my girl." Trevor finally spoke up.

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