Finding Myself in You-Sequel to "Hidden Identity-A Trevor Philips Fanfiction

Chapter 6

I quietly pecked away at the hotel door, my hands and feet trembling. I don't know why I was in fear. Just something about this guy seemed off. But maybe it was his approach and his psychic instinct. Trevor placed his hand on my shoulder.
"It'll be fine. Calm down."
I sighed, raising my hand to knock again but instinctively jumping back as the door swung open. I didn't come armed, but I'm sure Trevor did.
"Oh hey, girl from the coffee shop, what's up?"
Tommy smelled of rich cologne and wine. He opened the door to allow me to step in, eyeballing Trevor.
"And you are?"
"Her husband, don't get any ideas, you old bastard."
"Geez, nice to meet you to."
We stepped inside and sat on the futon, while Tommy took a seat on the messy bed.
"So..what did you decide, Bryn?"
I sighed.
"Well, I need your help with a few things. My Uncle still had ties in on some people and passed before he finished his work. Most of his jobs are assassination missions, which I was hoping to hire gunners for. I have a family now, after all, but there is a greater job that we'll need to work together on in the end. It's for Miguel Madrazo, son of Martin Madrazo. I'm sure you've heard the name.
"Ah, of course. He's talked about even as far as Vice. Cartel leader, right?"
"Correct. Thankfully, his son is more laid back. Not too deep into the bullshit like Martin."
"Ah, nice. What exactly does little Madrazo want us to do? Rob a yacht, steal some records for that club he just opened?"
"For a traveler you sure know a lot about this city."
Trevor grumbled.
"Son, I lay low for a while, gathering intel, and then I strike and take over yet another business or asset. I've been doing this since the eighties. I've been to prison, paid my time, and now I just want to dabble in the life without being fully involved, you know?"
"So in other words, you're wasting our time?"
Trevor steps forward, causing Tommy to take a few steps back, playfully throwing his hands up.
"Woah now, cowboy. You didn't let me finish. I'm always open to opportunity, especially if I get something out of it. Say, there's a strip club down town-"
"That's my God damn strip club! You can pry it off of my cold dead hands Mr. Eighties! This ain't some mafia owned bullshit. I worked my ass off for that club."
"Alright, fair enough. Well how about that bigger job you were telling me about? What all's to be gotten there?"
"Well, it's an island. We haven't went too too deep into it yet. We have to gather intel. Rumor has it there's tons of drugs, cash, and other valuables there, however."
I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling as if we weren't going anywhere, like those door to door religious cultists.
"Interesting. So say we seize the whole island.."
Tommy stands up, pacing back and forth.
"If we seize the whole island, it would only be fair if I had a cut in it, correct?"
"Well...yeah."
I sighed.
"Look, we don't even know what we're getting ourselves into, but it'll either be the island, the assets on the island, or both. You'll get something out of it. I'm sorry, this was abruptly thrown on me. We haven't really had much time to plan it through. Hell, I still have to meet up with Miguel."
Tommy thought for a moment, then stopped dead tracks. I glanced over at Trevor, who looked as if he was going to kill the old, graying man.
"Well obviously there's some benefit to the draw, so I'm in. When do we start?"
"Let me get your contact info. I'll have to see what Paige's plan is, and where she's going to put everyone. I'll let you know something here soon."
"Alright, sounds fair enough."
Tommy extended his hand. I shook it and glanced back at Trevor, who was hesitant but followed suit.
"You better not fuck this up you old bastard!"
Trevor exclaimed, causing Tommy to chuckle.
"I've been doing this way longer than you, son. I'm sure it'll be fine."