Michael’s POV
With Shadows driving, me and him had received intel from Franklin that the whore hooked up with King Jax was on a shopping trip. King James had dictated that the target needed delicate handling until she was in the King’s hands, so Trevor was out of the mission- King James had a special job for him once we got her back to the castle, should she not give us what we wanted. I regretted having to chloroform her, but there wasn’t a lot I could do… she resisted, what choice did I have? I knew Amanda would positively rip my balls off if she ever found out I was involved in something like this… hell, I’m fearing for her and the kids already! What if the Sons found out who I was, and who I was affiliated with? They wouldn’t target me- they would know all about how I had taken on a whole platoon of Merryweather mercenaries who had dared to invade my home and attack my wife and daughter, how I had annihilated every single one of them (though that last one looked like he had me pinned… thank fuck my son Jimmy had used his bong for something good for a change. In case you don’t know what I mean, Jimmy snuck up behind the guy and clocked him over the head… though that teabagging I got from my son afterwards still haunts the fuck out of me.) No, they would go for my family and I’m not 2 minutes away like I was when Merryweather made their move. Nope, I’m far away in another state, with no idea where my family is being hidden. I hope that little midget bastard Johnny Christ has kept his word in keeping them safe. I was still thinking about that when my captive began to stir and awaken…
Lexa’s POV
My head hurt. A lot. All I could hear was the grind of an engine. And my body was lying on something hard. I found I couldn’t move my hands or feet, they had been bound together. Terror seeped into my heart as my eyes adjusted to the dark interior of what I realised was a van… and a man was sitting in there with me with a gun pointing at my chest. I gasped in horror- I knew who this was: Michael De Santa, one of the smartest, deadliest armed robbers the USA has ever known. The boys in the Sons were all hard-asses in their own way, not fearing many people… but De Santa was spoken about with as much fear as the Devil. Hell, Even Jax himself cringed when De Santa came up in conversation! We also knew about De Santa’s two accomplices- Trevor Phillips, a terrifying maniac who was even more psychotic than Michael who had a reputation of abducting hitch-hikers and torturing them before killing them, and Franklin Clinton, a rising criminal star who was feared and respected by the majority of the underworld. I began to scream, to cry, to which Michael bent down and grabbed me, taping my mouth shut. He got face-to-face with me; “Screaming won’t help bitch. This isn’t personal- we just want information about your dipshit husband and his merry band of assholes. Give it to us and we set you free. Don’t give it to us and… well, I’m sure my friends Shadows and Trevor Phillips would gladly indulge in making you talk… even if it means you giving up any intel before we cut your fucking heart out!” I knew it was useless; I slumped, sobbing while Michael lit up a cigarette and calmly rode with me to my certain doom…
Shadow’s POV
I’m a life-long veteran of violence, and have seen my friends, my Righteous King and even myself perform acts that make the Average Joe squirm. But I have never met anyone like the 3 gangsters that James has hired to run covert ops, shit that we his faithful followers can’t get caught doing. These guys are simultaneously entertaining, amazing… and terrifying. Well, maybe not Franklin, but I’ll admit I’m a little wary of Michael. Trevor even more so. But even then, I’ll always choose to work with Michael and Franklin, those guys are fucking pros! Yeah yeah I know, Trevor’s a pro too… but he can’t keep his cool like the other two. That’s why he gets the work that requires brute force. I get along with Michael really well though- we are both sadistic on a certain level, and he even told me I would get along with his son, who enjoys First Person Shooters as much as I do. I am constantly learning off him, perfecting my technique… hell, I might hit him up for a big heist when all this shit is over, once the Sons have been wiped off the face of the Earth.
I hear Lexa, our captive, moaning and screaming in the back. Then I hear silence. Michael must have it under control. I keep driving, knowing that the castle ain’t far away. I dunno, once King James and Trevor get to work on her, I might bring Mikey and Franklin to my favourite watering hole and get shitfaced… probably look for some Sons to capture, torture and kill too. Hell, I might even get James to let Lexa stew and we can all go out. It’d be interesting to see Trevor off his face.

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this was written by GhostTard1990