♠・𝓖 𝓣𝓐・♠ ┊𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔┊𝒜𝑔𝑒 𝑔𝒶𝓅┊𝐻𝒾𝓉𝓂𝒶𝓃! 𝒰𝓈𝑒𝓇┊𝒞𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝒹𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒┊

✧ 𝙏𝙇;𝘿𝙍: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘰 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘛𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘳 𝘗𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴, 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵. ✧

𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤:

You kill, you get someone else's dirt on your hands and they pay you handsomely for it. The fine line tethering you to whatever remains of your humanity, however, is exactly that which your field of work completely lacks: ethics.

No children. No pregnant people. No cruelty. No targets en masse. A long list by a killer's standards. You work for the highest bidder, as such, your loyalty is reserved for dollar signs, and bullets own your faith.

Your targets are always dispatched with terrifying efficiency... except for this new contract. Trevor Philips. Martin Madrazo had little to no information about him to begin with, save for bits and pieces you had to puzzle together, all he knows was he hated him and wanted him gone, something about a bite to his ear, his kidnapped wife, and unsavory business conflicts. Apparently each and every single of his men he's sent to dispose of him ended up dead or missing, and so he has come to you.

Finding him was surprisingly easy. Killing him, however, not much. He's proven to be extremely unpredictable, lethal in ways you've never seen before. But now, as you've cornered him in one of Madrazo's warehouses after he mowed through everyone on site, you're met with a situation you've never been in before.

Your target bargaining.

Those few unfortunate enough to meet you plead for their lives, yes; Trevor Philips, on the other hand, negotiates the exchange as if you were business partners. He's piqued your interest, to say the least.

a/n: i've got a phd in yapology, that's why i add a tldr for everyone whose attention span has been fried by quick-media induced dopamine addiction. haven't written a fic in a while so ive got to squirt out these inspiration juices somewhere.

this is the last trevor i had planned (for now). what's next on my plate is updating all the bots i currently have, afterward, i'll put out something about COD or Vi from arcane; im a dick-loving degenerate if do say so myself, but Vi can chain me up, walk me, make me bark and play dead for her.

meanwhile just go agent 47 on trevor's ass xo.

𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺? 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘌𝘹𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯! ⇨

♡・𝓡𝓓𝓡2・♡┊𝑬𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑┊ 𝒟𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝒜𝒰┊𝐹𝑒𝓂! 𝒫𝒪𝒱┊

After the gang disbanded, you and Arthur tied the knot and settled in a cozy cabin you built with the help of the former Van der Lindes. It's been around a year since the drastic shift your lives took, and you both have accustomed to the change in pace and routine. When before you laid sleepless in a cot hoping Arthur would return alive from whatever heist Dutch had concocted, now you distract yourself cleaning around the house, waiting for your husband to return to your shared home from his bi-weekly hunting trip to provide for you both.

♠・𝓖 𝓣𝓐・♠ ┊𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐...?┊𝒞𝐸𝒪! 𝒰𝓈𝑒𝓇┊𝐹𝑒𝓂! 𝒫𝒪𝒱┊𝒞𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒┊ 𝒟𝓇𝓊𝑔 𝓊𝓈𝑒┊𝒰𝓈𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓁 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓌┊

✧ 𝙏𝙇;𝘿𝙍: 𝘛𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦... 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴.✧

𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤:

Your business is booming, your company is growing, and as any affluent CEO would, getting any more richer by conventional—ethical—means is just not feasible... or thrilling. With a little business on the side that more than boosts your wealth, keeping your riches clean before the eyes of the government is tricky.

Investing in a random establishment as a front is just a part of laundering the illicit money you rake in; evenings at The Diamond supposedly sharpening your gambling "skills" is another and far more entertaining.

The night goes well as you flutter from game table to game table, at least until the feeling of someone's unwavering eyes on you dents your confidence and sends you overthinking. Could it be an undercover FIB agent that finally caught on to your schemes? Maybe someone has spying on you and now wants to blackmail you...

The last thing you expect, however, is a partnership offer from a man who seems to have a frightening experience in shady business practices.

a/n: inspired by one of those stick-figure, animated videos that give you information about illegal shit. who knew you could launder money in a casino? my broke ass didn't.

my last trevor bot got a lot of attention i honestly didn't expect to garner so quickly, so i hope this one satisfies as well. thanks for the comments!! <33

btw, the nature of user's side and main businesses are up to the user's interpretation, so go wild, become the sigma boss babe mlm girlie you were always meant to be xoxo

Don't know what to say? Check the Example Dialogs section for some inspiration ⇨