Ashley's p.o.v

A sighed escaped my mouth and looked at my appearance in the mirror. At any moment the manager of the backstage will come and tell me that I have to go on stage and sing. I have been living near Sandy Shores for 8 years now. I came to San Andreas 8 and a half years ago, hoping to seek into a career as a country singer and to get away from my hometown Ludendorff, North Yankton. My hometown reminded me too much of my family, who I lost when I was 14, now it been 10 years. The only one that I know that is alive is my Uncle Brad, he in jail at the moment we chat a lot through emails. I haven't heard or seen my dad I just think that he either dead or just doesn't give a fuck about me. I know for a fact that Uncle Michael is dead, I used to go to his grave and place flowers there every few weeks. Taking another sigh I flicked some of my hair behind my ear. I was good looking, must have got it from my mother. I had a nice light tan, dark chocolate brown hair with pink streaks running through, my eye were brown, they were about the only thing I got from dad, unless you count my personality.

'Ashley we need to talk,' the back stage manager said.

'What there to talk about?' I asked.

'Just come with me,' was all he said. I followed and he walked into the big boss office. Josh the boss of bar pointed to a seat. I sat in wondering what the hell was going on.

'Ashley, we are letting you go,' Josh said.

'Wait what?' I asked.

'Ashley we are firing you,' he said.

'Why?'

'Because I think that your country songs suck. They always about love of something tragic. We need pop music in this bar, not country. Pop is new, country is old as fuck.'

I nearly started crying. I ended standing, and telling him he just lost one of the best singers he got and slammed the door shut. I ran to my dressing room tears in my eyes, grabbing a duffle bag I shoved all my things in it and walked out the back door. I took my name off the dressing door. In the ally I just sat there and cried, like a little girl. I looked at my name and pulled out my lighter and burned the name tag. I decided to prove that prick, Josh wrong. But first I need a drink. I lit a cigarette and start walking around Sandy Shores. I found the other bar and stormed in and sat at the bar. God I never thought I would get fired all because pop is new.

'One beer,' I said to the bartender. Looking around I thought this bar wasn't too bad. Pity they don't hire people to sing, they use a jukebox instead. The bartender placed the beer in front of me and I drank half of it in one shot. I heard the door open and I looked towards it. I saw a member of my gang and business, the LS Hunterz, walk in. I flashed a grin at Marcus and he came up towards me. Marcus is my CEO, he about 5 foot 6, dark skin with the most amazing hazel eyes and had dark chocolate hair. He one of the best gunmen that I have in my gang.

'Ash ain't you meant to be at work?' He asked taking a seat next to me.

'Nah man, I lost my job,' I explained.

'What the fuck did you do?' He demanded.

'Nothing. It all was Josh's fault. He though country is old as fuck and that the fucking piece of shit though they need pop.'

Marcus rolled his eyes. 'So what now?'

I sighed and placed my hand onto my forehead. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it. A text from another LS Hunterz came through. The guy's name is Clint.

OMFG! TPE has wiped out the Lost MC and the VLA I have send a SOS to everyone to meet at the LS Hunterz building. Can you come during you break from work?

I texted Clint back. WTF! I lost my job, Marcus and I will be there soon.

'Shit TPE has wiped out one of our clients and a drug dealing business off the map.'

'Wait who the client and the business?'

'Lost MC and the VLA. Come on, Clint told the other to meet at the LS Hunterz place.' Marcus stood up and I quickly finished the beer and followed him outside. Marcus and I climbed into his black Rebel Ute and sped off. Arriving at the abandoned house, we went up to where my office is. Everyone was there apart from Tommy, Jake, Dave and Jane. There are 11 of us in the gang and we are pretty much the gang that you don't want to piss off. I sat in my chair and sighed again.

'So are we fucked Ash?' Trent, one of my gunmen asked.

'Not if we wipe out TPE, I think we got no other choice T,' I replied. We all sat in silence for another five minutes. My phone start to ring and I was glad it did. The number was unknown to me.

'Hello, this is Ashley Bryan,' I answered.

'Ashley I'm fucking come for you,' a man voice growled.

'Tell me you name and how the fuck did you get my number?' I asked.

'This is Trevor…'

'Not that prick of a psychopath Trevor boss of TPE?'

'Yep that me princess.'

'What the fuck do you want Trevor?' I growled.

'I wipe out the Lost MC, VLA and now the O'Neil Brothers. Now I'm fucking going to kill you and your hillbilly gang bangers.'

'Oh, I'm shaking Trevor,' I hissed.

'So you should be because I'm your fucking worst nightmare,' he growled.

'Tell you what Trevor? How about we settle this once and for all?'

'How do we do that?' He asked.

'Well if you meet me near El Gordo Lighthouse at midnight. Make sure that you are alone.'

'Are you going to alone?' He asked.

'Only if you keep you end of the bargain then I will do the same.'

'Fine I will be alone.'

'Done deal. I will be alone as well.'

'What the fuck Ash. Are you crazy?' Marcus whispered. I placed a finger up to my lips and that shut him up.

'See ya there, you little bitch,' Trevor said before hanging up. I rolled my eyes and shoved my phone back into my pocket. Marcus stormed up to me and punched me hard on my collarbone.

'Ow what the fuck was that for you fucking cunt?'

'For been a fucking dumb bitch,' he hissed.

'Who a dumb bitch?' Tommy asked standing in the doorway.

'Ashley is. She going to meet that psychopath Trevor alone. Near the fucking lighthouse I might add on that note.'

Tommy shook his head. 'What the fuck were you thinking Ash?' He asked.

'I was thinking about you guys. Okay?'

'No it not okay,' Marcus yelled.

'Nobody gives a fuck about you Marcus,' I yelled back and I stormed outside. I walked down the dirt road to the main road. A red Dukes car a few minutes later. I pulled out a pistol and as the driver drove past I shot him in the head. The car smashed into a pole and I walked up to it. The driver was a male in his thirty. I pulled him out of the car and jumped in. There was blood all over the seat but I didn't care. I sped off to the mountains and after take a few rough dirt tracks I was home. I walked into my house and grabbed a set of dark jeans, I left my light grey shirt on and grabbed my LS Hunterz leather jacket. I took my hair out of it braid and it flowed around my shoulders. I walked down the hallway towards my room and grabbed a pump shotgun, some Ammon and my knife. I went outside and jumped on the back of my Hexter motorbike. I revved it to life and I grabbed my black helmet and sped off to the lighthouse. Arriving near the cliff face near the lighthouse I could see a red Bodhi. I pulled up near it and took my helmet and jumped off it. As I looked at Trevor he looked familiar to me but I shook it off.

'Trevor,' I said with a nod.

'Ashley,' he growled. I gripped my shotgun a little bit tighter.

'So is the part where we try it kill each other?' I asked. Trevor looked at me.

'Yeah I guess,' he said a few minutes.

'Hey Trevor, do you think we can sort this out without any blood been split?'

'I don't think not.'

'Alright,' I placed my shotgun to the ground. 'Let's fight, no guns, no knife. Just fists' Trevor looked at me and then tossed his SMG into the back of his Ute. I cracked by neck and grabbed a hair tie and placed my hair into a high bun. I also took my LS Hunterz jacket and tossed next to my gun.

'Let's fight Trevor,' I yelled and took a swing at him. He dodged and tried to punch me. I blocked and kicked him hard in the gut. Trevor stumbled backwards and charged at me. I moved and he fell to the ground and got back up quickly. I went to kick him again but he grabbed my leg and pulled hard. I fell to the ground and Trevor grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me up. I was dragged to his Ute and he smashed my head against the hood of it. Everything went black.

Trevor's p.o.v

Her body fell to the ground a small trail of blood fell down her face. Looking at her, she was pretty hot. Light tan, dark brown hair, with pink streaks. She wore dark blue jeans and a light grey shirt. She also had a lot of tattoos. There was something about the way she looked and acted. She reminded me of my daughter, she even had the same name. But I know for a fact that it impossible that it was my little girl. The thought of my daughter brought a tear to my face. I wish I could see her but I'm scared I might fuck her life up. She might have a normal life now. Maybe married to some guy and got a few kids of her own. She a lot better off without me. I shook my head, and stopped thinking about Ash. I got a body to bury and the rest of the LS Hunterz to take care of. I went to pick her body up when she let out a small groan.

'Goddamn can't you just fucking die,' I muttered to myself. I raised my boot to stomp onto her head. I looked down at her lower left arm and saw a tattoo of a grave stone on a bed of roses. I looked closer and saw the stone said "R.I.P Uncle M 1965-2004"

I placed my boot back onto the ground. I don't fucking believe it. It was Ashley after all. She changed a lot over the years. It almost made me cry just looking at beautiful and deadly she has become over the years. I sighed and picked up from the ground and placed her into the front of my Ute. I grabbed her gun and jacket. I took her back to my place and laid her on the couch. I grabbed a spare blanket from my room and covered her with it. I ran a few finger along her face.

'Goodnight Ash,' I whispered to her before going to bed myself.