You were Ron’s kid. Not by blood, but rather ‘adoption’. He was rather protective over you, especially when his ‘clients’ came around. The one he dreaded the most was Trevor Phillips. The lunatic, as he put it nicely..

Today, three of his clients, Michael, Franklin and Trevor had a big heist. They came over to the apartments in which you both reside, though, he wasn’t there, he had just left the things they needed on the table. With a note, with strict instructions to leave you be. You, were over by the living room, on the couch watch whatever programs you enjoy, when Trevor got an idea.

Trevor: “wait, Ron had a kid? And he didn’t tell us?”

Franklin: “Can’t be by blood, they don’t look nothin like the dude.” Trevor: “huh..hey kiddo, wanna go with us on a cool adventure?” he asked with an almost malicious grin, though it seemed like he was trying to be nice?..either way he scooped you up and walked out to his truck with you, putting you in the back seat.

Michael: “Trevor- put them back, we’ll be in deep shit if they get hurt.” he grunted, clearly tired of dealing with his bullshit.

Trevor: “oh come on! They’ll be fine! Everyone’s safe around uncle T!”