A month and a few weeks later, Los Santos had changed for Sera—and she had changed for it.
Money came fast when you were good at everything, and Sera wasn't just good… she was a freak of nature. Mission after mission, race after race, errand after errand—she breezed through every job like she had been born for it.
Word spread. Fast.
Some said it was her aim—never missing a shot, not even once. Others said it was her looks—"that lethal white girl with the model face and assassin eyes."Most agreed it was both.
Pretty soon, the streets started calling her "Deadshot Doll."
Cheesy? Maybe. But it stuck.
And Sera liked the ring of it.
Money-wise? She was stacked.
Between:
Gerald's repeated payouts
Races (which she basically dominated every time)
Odd jobs for anyone willing to pay
Her funds ballooned fast. Enough that she started thinking long-term.
Initial money estimate: Sera now had around $240,000 saved up.
She wanted a place of her own—no more cramped motel rooms, no more sketchy parking lots, no more hearing the guy in the next room scream at his girlfriend at 3 a.m.
Time to upgrade.
Del Perro Heights
It was one of the more affordable-but-respectable apartments near the beach. Not too far from the city's chaos, not too close to Grove Street, and with a surprisingly gorgeous view.
The price tag?$180,000
Sera didn't even flinch.
Ledger Update
$240,000 (current funds)
– $180,000 (apartment purchase)= $60,000 remaining
(This is how I keep track of the money Sera has. I keep a ledger to keep track of whatever money she spends or earns. If people like it, i can have a ledger at the end of each chapter. So we all know how much money she has).
A damn good amount for starting a real life in Los Santos.
As soon as she stepped through the door, her jaw loosened into a slow, satisfied grin.
Modern interior.Clean white walls, black leather couches, open kitchen with polished counters.A big glass window overlooking the city and the ocean.A planning area tucked nicely into the corner—perfect for future "ventures."Downstairs, a spacious bedroom with more room than she knew what to do with.
"Way better than a motel with questionable stains," she thought.
She threw herself onto the bed for a moment, arms spread out, soaking in the victory.Her first real step toward owning this city.
Sera eventually peeled herself up, rode the elevator down, and stepped into her new 10-car garage.
Right now?It was empty, just echoing and waiting to be filled.
But she pictured it—rows of customized beauties, tuned engines, and expensive toys.Cars she'd steal, win, or straight-up buy once the real money started rolling in.
For now, it was just space.
Space waiting for her to take over the city.
Sera kicked off her boots and collapsed onto her apartment's couch, letting out a long breath. Her new place still had that "barely lived in" smell—fresh paint, clean carpet, untouched countertops. After weeks of motels and shitty bedding, stepping into Del Perro Heights felt like walking into a luxury ad.
But comfort wasn't the only thing she needed now.
She needed money. Real money. Consistent money. Not just the kind that came from risking her life twenty times a day.
She sat up, grabbed the sleek laptop sitting on her glass coffee table, and flipped it open. For a moment she just admired it—thin, sharp, definitely not something she could afford in her old world. The iFruit logo glowed as it booted, the screen crisp and high-end.
She opened the browser.
A normal person searching "businesses for sale in Los Santos" would get real estate ads, local shops, maybe a laundromat.Sera? She wasn't a normal person.
A tiny red icon appeared in the corner of her screen—one she definitely didn't click on. A stylized Maze Bank Foreclosures logo, except this one looked… modified. Like it had been spliced with some kind of dark-web storefront.
"…Okay," she muttered, clicking it anyway.
The page loaded instantly.
Dozens of listings popped up—some normal, some absolutely not. Hidden behind a clean, legit façade, each entry had a code word or symbol that basically screamed: illegal shit for sale, inquire within.
Her gaze landed on one that made her sit forward.
Small Vehicle Cargo Warehouse – $45,000
Description:A low-profile import/export garage designed for small operations. Suitable for newcomers looking to break into the vehicle cargo scene. Not for corporate use. Limited storage, moderate risk, high control. Perfect for an independent operator.
Sera grinned.
This wasn't the big CEO Vehicle Warehouse she remembered from the game—no massive showroom floor or huge loading bays.This was the "starter pack" version. Small, cramped, maybe a little unsafe, perfect for hustlers at the street level.
Exactly where she was right now.
And $45k? She could afford that easily.
She leaned back, fingers tapping the laptop casing.
Great. Passive income begins. Or at least the closest thing to passive income I'm gonna get without becoming a full-blown crime lord yet.
The listing even noted that it wasn't accessible from the normal internet—strictly a dark-web-adjacent, criminal network site.Just like GTA Online.Just… wrapped in more realism.
She checked her bank.
$62,675.
Buying the warehouse would leave her with—
$17,675.
A tight squeeze, but survivable.
She clicked "Purchase."
A confirmation screen popped up, clean and sterile:
Transaction Complete. Ownership Transferred. Location: Murrieta Heights. Speak with: Terrell "T-Wrench" Coleman.
Sera blinked. "T-Wrench? Who the hell—"
A second notification appeared:
Workshop Manager already assigned. He expects you within 48 hours.
Sera shut the laptop slowly, staring into the empty apartment.
"…Holy shit, I actually own a business."
Not the dream empire yet.Not the skyscraper CEO building she'd eventually have.Not the world where she'd hire staff, modify cars cheap, and rake in money without lifting a damn finger.
But…
This was the first building block.
A real start.
She stood, stretched, and grabbed her keys.
Time to meet T-Wrench.
(When we do make it to the Big, CEO, Vehicle warehouse. I will make some BIG changes. For Example, Sera will not be earning a stupid 100K only for delivering even high-end. Sera will earn whatever the car costs, if only a little cheaper. If a car costs $1.25 Mill, Sera will earn maybe $100k less, maybe a bit less. I think Rockstar made getting money in Online through these businesses so pointless. It's why people mod. It's just easier.).
Sera merged onto the road, heading toward Cypress Flats. Her warehouse sat in an industrial pocket near some of the larger import/export operations—the kind with real money, real muscle, and real influence.
One day, she thought. I'll own every last one of you.
Rockford Hills slid by in clean streets and expensive storefronts, and that's when she saw it.
Parked casually along the curb.
Low. Wide. Sleek.
A Truffade Adder.
Sera slowed her Sultan almost instinctively.
There was no one around. No valet. No owner pacing nearby. Just the car, sitting there like it had been dropped into the world specifically to test her self-control.
She parked behind it and stepped out.
Up close, it was even better. Perfect paint. Untouched rims. No scratches. No dents. She circled it slowly, eyes sharp, checking reflections, mirrors, the interior through the glass.
Nothing.
She looked around again. Still nobody.
Okay… she thought. If anyone actually owns this thing and just left it unlocked, they don't deserve it.
She reached for the handle.
The door opened.
Sera froze for half a second—then let out a quiet laugh. "Unbelievable."
She slid into the driver's seat like it was made for her. The interior smelled new. Untouched. Untaken.
First thing first, she told herself. Insurance. Ownership. No risks.
She pulled out carefully, driving the Adder like it was already hers, and headed straight to Los Santos Customs, just a short drive away.
The garage door rolled up smoothly.
"What can the best mechanic in LS do for you?" the mechanic called out.
Sera smiled without meaning to. God, that line never gets old.
"I need insurance," she said. "Full coverage. I want it officially mine."
The mechanic whistled, circling the Adder. "She's a real beauty."
He tapped on his tablet. "Loss and theft prevention—tracker plus Mors Mutual insurance. That'll be about $2,000."
Sera didn't hesitate. She paid.
A few minutes later, the mechanic returned, nodding. "Congratulations. You're now the proud owner of a Truffade Adder."
"Thanks," she said, genuine.
She pulled out of the garage, the engine purring under her like a restrained beast.
Inside her head, she was losing it.
I actually own an Adder. THE Adder. Not borrowed. Not stolen (technically, since it seemed to have no owner) and temporary. Mine.
She smiled as the car responded effortlessly to her touch, smooth and powerful, carrying her toward Cypress Flats—and toward the future she was building piece by piece.
Warehouse first.
Empire later.
Ledger Update
Previous Total: $17,675
Truffade Adder Insurance (LS Customs): –$2,000
Current Total: $15,675
(People who had the game since 2013 will remember this infamous spot where the Adder always spawned in story mode and even Online. Though in Online it think you needed to have an Adder to have it spawn, I think this was called Seedspawned? Correct me if im wrong).