So sine my AC fanfic will be a long term project, I decided it was best to make this shorter story to make the wait for chapter 4 easier.
Enjoy!
The events of the past few months had been enough for Franklin Clinton. He'd been nothing but a two-bit gangster, resorting to robbing stores and dealing drugs to make money. It wasn't what Franklin wanted. He wanted a nice house, fast cars, women. He wanted the rich lifestyle. The American Dream.
And then he met Michael De Santa, a retired bank robber who bailed from the criminal life to help raise his family. Then his life took a turn and he found himself reunited with long-lost friend and fellow psychopath Trevor, and back in the game.
The trio was unstoppable, robbing banks to the Union-f'cking depository,and they made millions, and beat a private security company along the way. But the fun couldn't last. Things got hectic, and it was time to settle down. But things were still good; the three of them stayed in touch, Michael savaged his relationship with his family, Franklin sorted things out with his own family, and Trevor... well he calmed down a little.
But something was missing for Franklin. He enjoyed the time with the guys, but outside of that he was a wreck. He had a tone of money and nothing to do with it, and a big house and no one to share it with. He felt so alone. He couldn't deny it; his confidence had been damaged somewhat after things ended with Tanisha, and maybe he was afraid to give it another go. The days of his youth were passing quickly, and it scared him.
It would have to wait, however, because something bigger was coming, and if someone didn't stop it, the entire country would be left to an empty, dull existence.
Epsilon was rising, and it had to be stopped.
I know this was short, but I'm interested to see what you guys think about this. Leave your opinion in a review!