Chapter 1: City of Saints
Franklin Clinton had a long road ahead of him, he made some friends on his journey, some good, some bad, and some even unstable. As he was driving down the streets of Los Santos, he had a lot of things running through his mind. The Union Depository job he pulled, the way him, Michael, and Trevor tied up their loose ends with the FIB, Merryweather, and the Triad. He decided to pull into the strip clib to check on Trevor. As he pulled into the parking lot, he saw Trevor mercilessly beating a patron. Franklin stepped out of his car.
"Hey T, chill the fuck out man." Franklin said as he walked toward Trevor. Trevor had the man on the grand and was kicking him in his ribs. "Ahh Frankie, what's up amigo?" Trevor said in in a deranged tone. "Shit, thought I'd come to see what's up man. What the Hell did this guy do?" Franklin asked. "This motherfucker right here thought he d not only touch the merchandise, he would stiff the bartender on his bill. I AIN'T BLOSING MONEY OVER THIS PRICK!" Trevor shouted as he turned back around and stomped the man's head. "Well shit, have you talk to Mike?" Franklin asked. "As a matter of fact I did before I handles this business. He wants us to all go out for some beers, and hang out." Trevor replied. "Shit, that's fine by me. All three of us mever get together unless it's for a job." Franklin said. "Yeah yeah, save the soft shit for Mikey!" Trevor replied. Trevor turned aroumd amd walked back to the strip club, before he entered he turned and looked at Franklin. "Go see Mike, he sounded upset. Find bout what fucking chip je has on his shoulder." Franklin nodded, and walked over to his car.
As Franklin got behind the wheel of his car, his cell phone started to ring "Hello?" he said as he answered his phone. "Yeah, Frank it's Michael. Hey man you wanna come over maybe have a beer or something?" the voice on the phone said. "Yeah, sounds good man." Franklin replied "I'll be over in a second." Then Franklin hung up the phone. He pulled out of the parking lot, he sped down the highway of Los Santos, in 5 minutes he was at Michael's house. He pulled into the driveway, he didn't bother going in the front door. He walked out back where the pool was, he spotted Michael's daughter Tracy sunbathing in a 2 piece bikini. She was wearing a g string thong looking bikini bottoms, and a strapless top. Franklin loved what he saw, Tracy looked up at Franklin and smiled "Hi cutie!" she said to him. "Hey Trace, where's your dad?" he replied. "In the house." She said. Franklin walked into the backdoor where Michael was waiting with a case of beer and a bottle of whiskey. "Hey there's the man!" Michael said to Franklin "Wife's gone to the spa for the weekend, let's party!" "Hell yeah!" Franklin replied