Marcus was soon back in Rockford Hills after coming back to LS and informing Steve Haines that he succeeded in murdering Angus Martin. Trevor wanted him to stay in Sandy Shores for a little longer, but Marcus told him he had to go inform the people who ordered Angus's death. He didn't dare tell Trevor that it was the FIB who ordered it, since he knew Trevor hated the government and would probably decapitate him if he found it out.
Driving his Hexer onto Michael's driveway, Marcus turned the engine off and noticed a gardener's truck in the front, along with a red car he didn't see before. He simply shrugged and walked to the front door, stopping in place when he noticed something strange...
Two tennis rackets were sitting against the porch, completely unattended. He just figured that Amanda and her tennis coach were using a different pair of rackets, so he didn't think twice about it. He then saw Michael pull up in his car and park it nearby, where he proceeded to get out and walk over to Marcus.
"Hey man." Michael greeted.
"Yo." Marcus greeted.
Michael went inside the house and proceeded to look for Amanda, not finding her or his kids in the living room or anywhere downstairs. He went back outside to Marcus, proceeding to light a cigarette. He was kind enough to give another to Marcus, lighting it for him as they both relaxed.
Unfortunately, Michael noticed the tennis rackets... he soon threw his cigarette on the ground, frowning with disbelief and anger. Marcus noticed that he suddenly became angry, but he had no idea why.
"What is it?" Marcus asked, standing up and putting out his cigarette as well.
He didn't get an answer as Michael stormed inside, looking pretty furious over something. Marcus followed him out of curiosity, wondering what the hell pissed him off.
"Amanda! AMANDA!" Michael shouted as he began to head up the stairs. "You better not be! Not in my house!" he added after that, causing more confusion to Marcus as he had no clue what he meant.
Michael and Marcus soon got upstairs to see Amanda standing in front of her and Michael's bedroom with the door closed. Marcus went wide eyed when he saw the only thing Amanda was wearing was their blanket from their bed...
He finally put two and two together. She was fucking the tennis coach behind Michael's back, and the coach was basically being paid for it from the sessions. That'd probably piss anyone off...
"Fuck you, Michael! Go away!" Amanda frowned, trying to dismiss her husband.
"I'm paying that turd a hundred and fifty bucks an hour to fuck my wife?! In my own bed?!" Michael demanded to know, quickly getting past her as he went inside of their bedroom.
Marcus and Amanda followed Michael inside of the room, finding the tennis coach, Kyle. He was standing on top of Michael and Amanda's bed, fearful over the infuriated husband. The humorous part of this was that the only thing Kyle was wearing was leopard skin underwear, although Michael was obviously not in the mood for humor.
"Michael, go away!" Amanda demanded.
"Woah! I'm sorry, bro! She said you had an arrangement!" Kyle defended.
Kyle backed away off the bed when Michael stormed towards him, causing Kyle to begin to be cornered.
"You and I are gonna have an arrangement... I'm gonna arrange your fucking funeral!" Michael told him.
"I'm really sorry, bro! I'll comp the session, I promise!" Kyle pleaded, as if giving Michael back his money would calm him down at all.
If anything, Michael was even more infuriated as a result of that offer.
"You're a dead man!" Michael shouted, walking towards him.
"Fuck!" Kyle exclaimed, now even more fearful.
In fear, Kyle quickly hurried towards the nearby balcony windows that were in the room. He pushed open the doors and, astonishingly, jumped right off the side of the balcony. Michael, Marcus and Amanda were shocked at that and they went to look over the railing to check on him. Seeing he was still alive, the three soon hurried out of the room and quickly down the stairs...
Franklin was pushed aside by Kyle, much to his confusion as he saw the man heading for a red car in Michael's driveway. He went to the opened front doors, seeing Amanda was trying to stop Michael from doing something. Marcus was there too, but he was just watching for the moment.
"Hey, you! Stop him!" Amanda exclaimed, hoping Franklin would stop Michael from doing anything drastic.
"What's up, man?" Franklin asked as the three approached.
Michael was too pissed off to deal with Franklin right now. He hoped the kid wouldn't get in the way, though.
"Get out of my way." Michael ordered.
"Mike, you need to relax! We'll kill him, but you need to calm down!" Marcus stated.
"What the fuck is going on?!" Franklin finally asked.
Amanda quickly made a motion of her hands, dismissing him and trying to show that nothing was wrong and that nothing happened.
"Nothing happened! It was a misunderstanding!" Amanda tried to lie.
"She fucked a prick in my bed!" Michael stated.
Franklin was surprised by this as Michael and Marcus quickly pushed themselves past Amanda and went outside, seeing Kyle was busy trying to start his car. Michael wanted him to get a head start, he wanted to chase the fucker down.
"You're bullshittin' me?" Franklin asked, wide eyed.
"It wasn't like that!" Amanda tried to lie.
Michael pointed at Marcus and Franklin, intent on making Kyle pay but wanting to find out if either of them wanted to help with that.
"You guys in?" Michael asked.
"Fuck it, I'm in." Franklin replied.
"Yeah, me too. Let's get that motherfucker." Marcus agreed.
The three men soon began walking away from the door, which turned into a sprint for the nearest vehicles when they saw Kyle was already speeding out of the driveway. Amanda watched with shock, walking out to the sidewalk.
"Just don't kill him!" Amanda shouted.
Amanda then hurried back inside of the mansion and slammed the door behind her, almost feeling ashamed. Michael and Franklin had to take Michael's gardener's truck as Marcus got onto his Hexer.
Marcus quickly went ahead of the truck and followed Kyle's car while Michael pulled the truck out of the driveway. He still felt very pissed off about everything that was happening.
"You okay, homie? What happened?" Franklin asked.
"Guy bounced my wife is what happened!" Michael frowned.
"Which guy?"
"Guy I'm paying to teach her tennis!"
Franklin actually started laughing a little at that, not realizing that the guy who jumped out of Michael's balcony was Amanda's tennis coach! The fact that his wife was banging the tennis coach was a pretty cliché thing, honestly.
"The tennis coach? Aw that's fucked up, man!" Franklin laughed. "You rich dudes, homie. You know, back in the hood, man, we only gotta watch out for the mailman, dog!" he added, still laughing quite a bit.
Unfortunately, Michael failed to notice any humorous aspects of some other guy fucking his wife behind his back, along with the fact that said fucking occurred in his own bed.
"Yeah... I'm a cuckold, a snob and a fucking cliché." Michael frowned. "Anyway, we'll follow Mark and we're gonna see where this prick is gonna head to." he said after that.
Michael and Franklin followed Marcus, who in turn was following Kyle up through the streets in Vinewood Hills. However, they were cut off from following Kyle because some prick in an RV pulled out of his driveway, causing the three men to be forced to stop as Kyle managed to get past and keep going.
"Asshole! Move the fuck out of the way!" Marcus shouted, pulling out his Beretta and aiming it at the driver out of annoyance and anger.
Thankfully, the RV driver was frightened enough by having a gun aimed at him that he moved out of the way pretty quickly. Michael, Franklin and Marcus sped on, still looking for Kyle.
The men soon got to a dirt road that led to the underside of a few stilt houses up somewhere in the hills, right up in a canyon. Michael pulled up to Marcus, intent on finding out if he found where Kyle was.
"The fucker is down the road a ways. Come on, let's get him." Marcus said.
Michael nodded as Marcus proceeded to slowly drive down the road, making sure to check for Kyle. Michael and Franklin followed behind him at the same speed, eventually noticing Kyle's car parked under one of the houses.
"There's his car, but where is the son of a bitch...?" Marcus asked himself, looking at the car.
Suddenly, Marcus heard Michael shout something.
"HEY! ASSHOLE! You ran off before we could settle our debts!" Michael shouted.
Seeing that Michael was leaning his head out the window and looking up at a stilt house that the car was parked under, Marcus could easily make out that the tennis coach was leaning against one of the railings on its porch, still only in his leopard underwear.
"Michael, bud! You got the wrong idea, man!" Kyle replied from the porch.
Marcus parked his bike near Michael's gardener's truck, turning off the engine for the meantime and pushing out the kickstand as he saw Michael and Franklin get out of the truck. He then hurried over to them, seeing Michael was now pointing at the stilts keeping the house up.
"Frank, Mark, there's a winch in the back of the truck. Tie the cable to one of those supports over there." Michael ordered.
What?! He wanted to tear down the house?!
"Michael, are you kidding me?! Is this even his house?! Dude, you have to think this through!" Marcus stated, wide eyed.
"The prick deserves it... now do it!" Michael told him.
Reluctantly, Marcus and Franklin went to work. Kyle ran over to the other side of the deck, looking down at the men with shock as Michael looked up at him, angrily.
"I told you I'd comp the session, bud!" Kyle said.
"Well, there were a lot of freaking sessions, bud!" Michael retorted, mocking Kyle by adding in the bud at the end. "I'm thinking you were working on more than just her backhand!" he added.
"'Mandy's backhand has come a long way, bro! Sometimes it's got to get worse to get better!" Kyle retorted, as if he thought that sentence would help calm Michael down.
Michael gestured a fist up at Kyle as Marcus and Franklin kept tying the cables to the support. They knew this was crazy, but this guy did pretty much deserve to have his house torn down. If this was his house, that is...
"Yeah, well, maybe I should come up there and practice my backhand... on your FACE!" Michael shouted.
"Oh, bud, your negative energy is seriously bringing me down..." Kyle commented, a little annoyed.
"Oh, I hope it is, bud!" Michael retorted, mockingly saying bud again.
Michael looked back at Franklin and Marcus, and he was pleased to see that they were almost done tying the cable to the support. They finished tying it pretty quickly after this. This piece of shit tennis coach was gonna pay!
"Michael, we got it hooked up." Marcus informed.
Now angrier and more full of vengeance than ever, Michael looked back up at Kyle with a feeling of fury for what he did with Amanda.
"You come into my house, take my money, and nail my wife, ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!" Michael roared.
Marcus walked back over to his Hexer and got on it, turning the engine back on. He couldn't help but notice that a woman was now standing next to Kyle, talking on a cell phone before she walked out of sight. He reasoned that it was either a spouse or family member of his, or maybe the actual owner of this house. In any event, he didn't really put much thought in that.
"I'm gonna stick up my hand and say that was uncool, bud..." Kyle told Michael, actually sticking one of his hands up as if apologetically. "My bad. Seriously..." he added.
"How fucking magnanimous!" Michael said, giving a sarcastic clapping. "May I please offer you my applause... YOU FUCKING MOTHERFUCKER!" He shouted, furious at how this guy was trying to act like he was sorry.
"Dude!" Kyle tried to say to him, absolutely taken aback by what was happening.
Michael started walking back to the truck with Franklin getting in the passenger seat, ducking under the cable as he went around. He angrily looking up at Kyle as well.
"Hey, we'll see how you like it when someone fucks with your shit!" Michael commented.
Kyle finally realized what Michael and his buddies intended to do. The wrench was tied on the support cables, Michael was getting in the driver's seat, he was gonna tear the fucking house down from Vinewood Hills!
"Hey, wait! You got the wrong idea, pal! Fuck!" Kyle exclaimed, shocked at how vicious Michael De Santa was.
Marcus quickly moved his bike out of the way and parked near the gardener's truck, absolutely shocked by the events he was about to witness. He knew Michael had a temper, but this was completely fucking insane! He watched as Michael stepped on the gas and sped several feet down the road, being stopped by the winch tied on the support beam. Suddenly, the beam started to bend, causing the entire house to list a little and the deck to start cracking.
Kyle wisely decided it was time to get the hell out of there, so he ran with the woman and they went inside the house and out the front door...
Michael kept stepping on the gas for a little longer, causing the support beam to bend even more and severely endanger the structure of the house, and also causing even more of the deck to break off and splinter.
Finally, after a little more effort, the support beams completely gave out and the entire deck and backside of the house fell down the side of Vinewood Hills! Marcus watched with wide eyes as he saw the back half of the house fall, along with Michael and Franklin quickly driving away from the scene. Marcus decided to turn and quickly get out of there as well, not wanting the cops to get after him because of something like this.
Marcus drove for a while, making sure he wasn't followed as he arrived back at Michael's house. He really didn't want to get arrested for pulling down a house... He pulled his Hexer up onto the driveway, getting off as he saw Michael and Franklin driving up in the gardener's truck. Marcus was confused as to why he saw a bunch of bullet holes on the truck, so he quickly ran up to them.
"Guys, what the fuck?! Why is there a bunch of bullet holes in the truck?!" Marcus asked.
"It's a long story, nothing to worry about." Michael replied with a casual shrug.
"'Nothing to worry about'? Martin Madrazo isn't someone to worry about?" Franklin asked, bluntly.
Martin Madrazo?! The crime boss?! He was so famous that even Marcus knew who he was from his days in Liberty City! He dominated a few crime rings there after Mikhail Faustin and Dimitri Rascalov were killed. He managed to get the blessing from the Mafia's Commission to do it, but he still was a big player back in Liberty! He was NOT a man to be trifled with.
"Wait, what about Madrazo?! What the fuck did you do, Mike?! Did he own that house?!" Marcus demanded to know.
"No, but I think that one of his girls did. The bullets are from some of his boys we ran into... Like I said, it's nothing to worry about. I'll handle it." Michael replied, calmly.
Marcus threw his arms up in frustration, but quickly made himself calm down. Freaking out about pulling a mob boss's house off of a hill wouldn't solve anything, no matter how much Michael pretended to. But seriously though, he just hoped that Kyle got the message to leave Amanda and Michael the fuck alone.
Michael started walking up his porch steps, turning back to look at Marcus and Franklin with a feeling of gratitude.
"Hey, thanks for the help out there today, guys. I had no idea it would get that hot." Michael said, referring to the shootout he and Franklin went into with Madrazo's men.
"Shit, pulling houses off the hillside sure has a weird way of fucking with people." Franklin commented.
"Well, I guess Franklin's right... Fucked up as it was, I actually kinda had fun. I just hope it'll not get messed up in the long run, though." Marcus shrugged.
Michael sighed and shook his head. Kyle deserved every bit of what he had coming to him and more, but Michael still thought he was fully retired.
"Yeah, well, I was through with all that shit... I don't know what the hell's going on." Michael commented.
Suddenly, the three men heard a vehicle approaching up the driveway. They turned and saw a black SUV approaching, causing them all to frown in the suspense. Who the hell were these guys that were inside?
"Well, Mike... we're about to find out." Marcus replied to Michael's comment.
The SUV stopped in the driveway and four people got out. Two of them appeared to be some random Hispanic goons, one of them had a baseball bat and a T shirt from Liberty City. The other two people that got out was a middle-aged Hispanic man in a blue suit, and the other was a woman with a leopard shirt and black jacket. The man frowned and angrily approached them.
"Do you know who I am? Do you know who I am?! Do you?!" the man demanded to know.
"No!" Michael frowned.
"What about the other two? Hmm? Do either of you know who I am?" the man frowned.
Franklin had a minimal amount of information on the man, but he thought he knew who he was. Marcus, on the other hand, knew exactly who this angry person was. It freaked him out a little too...
"I know who you are..." Marcus said.
"Good. I know who Michael is, I know where he lives. But what about you two? Who are you?" the man frowned.
"I'm Franklin." Franklin said.
"Marcus Thompson." Marcus said.
The man shrugged and then held out his hand.
"Licenses..." the man ordered them to give him, frowning.
Hesitantly, Marcus and Franklin reached into their pockets and got out their licenses. They handed them out to the man, but the goon with the baseball bat snatched them away from them, causing them to frown. He then proceeded to hand the licenses to the man, and the man closely examined them before he looked back up at the two men. He also didn't give the licenses back, just putting them in his own pocket.
"Now, Franklin and Marcus... maybe you two could help Mr. De Santa here, explain to him who I am?" the man asked.
"You're Martin Madrazo..." Marcus stated.
"Good boy. Now, maybe one of you give him a little of the background." the man, Martin Madrazo, ordered.
Franklin reluctantly walked down the steps and looked back up at Michael, seeing that the older man was a little disturbed that the crime boss was a real person, and also a real threat. Now he felt a little stupid for thinking he wasn't anything major...
"Man, Mr. Madrazo... Mr. Madrazo is a 'legitimate businessman' who was 'wrongfully accused' of running a Mexican-American gang, and a narcotics ring. But the charges were dropped because the witnesses came up... 'missing'." Franklin explained, using a hell of a lot of metaphors.
"Smart kid..." Martin complimented, actually kinda impressed that Franklin knew that much about him. Marcus only rolled his eyes, knowing he knew more than Franklin.
Martin then turned to his goon with the bat and took it from him, looking back at Michael with a deceiving smile on his face.
"Now, Michael... I have a question for you." Martin said, trailing off.
Suddenly, Martin pushed Marcus out of the way, causing the man to fall onto the ground as Martin hit Michael in the arm with his baseball bat, HARD. Marcus looked up at the scene, wide eyed as he saw Michael laying on the ground and painfully clutching his arm.
"Why did you pull an architecturally, significant, modernist wonder home down the hillside in Vinewood Hills?!" Martin demanded to know.
"I thought the owner was banging my wife..." Michael painfully groaned.
"Well that was a strange house for a tennis coach..."
"I wasn't thinking straight..."
"Heh, clearly..."
Marcus saw one of the goons was aiming a Beretta at them, but Martin gestured to him and made him lower it. Martin threateningly looked at Franklin, seeing him raise his hands a little bit to show he wasn't going to be a threat.
"Well... Natalia will need a hotel while you finance the repairs, won't she?" Martin asked Michael, handing the baseball bat to one of the goons.
"Sure..." Michael agreed, deciding it was best to just do as Martin said. He knew that if he didn't then it would bring harm to him and his family...
"Good. And I'm guessing here that the rebuild will be somewhere in the... two point five million range?" Martin guessed, setting the price that Michael owed.
"Of course..." Michael sighed, reluctantly agreeing with the price.
Martin nodded and he started walking away. Natalia frowned and walked up to Michael, spitting on him while he was down. Soon she and the goons walked back to the SUV where Martin was waiting, and they got inside as Marcus got himself off the ground. Franklin went to help up Michael, surprised about what just happened and now a little bit worried about his friend.
"Damn, you alright?" Franklin asked.
"Never better..." Michael sighed, sarcastically.
"You sure? Dude, you might need to get that checked out." Marcus suggested.
"I'm fine..." Michael sternly told him.
The three men were exhausted after the previous events, but now they had to raise 2.5 million dollars... how?
"Now what?" Franklin asked.
"Looks like I'm gonna have to postpone my retirement... Fuck!" Michael sighed. "Ah, guys, I'm mortgaged up to my eyeballs... Look, I only know one way to make money. I'm gonna have to give an old friend a call. Lester... I think he's still in town somewhere." he also said.
Marcus's eyes went wide when he heard that. Lester Crest was in town and he was still alive?! What the fuck was he doing in Los Santos?! He hadn't heard anything about or from him since that day in Liberty City!
"Lester's alive?! Holy shit! He's here?!" Marcus asked.
"Yeah, he's here, I think... I'm not a hundred percent sure. We might have to track him down." Michael replied. "Look, just give me some alone time for now. Mark, check into a hotel or something. I need time to think..." he added.
"Sure, Mike... I'll do that. But let me know when you find Lester." Marcus said.
Franklin nodded at Michael and gave him a fist bump, deciding to do as Michael said and leave him for the time being.
"For sure, dog." Franklin nodded.
The two men began to walk away as Michael walked up the steps to his porch, cursing to himself about everything that happened. How couldn't he see that Kyle wasn't the owner of that fucking house?! He felt like an idiot! He went inside and shut the doors behind him, having a LOT to think about now.
Franklin got in his car and he drove out of the neighborhood, just simply awaiting the phone call for when he would be needed again, plus he had some shit in Chamberlain Hills to get out of the way. Marcus got on his Hexer and drove out onto the streets, hoping that Michael would be able to find Lester Crest, but even he knew it would be a massive undertaking to accomplish that...
Either way, Martin Madrazo was gonna get his money, or beat 2.5 million dollars out of the three of them before killing them...