Sorry 'bout the days-long hiatus. Here's a longer chapter.
The next morning at around 9, Amanda was drinking some juice in the kitchen when she received a text from Tracey. 'Hey mom, I'm safe btw. Had a quiet night out, stayed over at Franklin's. ;)'
Amanda rolled her eyes and smirked after reading this. "Hey, Michael!"
"Yeah?" Michael responded from the couch.
Amanda then walked over and sat beside him. "Just got a text from Trace. She's fine, she says."
"She stay out late again? Where'd she go?" Michael asked.
Amanda smirked mischievously. "Just out."
As Michael watched TV, Amanda got her phone up and texted Tracey again. 'Did you bang him?'
Not a minute later, Tracey replied. 'Good and hard. I'm so in love!'
'Glad to hear it! :)'
Franklin awoke on his bed, laying on his back; when he looked up, he saw a naked Tracey resting her head on his bare chest as she casually flicked through her phone. "Morning, Frankie!" Tracey greeted. "How'd ya sleep?"
"Ay, baby..." Franklin said wearily as he rubbed his eyes. "Damn, that was a good night."
Tracey giggled. "Wasn't it just..."
"So, uh... Are you... Are we..." Franklin began.
"Yesss?" Tracey asked expectantly.
"We, uh... Are we a thing now?" Franklin asked.
Tracey looked at Franklin. "Only if you wanna be."
"Yeah." Franklin admitted. "Do you?"
"Yes." Tracey answered with utmost certainty. They then leaned in and sealed their lips with a kiss.
Later that day, Jimmy and Taliana were eating Burger Shot in her van. "What other video games d'ya like?" Jimmy asked as he dipped some fries in ketchup.
"Honestly, mostly just the classics from the nineties and early noughties." Tali answered as she ate her Bleeder. "But what really engages me, at times, is movies. REAL, good movies. Like... The Thing, The Warriors, The Godfather, Scarface, stuff like that."
Jimmy's eyebrows went up in realisation. "Huh, they all have video games based on 'em, ya know."
"Hell yeah they do!" Tali responded with a grin. "But I only played The Warriors. I've watched playthroughs of the others though. MAN, I love that game."
"Um, hey... you're, uh... not too busy today, right?" Tali asked.
"Hell naw, why?" Jimmy asked.
"I, uh, got some friends up in Sandy Shores. I know I said I don't smoke, but they do - and some gnarly shit it is. You wanna hit it up?" Tali asked.
Jimmy thought. "In Blaine County? Not been all the way up there before, but sure, I'll hang."
Tali smirked. "Sweet."
Meanwhile, Niko Bellic was in a taxi heading towards Francis International Airport, oblivious of the fact that a man in a car was tailing him.
"Okay, sweetheart, I love you too. We'll talk soon." Niko said to his wife over the phone before hanging up. He then paid the taxi driver. "Thanks, buddy."
Niko left the taxi and took his suitcase with him. He smirked to himself as he went into the airport, finally going to another place in America other than Liberty City. Some time later, after boarding his flight, he plugged his headphones into his new phone and blasted some Metallica down his eardrums.
'Man, THIS is the American music I've been missing all my life!' Niko thought to himself with a satisfied smirk.
However, it still didn't quite manage to drown out the screams of a very angry child who was misbehaving. Niko thought that getting married to the woman who he thought of as the love of his life was the best thing to ever happen to him; she had made him calmer, more self-aware, more compassionate, and more motivated... but he STILL could not stand the squawking children of bad parents. So, after a short while of the plane being up in the air, Niko removed his headphones and immediately got an earful. He briefly turned his head over his shoulder to look over at the screaming boy, and hesitated for a minute.
"He JUST has a behavioral problem - there's nothing I can do." The boy's mother argued with the stewardess.
"Seems like he's not the only one." Niko called over, still facing forward, not even looking in her direction.
Niko couldn't see it of course, but he took a wild guess that the mother glared at him with an open mouth in shock - and he'd be right to think so. "Excuse me?!" She called over.
Niko then turned his head and looked at her with a casual expression. "What?"
"Don't patronise me on how to raise children, thank you very much!" The mother demanded.
Niko held out his hands in defense and put on a scared expression. "Oh, so sorry, madam! Please, keep doing a great job!" Niko quipped.
The mother rolled her eyes and grimaced. "Some people have no manners."
Niko heard this, but he stayed silent for a minute so that the surrounding passengers would stop chuckling and staring, and gradually lose interest. When nobody else was looking, and the young boy was still whining, Niko silently turned to face him. It wasn't long before their eyes met, at which point Niko put on a much angrier expression than he actually was, and cracked his knuckles. Loudly. The boy's eyes widened in fear, and this made him shut up. Niko turned to face front again and smiled to himself as he put his headphones back on.
Some time later, Niko walked out of Los Santos International Airport and immediately removed his brown leather coat, leaving him in just his white t-shirt and blue jeans. "MAN, it's hot here." Niko said to himself, before spotting a taxi and whistling at it to lure its driver's attention. "Yellow car!"
That evening, Trevor was sitting in his office at Vanilla Unicorn when he called Franklin. "Hello?"
"Franklin! Get over here, I'm at the strip club!" Trevor said enthusiastically.
"Why, what you need?" Franklin asked as he lay in bed. Tracey then got curious and lifted her head off Franklin's bare chest.
"Who's that, sexy?" Tracey asked with a sweet smile.
Franklin removed the phone from his ear. "Just Trevor, gorgeous."
Tracey's eyes lit up a bit. "Oh, Uncle Trevor - lemme talk to him!" Tracey pleaded. Franklin looked at Tracey's innocent expression and rolled his eyes in defeat as he gave her the phone. "Hi, Uncle Trevor!" Tracey said down the phone.
Trevor looked at his phone in confusion before bringing it back to his ear. "Tracey?"
"How are ya, Trevor?!" Tracey asked.
Trevor shook his head. "Uh- uh, good! Good, I'm good, same as always! How're you?"
"Great!" Tracey answered. "I'm getting into college soon!"
"Yeah, I heard! Well, good for you - you earned it."
"Thank you, Trevor - love you!" Tracey then handed the phone back to Franklin and kissed him on the cheek.
"Ay, Trevor man." Franklin said to Trevor, just as Tracey unwrapped the bedsheets off her naked frame and walked to the stairs, intentionally swaying her backside for Franklin as she smirked proudly.
"Franklin..." Trevor grunted lowly. "Where are you?..."
"I'm just at home - why?"
Trevor sighed slowly, as if to calm himself. "What... the FUCK... is Tracey doing at your house - and at this time of day?!"
Franklin's eyes widened. "Damn, man, what's wrong wit'chu? Huh?"
"Why is Tracey there?!" Trevor asked again.
"Man, we just over here chillin', man!" Franklin boomed back. "Man, Mike knows we're together an' shit, so what's yo' beef?"
Trevor sighed again. "Look... just... come to the strip club, and... I'll explain why I needed to talk to you." Trevor then hung up. Franklin raised an eyebrow in shock and looked at his phone in disbelief.
'DAMN. What a psycho.' Franklin thought as he got out of bed. He didn't bother showering - he just threw on some jeans, a t-shirt, and a jacket, before jogging upstairs to the kitchen, where he spotted Tracey. She was still stark naked, and stuffing a seemingly very enjoyable sandwich into her mouth; she saw Franklin coming and gave him a big, dumb grin as she chewed.
"Ay, gorgeous, I gotta run - Trevor needs somethin'." Franklin wasted no time in grabbing Tracey's hips and slamming his lips onto her own, despite her mouth still being half-full; not that Franklin minded, of course. He then parted, as he was about to leave, he hesitated and glared at Tracey - eying her up and down. "Damn, if I don't want a piece of THAT..."
Tracey couldn't help but smile as she finally chewed the last of her sandwich, before swallowing - for the second time in that hour. "Oh, you head out." Tracey reassured Franklin with an understanding smile as she stepped forward and rubbed his chest. She then gave him a kiss. "I'll be waiting here, stud..."
Franklin smiled as he walked away and left the house.
A while later, Franklin had made it to the Vanilla Unicorn; he walked through the entrance and towards the main area. He gave the barmaid and the strippers a friendly wave as he walked to the VIP area; Infernus was on the main stage whilst Peach was walking around wiggling her ass. As Franklin walked towards the office, he looked to his left and saw Sapphire and Fufu chatting to each other whilst on their phones.
"Hey, girls." Franklin greeted, making them turn around.
"Hey, Franklin!" Sapphire chirped back.
"Hello, sweetie!" Fufu replied in her thick Parisian accent as she waved.
As Trevor paced around his office, Franklin opened the door and closed it behind him. "Ay, man- GAH!"
Trevor hastily grabbed Franklin's throat and pushed his back flat to the wall. "Did you hurt her?!"
Franklin choked and tried to claw at Trevor's hand around his throat. "Agh, what?!" Franklin sputtered.
Trevor eased the grip a little bit. "Did. You. Hurt. My. Tracey?!"
"Man, shit, NO!" Franklin defended himself, prompting Trevor to unhand him with a grunt. "Fuck!"
"Grr!" Trevor grunted. "Then what was she doing at yours?!"
"Man, what the shit is this?" Franklin asked, fully annoyed as he rubbed his neck. "You got a fuckin' problem wit' me takin' care of Trace?!"
"No - don't even CALL her that! You haven't earned it!" Trevor argued.
"Ay, you paranoid asshole - I'm the one that's been drivin' her away from wild parties an' shit. Gettin' her to calm it down with that shit." Franklin explained.
Trevor calmed down a bit. "What're you talkin' about?"
"Man, she was crazy, man - doin' cocaine and booze all night. She ain't done none o' that shit since she started seein' me, man!"
Trevor's expression softened. "What? She was doing drugs?..." Trevor asked, to which Franklin nodded. "Oh, fuck! And I thought Jimmy was bad."
"Man, well, Tracey's mellowed out a lot, man. Cut off her dealer, not gettin' drunk all the time, just watchin' TV an' shit like a normal person!" Franklin explained. "I've never seen Mike happier with her, man."
Trevor pointed at Franklin. "All right... All right, lemme- lemme ask ya somethin'. Have you been doing that sweet girl?"
Franklin paused. "Huh?"
"Have you done it with Tracey?!" Trevor raised his voice again.
"Yeah! A'right- that's just what people do, man!"
"And it was consensual?!"
"Yeah!" Franklin shouted. Trevor thought for a sec.
"Fine... I accept these circumstances. But don't you EVER hurt little Tracey." Trevor warned as he pointed at Franklin, who rolled his eyes.
"Man, why the fuck would I do that? Asshole..." Franklin said with irritation.
"I'm SORRY - I just get a little overprotective of the kids is all." Trevor said calmly.
"Man, you notfuckin' trust me or somethin'? Man, that makes me sick, Trevor - I'm honestly offended." Franklin scolded Trevor. "In fact, you know what, just fuckin' forget it, man. What'd you want?"
"Look, I'm sor-" Trevor began.
"What did you want?" Franklin deadpanned.
Trevor paused. "I wanna sell you the club."
Franklin's eyebrows raised. "Come again?"
"I wanna sell the Vanilla Unicorn to you." Trevor repeated.
Franklin's frown gradually grew into a smile, considering what'd just happened. "Man, you fo' real? Haw, shit! Cool! For how much?"
Trevor showed Franklin his phone screen, with a high figure typed on. "This is the exact figure, my friend." Trevor said to Franklin.
Franklin rubbed his chin for a sec. "A'ight, I'm pretty sure I could spare that much. Sweet!"
"So, it's a deal?" Trevor asked as he held his hand out for a handshake.
"Deal, man." Franklin said as he shook Trevor's hand. They then parted, but as Franklin went to leave, he turned back to Trevor. "Oh, yeah..." Franklin gave Trevor a hard uppercut, knocking him down after hearing his teeth chatter. "That's for chokin' me, man. No hard feelings, right?"
Trevor stirred for a moment as he tried to get up. "I deserve that." Trevor said to Franklin, who then left.
