Grand Theft Auto: Cost of Revenge

Chapter 6 of my Grand Theft Auto story, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Grand Theft Auto or its characters.

Difficult Times

Hanging out at one of the local bars, Franklin was in a pensive mood. He couldn't get his mind off Tracey De Santa and the meeting they had earlier that day at the pier. Something about it just wouldn't leave him alone, it felt nice, strangely nice and yet at the same time, more than that.

But he was still troubled. 'I shouldn't even be thinking things like this. I mean c'mon, it's the first time we've really met to be honest...Yet, it feels, strange...different.'

Biting back a sigh he took another drink and shook his head. He knew mainly what was troubling him; the strange feelings he had begun to feel as they parted company. They still wouldn't leave him alone.

'This is getting ridiculous, I have to get these thoughts out of my mind; I can't just ignore I know but...If I pursue what I'm feeling right now. Michael would...urgh...' Needless to say he was stuck and unsure what to do.

"Yo, Frank, you in there or what?"

He started and turned to Lamar who sat next to him.

"Huh?"

Lamar shook his head. "Thought I'd lost you there; what's on your mind?"

"Oh, it's...it's nothing." Franklin quickly replied.

"Didn't look like nothing to me." Lamar replied. "What's got you all worked up?"

Franklin sighed but shook his head; trying to convince Lamar to drop it; now wasn't the time for him to be sharing his problems with someone else; especially when said problems needed to be buried as far as he was concerned.

Meanwhile, back home, Tracey bit her lip as she sat before her laptop. She was lost in thought about her meeting with Franklin.

'He's even more interesting than I originally thought and...and not to mention the fact I'm beginning to feel...God am I actually…?' She found herself wondering.

She tried to focus, although it wasn't easy; especially since the thoughts kept invading her mind and wouldn't leave her alone.

"Trace, you still with us, girl?"

She quickly focused; she was using her laptop to talk to her friends and realized she had been spacing out.

"Yeah, yeah I'm here." She replied quickly.

One of them laughed. "Honestly, Tracey what is with you, getting all distracted like this?"

She shook her head. "It's nothing to worry about; sorry. Where were we?"

Recovering their good humour they all resumed talking and it wasn't until later, when said conversation was finished and Tracey closed down her laptop that she found herself thinking about her issues again.

'What do I do?' She wondered. 'Even if what I am feeling is what I think it is; could it even work, I mean...what would…?'

She sighed, she wasn't getting anywhere with this and she knew, at this rate, someone in the family, most likely Jimmy, was going to notice and that would lead to a whole barrage of questions she'd rather avoid.

Franklin had to admit; he wasn't sure what to expect when he dropped by the Vanilla Unicorn. Obviously business was booming, things seemed to be going well for the girls and he spotted Wade getting a private dance from his usual two dancers.

"Well, well, Franklin, good to see you." Infernus smirked as she approached.

Franklin shook his head. "Sorry girl, I'm actually here to see the boss man."

Infernus just nodded. "Oh, well, he's in his office, you know the way."

Smirking Franklin nodded and soon headed through. Trevor was seated at his desk, taking a deep drink from the beer bottle he was holding. Although the actual contents were anyone's guess.

"Hey Trevor, been a while."

Trevor looked up and grinned. "Hey, there he is. How's it going, Franklin?"

Sitting down Franklin nodded. "Ah pretty good, can't complain. How about you, I uh...spoke to Michel?"

"Yeah well, you know how it is." Trevor replied. "I'm a man of action and times are just getting a little boring. It's still a struggle, but I'm learning to adjust."

"Yeah, I can see that; you do seem a lot more cheerful than what Michael said." Franklin admitted.

Trevor just shrugged. "I am now."

The two continued to talk and it was clear that, despite his struggles, Trevor was indeed in better spirits than before and coming to terms with things calming down.

It was 3:30 in the morning, even then the streets of Los Santos had people on them; but for many, it was indeed time to call it a night. One such place was the De Santa house, everything was quiet, the family all asleep. But as the minutes ticked by, that peace was soon shattered. At exactly 3:33 AM the phone rang, startling Michael into wakefulness. He quickly picked it up.

"Hello?" He questioned blearily.

There was no answer; but there was definitely someone on the other end, Michael could hear them.

"Who is this?" He questioned, a bit more testily.

The caller hung up and Michael started at the phone and then the clock, startled and more than a little confused.

End of chapter, now things are taking a bit of an interesting turn, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.