Michael's POV

Getting back into the game was not in the plan but my wife fucking her tennis instructor wasn't part of the happy retired family plan either but here I am, getting ready to case out the Vangelico Jewelry store with a brand new crew all because my fucking temper made me pull down the wrong house, or maybe it was my fucking wife who made me do that.

I wanted to retire from my life if crime and live out the rest of my days as a dedicated family man but it turns out it was my fucking family who would throw a wrench right into that plan. The hardest part of being the family man, was dealing with my own family, and for the first time in a long time the thought of getting shot at sounds better than having to hear Tracey bitch about the new lovely name Jimmy had come up for her or listening to my wife Amanda bitch about my alleged philandering, while she simultaneously fucks her way from one end to Los Santos to the other. First it was the kids' teachers, now it's the tennis coach I've been paying to work on her back stroke not to take her from behind. According to her though, it is all my fault because I'm nothing but an old, fat, drunk who 'allegedly' fucks anything that moves, which wasn't the case. At least for now.

I didn't plan on falling for the bartender at the Vanilla Unicorn but here I am, trying to decide what to wear in order to impress a woman twenty years my junior who I am about to go scout out a heist with. The plan was simple, today we would go scout out the location and figure out the security setup, and let Blondie attempt to get into the security system and to finally plan out the heist and if all went well we would go for it tomorrow and hopefully make out with enough for me to pay off Martin Madrazo and have enough left over to get something nice, maybe something for my new favorite blonde.

Lauren had texted me her address the night before and I was familiar with the area. Not quite the hood but close enough to it. She shouldn't be leaving in that shitty neighborhood by herself, but what could I say to this blonde I had just met but was already falling for. Maybe after the money we get from this heist I could convince her to move somewhere a little nicer.

I got in my car and headed over to her apartment but before I left I made sure to give her some instructions like, "Wear something slutty, to stay in uh character ;)" to which she responded " Surrreeeeee." I made it to her apartment and went up the rickety steps past the gangbangers and up to her door and I knocked twice, to which she responded come in.

"Do you know how dangerous it is for you to leave that door unlocked? I could've been a serial kill-" I was interrupted when she stepped around the corner in a skin tight red dress with cut outs under the breasts and right above the hips and sky high black heels. Her long blonde hair was curled and pulled around to one side showing off her fake diamond earrings, which I made note to steal some real ones tomorrow and sneak them to her after the heist. I gathered my jaw off of the floor and managed to form a sentence.

"You look stunning Blondie!"

"Well you said slutty, but just because I work in a strip club doesn't make me a whore, so I threw something together. Now what did you mean by stay in character?" She asked twirling her curls around fingers.

"Well we have to come up with some excuse as to why we are in a jewelry store looking around. So what should are stories be?" I said.

"Father daughter buying matching purity rings?" She suggested jokingly.

"Yeah that outfit makes that one fucking believable, how about sugar daddy buying you something pretty?" I said moving closer to the gorgeous blonde in front of me. She took a step closer to me looking down at her black heels, I nudged her chin up and pushed my lips against hers and for the first time in a long time I felt something, not like when I kissed Amanda. I felt something, that could have been love, but I only knew her a few days. She pulled back and looked my deep in the eyes.

"Michael this isn't right You're married, and I just can't do this it isn't right." She said turning away from me, I grabbed her shoulder and turned her around to look at me.

"Lauren it isn't like that, we may be married but we aren't together and we haven't been for a very long time. Amanda and I are just tolerating each other these days anyways."

"I still don't like being the mistress…" She said looking at the floor.

"You aren't going to be a mistress." I said pulling her chin up to look at me.

"Then what am I going to be?" She said, making me try and figure out what to call this situation we were in.

"Right now can we just be us? Like just the two of us against everyone else. Just you and me baby against the fucking world." I said finally getting a smile out of her.

"Well damn I thought we were going for the sugar daddy character in real life though!" She said in a typical Los Santos blonde accent getting a laugh from me which led her to laugh too.

"Yeah well, after this job we are working on you won't need a sugar daddy baby."

"Oh is that right Mr. De Santa?" She said playing with the lapel on my jacket.

"You bet I'm fucking a right about that baby. Now come on let's get down to the store and start scouting."