Chapter 8: Grand Opening
It had been a few weeks since Franklin and Tracey's date at the Vinewood party, with Michael aware they had been seeing each other openly. Franklin and Tracey were at Franklin's home, Tracey was skinny dipping in the pool and Franklin was grilling some steaks on the grill. Tracey came out of the pool, walking seductively catching Franklin's attention. "Pour Some Sugar On Me" by Def Leppard popped into Franklin's head as she walked towards him. Tracey shook her head to shake the water out of her hair, she grabbed a towel and dried off. She sat down in a lawn chair, where she had a margarita sitting on a table. Franklin was still grilling, he had a glass of bourbon and cola on ice sitting on a small table by the grill. "What do we got with those steaks?" Tracey asked Franklin. "I got skewers marinating, with some potatoes and corn ready to go on the grill." Franklin replied. "Yummy." Tracey said licking her lips. Franklin walked upstairs onto his deck and inside his house, he grabbed the shish ka bab out of the marinade and put them on a plate with the ears of corn and the two potatoes all wrapped in foil.
After a few moments, the food was done. At this point Tracey was clothed in a two piece pink bikini with a pink t shirt. Franklin wore a black t shirt, ball shorts, and green sneakers. He sat the food down at the table on his deck, Tracey grabbed her drink and sat across from him. The two ate the meal Franklin had prepared, Tracey was amazed at his cooking. "O M G! This is fucking good!" Tracey exclaimed. "Glad you like it." Franklin replied. "We need something in our stomach for the drinking we're gonna do at Trevor's new club tonight." Franklin told Tracey. "Oh, yeah! I forgot about that!" Tracey replied. "Do you think dad and mom are gonna come?" Tracey asked Franklin. "I doubt it, they're too old for that kind of fun. Your dad would be miserable, and your mom despises Trevor." Franklin replied. "Yeah, true. We'll have fun though." Tracey told Franklin.
That night, they pulled into the club parking lot. Techno music was heard even outside, Franklin shook his head at the sound. He got out of his Comet and walked to the passenger side door, he wore a green Feud hoodie, black cargo shorts, and the same green sneakers as before. He opened the door for Tracey, who was in a pink Mini skirt, white blouse, and flip flops. They linked arms and walked towards the door, they were immediately stopped by the bouncer. "Sorry, this party is invitation only." The bouncer told them. "Motherfucker, we are invited. Trevor's my boy." Franklin told the bouncer. "Yeah, and he's my uncle you dick!" Tracey shouted. "Okay, you're definitely not getting in." The tall muscular man told them. "What's going on here?" Trevor's voice asked as he walked outside. Trevor wore a whacky looking orange tuxedo, black loafers, and a white carnation. "Mr. Philips, nothing. Just keeping the riff raff out of the club." The bouncer replied. "You fucking moron! These are my friends!" Trevor shouted in the bouncer's face. "When I found you, you were washing cars and sucking dick for coke money. You're more than welcome to be the janitor here to support your habits. Do you want to be my fucking cleaning guy? Is that it!?" Trevor asked the bouncer. "No, sir." The bouncer replied. "I didn't think so." Trevor told him. "Come on, we're all waiting." Trevor told the couple, moving the doorman aside.
Inside the club, it was booming. Techno music played, everyone was doing ecstasy and dancing wearing glowsticks, and niche drinks were being served. Stephanie was at the bar serving her signature drink, Packie was watching the floor. Franklin and Tracey walked to the bar, Franklin leaned onto the bar and looked at Steph. "Hey, set us up with a couple drinks." Franklin told her. "What'll you have? I got my signature drink Mind Fuck." Stephanie asked in response. "Nah, she'll have a Pina Colada and I'll take a dirty martini." Franklin replied. Stephanie prepared the drinks, Franklin spotted Michael and Amanda walking in. "Look at this place, I can't believe that crazy bastard talked me into going thirds on this dump." Michael told Amanda as he walked in. "You're the one who wanted to come, Michael. At least pretend to have fun." Amanda replied. "Yeah, I'll pretend when I get a drink.
Michael and Amanda approached the bar, they were wearing their regular street clothes. Michael noticed Franklin and Tracey standing there, he tapped Franklin on the shoulder. "Hey." He said as Franklin turned around. "Hey, man. Didn't expect to see you here." Franklin told Michael. "Ah, it's date night with the wife. And I own a third of the club, thought I'd come and check it out." Michael replied. Stephanie handed the couple their drinks, she then handed Michael and Amanda a glass of bourbon and a glass of wine she had prepared when she saw them coming. "A toast." Michael said raising his glass. "To a life of luxury." Franklin added. "Cheers!" They all said as they clinked their glasses together. They drank their drinks, when the sound of gunfire at the entrance startled everyone.
The men ran outside, three cars full of Ancelotti men pulled up and parked. The goons got out of their cars and sprayed the crowd, the bouncer got caught in the crossfire. They all pulled their weapons and defended the club, the crowd all ran away because of the action. Five more cars rolled up to do a drive by on the group, Michael, Packie, Trevor, and Franklin held their own and took out as many cars as they could. After the gunfight was over, one more car drove by. This car didn't shoot though, the back passenger side door rolled down, and the passenger threw a duffel bag out the window before speeding off. Trevor walked over to the bag, he opened it up. Inside the bag was Wade's severed head, carved into his forehead was the word "Greenlight" Trevor threw Wade's dead to the ground and stomped on it, screaming as he did so. "Those motherfuckers are gonna pay!" Trevor shouted. He stormed inside the club, he looked around as the club was now empty with only the two women standing at the bar. "Get out!" He shouted. Steph and Tracey did as he told them, they left with their men as Trevor closed the club.