GTA V : The golden

Ethan got in his car and left his dad's place, heading back to the city.

Ethan sat in his luxury car, driving aimlessly. The city was loud around him, but he felt completely isolated. The city lights reflected shadows on his face, and the sounds of honking horns and pedestrians barely reached his ears. He tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, trying to break the internal silence.

He turned onto one of the main streets without planning any destination. He realized he was wasting his time, but he didn't know how to fill this emptiness. He grabbed his phone for a moment, opened the contacts list, and called Michael.

"Michael, where are you?"

You could hear the sound of wheels screeching and a car's horn blaring in the background.

"Ethan, now's not a good time! I've got a big problem."

"What's going on?"

"A bunch of idiots stole my boat! They think they can get away with it, but they're wrong!" Michael said, fuming.

"They stole your boat? Where are you?" Ethan asked seriously.

"Near Del Perro. If you're close, get here quick!" Michael hung up.

Ethan sped through the city's crowded streets. The sun reflected off the car's front, and the road ahead was full of the usual traffic in the early morning. But he didn't care about the traffic. He moved swiftly, changing lanes smoothly.

Familiar city landmarks appeared around him: skyscrapers, massive billboards, and trees lining the streets. He pushed the gas pedal hard when he found a gap in the cars.

"I gotta get to Del Perro before it's too late," Ethan thought.

He turned on his blinker and headed towards a highway leading to the coast. The traffic started thinning out, giving him more space to accelerate. The city noises gradually faded as open spaces stretched ahead.

Ethan entered the start of Del Perro coastal road. The sun was rising in the horizon, shining over the distant sea, while his car continued moving steadily.

Ethan got closer to Del Perro, with the sea on his right, and the morning sun casting a golden glow on the water. As he sped down the wide road, his eyes caught sight of a massive truck carrying a luxury boat, being chased by a red sports car. His heart raced when he noticed Michael and Franklin in the middle of a wild chase.

"What the hell? That's definitely Michael."

He slammed the gas pedal harder to catch up with the red car. His eyes were fixed on Michael driving the red car, and Franklin, who was trying to get closer to the truck and jump onto the boat.

Michael glanced at the side mirror to see Ethan's car closing in fast. He yelled while focusing on the road ahead.

"The plan is not to lose the boat! Franklin's trying to get on it, and we need to keep them on the road!"

"Damn, this is crazy!" Ethan yelled.

"Stop whining, dad's boy!" Michael yelled as he got closer to the boat.

"Fuck !" Franklin said as he jumped onto the boat, struggling to hold on.

As he climbed, someone else appeared, trying to knock Franklin off the boat. Franklin fought back.

Suddenly, Ethan appeared on the side, with a Gelok pistol in his hand. He stuck his hand out the window, aimed without thinking, and fired a shot straight at the man.

The bullet hit the man's head, blood splattering onto Franklin as he fell onto the road, getting run over by passing cars.

"Thanks, man," Franklin said, catching his breath before continuing to climb.

"You're messing with the wrong retiree!" Michael shouted with excitement.

Ethan briefly glanced at the body before turning his attention back to the road.

Another guy appeared, trying to stop Franklin.

But Michael took care of him quickly.

"Now look for Jimmy!" Michael told Franklin.

"Wait, what the hell is Jimmy doing here?!" Ethan yelled at Michael, who didn't bother explaining.

"Michael's car's not gonna last long before it seizes up," Ethan thought, watching smoke come out from under the hood.

"Hey! Wait, you're the guy from the remium deluxe motorsport ?" Jimmy yelled.

"Yeah, it's a long story, my friend!" Franklin said as he pushed Jimmy to jump into the car, but unfortunately, the boat's rudder hit him and knocked him off, sending him flying out of the boat, clinging to the logo.

"Damn it!" Ethan cursed as he swerved right around the truck, while Michael screamed at Jimmy and moved towards him.

Ethan shook off a few guys trying to knock Franklin off.

Jimmy fell onto Michael's convertible.

They were now halfway across the Los Santos International Airport bridge.

After securing Jimmy, Franklin was about to try jumping into Michael's car.

"I'm not jumping this distance, man, get closer!" Franklin yelled at Michael.

Michael sped up, and at any moment, it seemed like the car was about to seize up.

Finally, Franklin jumped and shouted, "Remind me not to come to you for fatherly advice!"

"This is what I was waiting for," Ethan thought. He pressed the gas pedal even harder, matching the truck's speed. He was weaving between cars, suddenly jumping in front of Ethan, then swerving quickly again.

A critical moment. Ethan decided to end this madness. He stuck his hand out the window, aimed at the truck driver, and pulled the trigger. The bullet went straight through the truck's windshield and hit the driver's head.

The driver didn't have time to react. The bullet struck him with force, and he collapsed instantly, while the truck began to swerve as the driver lost control of the wheel.

The truck slammed into the side wall with a loud crash. The violent impacts made the truck bounce slightly, but the wall stopped it, gradually slowing it down. The wheels stopped sliding, but they still spun for a brief moment, sparking from the friction, before the truck finally came to a complete halt.

"Damn it," Ethan muttered.

He pulled over to the side of the road.

Waiting for Michael, whose car was likely struggling.

Ethan's patience ran out, so he got out of the car and walked over to the truck.

When he reached it, he paused for a moment, took a deep breath, then turned to the closed door of the truck. The windshield was shattered, and glass was scattered on the ground.

He entered and saw the truck driver, covered in blood, with pieces of his brain scattered across the seat.

Ethan fought back the nausea, closed the door, and walked away, holding his mouth.

He sat down on the side of the road, staring at the ground.

Then he heard a car pull up next to him quickly, and Michael and Franklin got out.

"Oh my fucking boat!" Michael yelled angrily when he saw his boat almost destroyed.

"Here you go, man," Franklin said as he approached Ethan and handed him a bottle of water.

"Thanks," Ethan said as he drank it quickly.

"Are you okay, Ethan?" Michael asked.

"Yeah, but I can't say the same about your boat."

Michael looked at the boat and sighed, "At least no one got it."

"Thanks, Ethan. I owe you," Michael said.

"I owe you too, man," Franklin said.

"Don't worry about it," Ethan smiled.

"Now we gotta go before the cops show up," Ethan reminded them, the noise they caused must have definitely caught their attention.

Michael and Franklin snapped back to reality, as if they hadn't thought about it before.

"I'll take the truck. Frank, do me a favor, take Jimmy home and fix the car," Michael said, putting his hand on Franklin's shoulder.

"Don't worry, man," Franklin said calmly.

Each of them quickly went their separate ways after saying their goodbyes.

Ethan headed home. After a day full of events, all he wanted was some peace and quiet.