Grand Theft Auto V <HOT ◉>

"T," Michael said flatly. "You're not supposed to be here."

Franklin just shook his head, a small smile on his lips. "So… no more favors?" Grand Theft Auto V

Michael leaned out the window, pistol in hand. "Just drive, kid. And try not to hit a hot dog stand this time." "T," Michael said flatly

It tumbled end over end, glinting in the dusk light, before smashing onto the rocks of the hillside below—a cloud of silver shards and magnetic tape, scattering like ghosts into the dry Los Santos wind. pistol in hand. "Just drive

Michael leaned back, closed his eyes, and for the first time in years, smiled.

"Old man, you look like shit. Get in. We got company."

The Last Favor