Meanwhile, Trevor and Franklin had arrived at the Weston mansion. They had pulled off the road and were looking at the house through binoculars, unwilling to give away any hint of their presence. They were going to need all the help they could get because Franklin counted at least 4 guards and that was just by the front gates. He wondered if Weston was always this overly cautious or if he was especially on edge tonight, given his dirty deeds of the day.

"How you wanna do this T?" he asked quietly.

Trevor sat silently for a bit before responding quietly. "I don't care if we blow the whole thing sky high...you can do whatever you want. But when we find Weston...he's mine."

Franklin shuddered inside as he looked at Trevor. His eyes were cold, his voice just barely audible, and he wasn't blinking as he stared at the home ahead of them. He nodded silently, knowing that Trevor was hardly aware that he was even beside him at the moment. He glanced over, "Well...let's do this then...for Mike."

With that they silently exited the vehicle, each having armed himself with multiple weapons that had all been silenced. Franklin hoped they could keep it as quiet as possible. The longer they could maintain the element of surprise, the bigger the chance that they'd make it out of this alive. Whether Devin Weston made it out alive didn't matter much to him, but he knew that Trevor had big plans and would not be satisfied unless he personally got to repay the man for his grievances. Weston must have been having a pool party or something, because as they drew near to the house, he could hear music pumping it's way through the night. The front of the house was fairly dark, the back was lit up around the pool but some would call that "mood lighting."

The first two guards had been standing together, so it was a little trickier to take them out quietly. He and Trevor had split up to each take one and had to act quickly in order to make sure that they didn't make a sound. After that most of the guards were pacing back and forth in various assigned positions. They had again split up, with Trevor lifting himself onto the first balcony on the left side of the house and Franklin sneaking around the right side. Franklin had made it to the back of the house and, after taking out a couple of guards along the way, had begun to climb the stones beside the deck when he heard a yell from the other side of the house. He knew they had to have at least taken out half of the guards up to that point, if not more, but the ones that remained jumped into action in that moment. Girls in bikinis were running everywhere, gunfire was ringing in his ears, and he had no idea where Trevor was. Well...until he heard a roar of "yippee - ki - yi" followed by a string of expletives. Yep...that would be Trevor making a grand entrance. He rolled his eyes as he remained crouched down behind one of the rocks.

He peeked over the top of the rock to see that Trevor had drawn everyone's attention. No one even knew he was down there yet. He quietly made his way up until he could climb over the side of the deck, cursing himself when he landed with a thump right behind a guard. The startled man waved his gun wildly, not even coming close to aiming at anyone in particular. Bullets sprayed all around Franklin, but he calmly placed two in the man's chest before moving on. It had cleared out dramatically now that the girls had scattered, running towards the road screaming. Trevor was literally gunning down anyone and everyone, all while releasing a primal scream.

When the gunfire stopped, they both stared at each other from opposite sides of the deck for a moment before glancing around, looking for the host. Suddenly Franklin heard a muffled noise coming from the back of the deck. He held his finger to his lips and pointed to a large storage box. Trevor whistled softly through his teeth as his eyes lit up. Franklin let him take the lead, slowly following in case there were any surprises.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are" Trevor called in a singsong voice.

Franklin had to chuckle. The dude had a way of scaring the crap out of people. He watched as Trevor crept towards the box like a lion stalking its prey.

A man screamed in terror as Trevor ripped the top of the box open, a stark contrast to the gleeful sound of Trevor's giggles as he realized it was Devin Weston. Then it was like he flipped a switch and he became completely silent as he moved within an inch of Weston's face.

"You did a very stupid thing Westie" he spat out in a low growl, causing the smaller man to flinch when split hit his face. "No one...NO ONE messes with Michael Townley...DeSanta...whatever the crap he's calling himself these days...except ME." He stabbed a finger into Weston's chest hard enough to make the man stumble.

"You and I are going to take a little trip. Well...it's a one way ticket for you "he snickered as he grabbed Weston's wrists and bound them behind his back with some rope that he'd tied around his own waist in hopes that this moment would come.

"Hey...don't leave me with this nut job! Help me! I'll make it worth your while!" Weston screamed at Franklin as Trevor was dragging him away.

"No one can you now buddy boy" Trevor screamed into his ear as he grabbed the man's hair to pull him along. "Don't wait up cupcake" he called back to Franklin as they disappeared into the night.

Franklin shook his head as he jogged back to the Trevor's vehicle. Trevor had dumped Weston into the trunk of one of the man's own vehicles and taken off down the road. Franklin was kind of glad that he wasn't going with him to be honest. Now that he sat in the vehicle, exhaustion hit him and he could only imagine that whatever Trevor had planned for Devin Weston, it wasn't going to be quick and easy. He sighed as he started the vehicle and shifted into gear. He hoped that when he got back to Michael's house he wasn't going to find a grieving family.

Every time Devin Weston opened his mouth to try to plead for his life or make a deal, Trevor felt his anger take over to the point where his vision even blurred a little.

"Shut up! Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" he yelled again as they raced dangerously around the curves in the hills. There would always be silence for a few seconds, sometimes even minutes, before the annoying little prick would start up again. Trevor couldn't wait until he silenced the man for good. He'd wanted to do that for a long time, but after what he'd done to Michael...well...waiting time was over. Michael...Trevor hung his head for a moment. He hoped his friend was still alive but he wasn't feeling confident after the way everything had looked earlier. Half of him wanted to pull over cry and the other half wanted to burn Weston alive. He hated Michael for what he had done to him. Betrayal was unforgivable in his mind. At the same time, he loved the man. He had been the first person that had befriended Trevor when he was younger. Everyone else just seemed scared of him. Actually Michael did too sometimes, which made it all the more fun. In reality, he actually blamed Amanda for everything. She was the one who had taken Michael away from him. Given him the illusion that he could leave behind the exciting life that they had led in order to become a family man. Trevor huffed as thought about it. Ah who was he kidding...he couldn't even hate Amanda. Not when Michael loved her as much as he did. He could dislike her...maybe even despise her sometimes...but he couldn't even hate her anymore. Their family was the closest thing that he'd ever actually had to his own family. He just wanted to be a part of it. If Devin Weston had robbed him of that opportunity, he'd kill him. Oh wait...he was going to kill him anyways. Maybe sooner rather than later if the princess didn't shut up back there.

Franklin pulled into the driveway, noticing the doctor's vehicle was gone. He hoped that didn't mean there wasn't a patient to take care of anymore. He took a deep breath before heading inside, praying that he wouldn't have to comfort a grieving son and widow.

As he poked his head around the corner, all he could see was the top of Amanda's head over the couch and Lester fast asleep in the chair. His sneakers squeaked on the hardwood floor and suddenly Jimmy shot up out of nowhere, immediately moving into some sort of karate stance that he had obviously seen in a movie.

"Oh man, you scared about 10 years off my life dude!"

"Sorry dawg," Franklin replied with a small smile as he walked over to the couch.

Amanda smiled up at him and said hi softly. She looked exhausted and her makeup was streaked like she had been crying all night. He finally dared to move his gaze to Michael. The man had definitely seen better days, that was for sure. He looked remarkably better than the last time he'd seen him though. His coloring was coming back and he wasn't covered in blood.

"How's he doing?" he asked cautiously.

"The doctor said he's done everything that he can at this point." Amanda replied as she watched her husband breathe in and out. "He said that Michael's vitals are stable and that now we just have to wait for him to wake up."

Franklin nodded silently, "Well that's good though, right?" He didn't really expect an answer. He sat down on the floor and leaned back against the wall. At this point, all there was to do was sit and watch Michael's chest go up and down as they waited.

Amanda felt like she'd been hit by a train. She probably looked like it too. She was glad that Franklin had returned safely, but she was afraid to ask what had happened. She wasn't sure she wanted to know. Luckily at this point Lester had decided to wake up from his nap and was startled to see Franklin had rejoined them.

"Did everything go as planned?" he quietly asked the young man, who nodded silently. "and the other one? Where's he?"

Franklin hesitated before saying "he uh...he had to take out the garbage and then he'll be here."

"Of course. We wouldn't be so lucky that he would be a casualty of war," Lester said with a cackle.

"Really man?" Franklin glared at him before pointedly looking over at Michael.

"Right...uh sorry...poor timing and all that" Lester mumbled.

Amanda just sat there looking back and forth between the two of them. Silently rolling her eyes that they thought her and Jimmy couldn't read between the lines of what they were saying. She leaned her head back against the couch, just wanting to rest her eyes again for a moment, only to have them startled back open when she heard a moan from the man beside her on the couch. She shot up off the couch immediately and knelt beside him, one hand stroking his hair and the other his chin.

"Michael? Can you hear me? Open your eyes baby...please open your eyes" she pleaded. He mumbled something incoherently but his eyes didn't open.

"We're here Dad" Jimmy called from over her shoulder. She glanced up to find all three of them men bunched up right behind her, all trying to see Michael's face.

Michael's head turned slightly into Amanda's hand and the movement caused another groan to escape his lip, his face twisting into a grimace of pain.

"Shhh it's ok Michael, try not to move" Amanda said again, reaching down to grasp his fingers in her hand. Tears filled her eyes when she felt his hand squeeze lightly around hers.

"He just squeezed my hand!" she excitedly told the others as she continued to stroke his forehead with her other hand.

The tears made their way quickly down her cheeks when she saw her husband's eyes flicker until they could stay open and she finally saw the blue eyes that she'd loved nearly her whole life.

"Oh Michael, you scared us so much" she sobbed as she leaned forward and kissed his forehead. He mumbled "sorry" so quietly that she almost didn't hear it.

"No baby, I'm the one who's sorry. I should never have..." she stopped abruptly as Lester inadvertently sneezed behind her, reminding her of their presence.

Michael's eyes flickered up and over each of the faces standing behind her.

"Glad to see you back in the of the living" Lester said with a smirk.

"Michael, it's good to see you awake man." Franklin said with relief, "you had us all pretty scared."

Jimmy had dropped down beside his mom, trying to hide the fact that his chin was trembling. He didn't want to cry in front of his father, but he couldn't keep it in anymore when Michael's hand released Amanda's and reached up to pull him down. Jimmy buried his face into the couch at his father's side while Michael patted the back of his head. This just made Amanda cry even harder as she rubbed her son's back and couldn't stop touching her husband's face.

She barely registered Franklin quietly telling Lester that they should step outside to give the family some privacy.

Jimmy flinched when his phone suddenly started ringing in his pocket. "It's Tracey" he looked at his mom with wide eyes, unsure of what he should do.

"Go ahead and answer it, tell her she should come home" Amanda answered his unasked question.

He stood up and walked into the other room to try to explain things to his sister, leaving his parents alone in the living room.

Amanda's eyes filled with tears again when she looked back at Michael, only to find him still watching her. "I'm so sorry Michael...I should never have left. I was mad and scared but it wasn't fair to just take off like that. I should have stayed and talked to you. I should have fought for our marriage..." she trailed as Michael tried to shake his head.

"S'ok...I'm not mad" he mumbled weakly, "I'm just glad you're here. I didn't handle it the way I should have either and..." he was interrupted by a coughing fit that caused him to nearly cry out in pain.

"Shhh don't try to talk baby, we can talk about all of this when you're better. You have two broken ribs, along with a lot of other injuries, so you need to be careful!"

They both jumped when the door was pushed open so hard that it slammed off the wall and in walked Trevor Phillips, who came over to stand beside the couch.

"Hey T," Michael said weakly as he watched the man a little nervously.

"Michael..." Trevor replied quietly as he looked over the visible wounds on the other man's body. His jaw tightened in anger before he looked back at Michael's face. "Thought you could get away from me did ya? Can't get away from me that easy. If anyone is gonna kill you, it's gonna be me. And I'd follow you all the way to hell to do it if I had to." he finally said with a smirk.

"Yeah ok, whatever you say T" Michael replied as he rolled his eyes. "Listen, about...this" he said as he vaguely waved at some of his injuries."

"Say no more Mikey...nothin' for you to worry your pretty little head about" Trevor interrupted as he crossed his arms confidently, winking at Amanda who rolled her eyes in disgust.

Michael raised an eyebrow, "You know everything?"

"Yep, and the problem has been eradicated by yours truly" Trevor bowed dramatically causing Michael to give a slight chuckle. "You DO know that you're supposed to duck when the other guy swings right? Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee Mikey. Sting like a bee."

"Shut up T, get outta here" Michael laughed again and closed his eyes knowing he could actually rest now. His friends had his back, his family was back home, and his wife was looking at him with love in her eyes that he hadn't seen in a long time. Maybe nearly dying had been worth it.