After almost two days of driving, the Washington found itself parked on the sidewalk of Kevin's house in St. Mark's in Liberty City. Catalina had come along with them, her Colombian Cartel was just starting to make a name for itself in Liberty. Miguel drove the car off, back to his place, and Kevin quietly opened the door of his house and entered.
It was early morning, his family probably was still asleep. He swiftly ran his hand through his air, and headed through the main hallway of his house. He was still formulating reasons to give his kids as to why he'd been gone. For some strange reason, a feeling of dread swept through the house. Kevin did not know why, but quickly realized when he noticed the smell. Kevin's heart sank, the smell was the stench of death.
He ran through his house, screaming in fear. He stormed into his children's room, and found the grisly sight. All three of kids, all three young, innocent children, lie tossed in a heap. The three of them had first been shot cleanly in the forehead, and then were eviscerated in a orderly, professional way. Their bodies lie in the center of the room, their insides were splashed throughout the walls.
Kevin could say nothing, he quickly took his eyes away from the sight, moaning in horror. He slowly trudged through the main hallway of his residence, and slowly creaked the door open to his wife and his bedroom. The sight inside could only be defined as pure horror.
He burst into tears, and slammed the door to his bedroom, shouting in frustration. He reached into his jacket, withdrawing his .45. He fired the pistol repeatedly throughout his house, shattering family portraits, mirrors, and beautiful paintings that hung on the wall.
He screamed continuously in frustration, and he momentarily feared for his sanity. He walked out of his house, and staggered through the dark city for seemingly hours on end. Somehow, he found himself knocking on the door of Miguel's house. Miguel and Catalina took him in, putting him under their trust, and there he would reside.
For the next twelve years, Kevin lived with Miguel and Catalina, and from there, they resided in a practical existence. They would now be employed for the Colombian Cartel, and would do various oddjobs despite the fact Kevin cared little for life now. He could never go to the authorities about his family, he was now a wanted man for his doings in Vice City. The two he now lived with were his last friends, the only people he could ever trust.
It was during the bank robbery he had worked alongside with them that the final straw was pulled. Miguel and Catalina double-crossed him, took the money for themselves, and left him for dead. It had seemed the Cartel was offering them too much money to remain affiliated with just some regular guy. To Catalina, he now was just small time, and shooting him outside of that bank was only business for her. It was after that event, when he was taken into prison, that he knew his life was nothing. He mind became a blank empty space, his only thought became revenge.
Every person he'd known, his father, Salvatore, Catalina, Miguel, Lazlow, even Vercetti, he had placed his belief and trust within. They then proceeded to go against him, as if the world was all one massive grinning fiend against him. It was as if the universe opened up, and screwed him over. Being taken into prison after Catalina and Miguel betrayed him was not the end.
It was only the beginning.