Chapter 8: Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

**AARON**

Family? One of the most overrated shits. Ever! But mine was perfectly moderate with little scars. Dad got cancer and mom died in her place of work as those armed robbers took them all as hostages. My step mom really did a lot of work to revive my dad who was previously hell bent on revenge.

Becky really got me at this one, was hungry eager to kiss this girl again. Like it got me so turned on. she Dodge my lips and went for my ears whispering.

"Don't be an asshole"

"What you mean an asshole? I wasn't gonn kiss you" I lied.

"Never said you want to, guilty ass nigga" she said and walked into her house.

"Fuck you Becks" I laughed although disappointed but just had to laugh my way back to my car and zoom of.

Back in my house, she left a very big space to cover. I couldn't get used to her absence in the house. I kept hugging my pillows as though they was some bitch like Becks.

"Aaron! Get your ass down here this minute!" Dad yelled from the garage.

"What I do?" I asked.

"Shits enough to get you in jail" he said holding a wrench.

"Hahahaha, about your truck? It got a little scratch" I laughed.

Little scratch? Nah that car went off the road at the Millhouse lol damaged fenders and a broken windscreen. I think engine also got a problem. Beckys absence really got me drowning deep.

"It's like someone was trying to play van diesel fast and furious" he wore his overall boldly written Benson mechanical room.

"Ain't using Toyota no more. I prefer my Mercedes" I picked a tow chain.

"Your Mercedes can pull my truck" dad mocked.

"What you playing at old man! This is 700 horse power v8 biturbo" I challenged.

"Sometimes son, it's not always speed. Talk of pulling force and stance" he replied.

"Let's give it a try!" Hooked the tow chain to my Mercedes c63.

"Five hundred dollars" he placed a bet.

"My plate of dessert for the next two weeks"

"A month" he argued.

"Nah three weeks" I replied.

"Sure you wanna risk your Mercedes? That shit cost me alot of dollars" my dad laughed climbing into the damaged pick up truck ready to be pulled.

I snubbed the question, I accelerated the Mercedes for long but the four wheels kept scratching the floor before it finally rolled out of the house into the drive way.

Dad was right. Mercedes ain't that strong as I thought it was but still I didn't totally lose the bet, I managed to use at least an hour plus to get to my dad's scrap yard.

"Gimme my cash nigga" I mocked my dad.

"I know you managed to tow it here but it took you an hour" he replied smiling.

We passed the gates and headed for the office block. Many guys on overalls and protective suits greeted thier boss.

"Welcome sir, Mr Montenegro dropped his maybach SUV. He asked you to personally fix it" a black tall boy reported to his boss.

All five work boys were on overalls. Two were long sleeve to signify the seniors and also Toyota engineers. The remaining 3 wore handless overalls with the star logos on the inner shirt. You don't need to be told thier job there.

"Oh that fucking billionaire, maybe he ain't trust you three" he scolded both the billionaire and his boys.

"Sir this isn't fully Mercedes Benz SUV. It's a maybach Benz SUV" the youngest guy said Rolling under my Mercedes.

"Right, it's a maybach. Son this cost ten million dollars" he told me.

"Wow, it's really nice. I wish to have one" I replied.

"You have to work hard for it, face your study and hustle hard" he took a roll board and slid under the maybach.

Being here was more fun than I thought. I got to know all funny nicknames given to the boys instead of their actual names.

The eldest iscalled Avalon.

The second is Prado.

The third is avant-garde.

The fourth is AMG.

The last is called BMW

Funny names. I got to socialize with them and I really enjoyed my stay there. Eating junk foods and roasted chickens with the boys.

I learnt alot about cars from Avant-garde. He loved cars.

"Your car is fast, but not as fast as the v12 bi-turbo G63" he stretched his tablet and showed me the car.

"Wow! It's nice but am not into jeeps" I sniffed.

Honestly speaking i hated Jeeps and SUVs. I preferred saloon type of cars.

They took me to the underground garage filled with nice Mercedes cars including the previously hyped G63! Wow am so proud of my dad.

6PM SAME DAY.

I explored the whole garage. My tour came to a stop at exactly 6pm As we prepared to leave.

"You fixed your truck?" I asked.

"Yeah took me a whole day to work on it alongside the maybach SUV" he removed his dirty clothes and put on a clean one.

"Dad, its like you extra rich" I teased.

"Why say so?" He asked with more attention.

"I mean you got three cars, a car garage of fancy Mercedes for sale. Before I left for college it was just our mini bus" I said.

"Hahahahaha, am not up to a million dollars yet" he laughed.

"What the fuck! But you bought those cars" I argued.

"Son, it's not always as you think. I got the truck from FW logistics to get to the repair points faster, the Mercedes is got an endorsement from the star company. That also explains the cars for sale under the Garage. They give me many cars, I sell and return money to them and get my commission. They gifted me this Mercedes. The van was fixed up from my scrap yard" he explained.

"Ohhh my bad"

"But it's all cool. Am getting profit from my workshop, salaries from FW logistics and commission from Mercedes Benz" he ignited his newly replaced engine and it roared.

"Wanna race?" I asked also igniting my car.

"Another 500 bucks" he replied.

We both drove to the freeway. We were gonna take the long road instead of the shortcut home.

"One........two............. three........Go!!!!!!!!!" He yelled accelerating his car.

I got ahead of him with the Mercedes but sooner even when I was at the same speed, the truck kept coming closer and closer till it got past me like a thunder bolt. I accelerated more till I caught up with him.

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FLASHBACKS

My dad has always been a gangster. He would tell me that Carl Johnson of grand theft Auto was a real person in the US. My dad would tell me stories about how Carl Johnson and if I play the game, it would be the same thing. Maybe he is right.

"ahh fuck you Carl Johnson! Fuck you CJ" I yelled smashing my control pad as the video game character was arrested.

"Carl Johnson? You know that guy?" Dad asked me.

"He is in my video game" I replied.

"Video game? Carl Johnson was a legend" he started.

I abandoned my game and listened to my dad as he told me more about this character. He must be very close to them.

"I was a gangster too but I was part of the ballas. Cj really gave us a hard time before I was arrested by on officer Pulaski. I spent 10 years of my life in prison"

"Ohh the ballas are CJ enemy" I said happily not thinking about the jail term. Don't judge me, am a kid.

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The race continued as we switched direction towards our house.

"Son how about we stop for some cheese?" He yelled from his car.

"You know a nice place?" I braked down as my dad breakers down.

Terry's cheese and pizza.

Nice smells of the cheese and an even sweeter taste.

"Yummy, this is nice dad" I said in between mouthfuls.

"I used to take your mom her but after she passed away, its just me alone.

"Ouch, dad its ok you are married now" I chilled my dad.

My dad was kinda soft sometime and hard sometimes just like an actual penis.

"How about we get mom a box of pizza" he payed for a pizza and we went back to the Car to drive back home before his phone rang.

"Hello it's me baby, I prepared your favorite. Come home quick. your dessert is hot as fuck"

"Ok baby, I think I like my dessert" he replied.

Dessert as mom said actually means some sex. I wished I could be like my parents. I mean everyday sex.

He went on the phone and we drive to the house. As we were about to drive into the road, I saw an insane person blocking the road and we helped to move him out of the way before moving.

As we drove in, I mistakenly ran into a sharp corner and then a loud screeching noise.