LEN

Len's POV:

I was out and about taking care of business, touching base with my usual clients. I just left one of the garages and was pleased to see that business was consistently growing. As a matter of fact, business was great! Soon sales will meet or exceed the Compton Garages.

In Compton, I have customers who come from all over the West Coast and abroad. My garages are operating on a level only a few ever achieve in their lifetime. Customers come to us for everything, this is a one stop shop. Customers can have regular maintenance done, major engine repairs, regular and custom paint jobs, purchase tires, rims, custom interior work, sound systems installed and electrical reconfigurations.

Anything that your mind can create, we can and will do. We are always on the leading edge of technology and innovation. We warranty our work. Hell, we even hold a few patents.

I say we because, I believe in sharing the wealth. Whomever created it, gets the credit; and since it is developed in my shop...so do I. I pay for the best and that is what I expect and get.

Not only do I own a couple of locations in and around Compton, I also own a couple of locations here in Miami. I make money hand over fist from my garages, these are one of many legitimate businesses that I have. However, I make even more money from my side hustle.

There are some side hustles that are not easy or impossible to get out of; once you start. Well, mine is impossible to get out of, even if I wanted to; because I initiated all of it. In order to get out, you would have to pay one-hundred million dollars as an offer and then the council must approve it.

If the council does not approve your request to leave, then you just lost one-hundred million dollars. The offer is non-refundable. Who wants to possibly loose one-hundred million dollars? I have only heard of one person being approved to leave and that was over 20 years ago.

While in college I was a quadruple major, Business, Psychology, Political Science and Bio-Chemical Engineering. When I graduated, I had earned three Bachelor of Science degrees, simultaneously. Also, during this time, I entered a bridge program, which allowed me to work on my Masters degree at the same time I was earning my Bachelor degrees.

One semester after graduating with my Bachelor degrees, I graduated with a Masters in Economics.

Each semester I would apply for all financial aid available to me. After all my expenses were paid and whatever money I had left, I would invest in CD's and the stock market. By the time I graduated college, there was enough money to pay off my student loans and open my first garage; plus, a little to live off until I could build my business. Working on vehicles, is a hobby; like music it relaxes me.

I was in Miami for business. I had to check on my garages, as well as the supplies and shipments associated with my side hustle. The side hustle began when I was in college.

It's Friday night. I can't help but take in how beautiful Miami is at night. There is a cool breeze blowing, it is perfect. The city is alive and movin', 7 days per week. But the weekend always feels different. I could really lose myself in this city. But duty calls and I need to make a personal visit to some of these n****s who owe me.

My boys, Travis and Jay, hit me up,

"Len, we found that punk bitch who owes you $280K. Allow us to suggest, handle him first since he owes the most and is hard to find."

Travis and Jay oversee my side hustle here in Miami, while I maintain things in Compton.

"Alright, that's what's up! Where is he now? I told a friend that I would stop by her strip club later, she has a guest dancer that she wants me to see; some shit like that."

"He's at the Z Strip. This fool is standing in line waiting to get in as we speak!" Travis said.

"Oh, really...this shit is too funny, dammnn, how ironic. (shaking my head and laughing at the same time) The strip club that I was going to stop by, later tonight, is the Z Strip!"

"Listen, don't make a move until I get there. Just keep your eyes on him and don't let him see you. I want him to enjoy himself the last two hours of his life." I told them.

"We know what to do." both Travis and Jay said in unison.

"You two should enter the club shortly after he enters, so that you don't lose sight of him."

"By the way, is the bouncer at the door a really thin, tall, light-bright guy with shades on?"

"Yeah?" I could tell Jay was slightly confused by my question.

"That's Top Manny. Go to him and say these exact words....'Top Manny, Sam sent us and he's on his way. Be very careful with him, if you're not, you could lose your life instantly."

"Before you say anything, stand directly in front of him. Then take one step to your left and bow, then take one step forward and bow again. Wait for him to nod before you approach him. Make sure to speak in HIS RIGHT EAR, then whisper, "Sam sent us and he's on his way.""

"Doing this, he now knows that there is an issue with someone in the club and they are about to get handled. He will provide cover if we need it."

"You must do exactly as I have instructed because he is deaf in his left ear. If you offend him by whispering into his left ear, he will kill you. He used to be Special Forces and is still ruthless and deadly."

"If you mess up, quickly bow to him and ask for forgiveness. Then take one step to the right and one step back; bow again. If he tilts his shades downward to look at you, and you see his Ice Blue eyes glaring at you, then he has accepted your apology for offending him."

"Whatever he motions for you to do.... leave, stay, stand at attention or enter, do it. If he does nothing, stand there at attention and do not move; he's thinking but will eventually let you in. Do you understand?"

"We got it," Jay confirmed.

"I'll be there soon; I have to go and change first." I hung up the phone.

Remembering, there was something that requires my immediate attention at the garage; I did a quick U-turn and headed back.

I was seriously thinking to myself as I was driving. Some people are ignorant, stupid, dumb and take life as a joke. Those are the type of people that think life is full of shits and giggles. And unfortunately for many of them they learn the hard way that everything comes with a price.

I put in one of my many Jazz CD's to calm myself down. Smooth Jazz relaxes me and allows my brain to work overtime without hurting. It helps me to focus on the task at hand.

As I soak in the Smooth Jazz, I begin to wonder why is this young idiot so crazy and foolish? The sad part is he's only 21 years old and a rich kid from suburbia, who owes me $280k.

He comes from a pretty decent family. His father is the CEO of one of the largest banks in the U.S. and does a lot of business overseas. This kid has caused me a lot of problems and I had to get permission to even touch him because of who his father is.

Not that his father operates in our world, but his position is considered high profile. Therefore, it is customary to let the powers-that-be know that you're in their backyard.

Even though, I have a couple of businesses here and I operate my side hustle between Miami and California, I am still considered an outsider; but given great respect. The goal is not to offend, so I had to ask permission. If the situation goes sideways and shit hits the fan, you have recourse and cover that the powers-that-be can provide.

Because he owes me so much money, permission was quickly granted. It's bad enough that money was stolen , but to add insult to injury, his bitch ass is at the club using my shit for his own personal pleasure.

Everybody in the game knows, the Cardinal Rule, 'Don't get high off your own supply'. In business, I keep my eyes on everything. Side hustle or not, this is business and I definitely have my eyes on him.

People know when they are fucking up. This situation is no different. But I like to give a person plenty of rope, before I hang them with it. That's what happens when little boys wanna role with the big dogs.

You get one warning within 10 days, after that, you should expect a visit from me. Most people get their shit together quickly. It has been a long time since I have had to pay a visit to a person.

Maybe, he thinks I'm soft. Maybe, he thinks that he is untouchable. The problem is that I have a ZERO tolerance for theft. And I have just been robbed.