Chapter 14
Garrus Whyte
Cut The Check
It was ten at night, and I was the only one left at the show room.
One of my employees rented out a Lamborghini Aventador to a client two days ago, and I was angry as hell with him because he fell for one of the oldest tricks in the game, not properly going through the steps of ensuring that the I.D that he’d given to him was legit, so he ended up renting to a fuckin minor.
A few of my employees knew what had taken place, and most of them offered to stay behind tonight just to help me with the situation, just in case things went left, but I assured them all that I was fine, and that they could go home for the night.
Just as I was getting ready to pull my phone out, and call this dude one more time, I could hear the loud roar of the Lamborghini’s engine come flying down the street.
This nigga had to have been doing at least 90 mph on a street where the speed limit was 35 mph.
I tapped my foot against the pavement, and I was enraged.
To know how hard I worked to obtain my business and to be able to afford these luxury vehicles, only to see a nigga driving my shit so recklessly, as if he didn’t have a care in the world on what happened to this vehicle, since he wasn’t the one to purchase it, pissed me off.
When things like this happen within my business, I swear it made me want to just shut the business down and retire.
I was getting too old to still be dealing with some of the bullshit that I face with these customers.
I had enough money saved up to live a few lifetimes, and still be comfortable, but there was this part of me that wanted to make a few more million before I walked away from it all.
He eventually pulled into the parking lot, and he recklessly drove the car in front of the building, where I had some of my other luxury cars parked out front.
There was a Range Rover Autobiography of mine that was pulled directly in front of the building because it was a new vehicle that we’d just got delivered earlier in the week.
He pulled the car so close to it, that he damn near hit it.
Seeing that, it made me rush over to him, ready to pull this lil nigga out of the truck by his ears and beat his ass.
Before I could even react though, a red Tesla Cybertruck came pulling into the parking lot as well, and they parked directly behind the car that he’d just pulled up in.
That’s when the Lamborghini door opened, and it was the little nigga that I had been back and forth with all day.
The second the door opened, the weed that they had been smoking in the car hit me like a ton of bricks.
Silly ass nigga just risked me charging his card a thousand dollar fine because I made them sign a disclosure that they wouldn’t smoke in the vehicles.
Not only was I going to hit him with a fine for that, but I was going to get him with another $1k fine for the false identification that he sent me, along with the reckless driving. I was going to make this little nigga regret that he ever played with me like that.
He had the nerve to get out of the car, and he mugged me, looking me up, and down, like I was the one that was in the wrong.
I just found out who he was earlier. I guess he was a rapper, and he went by lil Tootie.
He had a big following on Instagram. The employee that told me the real, and how he was a minor, only found out because he was going through our rental agreements with clients that were currently in a contract, renting from us, and when he saw his name, and his picture, he knew who he was because he had son’s that were lil Tootie’s age, so they would listen to his music.
I’m assuming that he rented the car to use it as a prop in a video, or to even flex around in Tampa. Tampa is where he was from.
He was a short dude. He came up to my chest, and when he looked me dead in my eyes, and laughed, I could see the mouth full of gold teeth that he had. Like this shit was a game to him, the dude that was riding with him in the passenger seat got out of the car as well, and he laughed too.
“Chill the fuck out, pop- pop. Nobody going to wreck your shit. I been driving since I was thirteen years old. I’m going to make sure I leave a hefty review on yelp about your services, too.
How the fuck you going to threaten me to bring the whip back tonight, when the shit wasn’t supposed to be dropped back off until tomorrow morning? ” he asked me.
“You don’t see nothing wrong with what you did?
You showed fake I.D, knowing that my business doesn’t rent cars to minors.
I smell weed in the car. I saw videos of you on social media, where you were recklessly driving my car, and I just saw you flying down the fuckin street doing at last ninety miles an hour.
You too reckless, man. Give me my fuckin keys and get the fuck off the premises!
” I was angry, and all that professionalism had gone out of the window.
“Fuck you, nigga! You act like you’re the only person that I can rent a car from. I can take my money somewhere else. Old ass nigga,” he kept going on as he took the keys out of his pocket, and he tossed them, making them hit me in my chest.
I could have chosen to stand here, and go back and forth with him, but it would be silly on my behalf.
Plus, I was outnumbered. He had his homie in the parking lot, and the driver of the Cybertruck had got out, standing by the door frame, trying to see what was going on.
It was three of them total, and I could look at all of them, and tell that it wasn’t worth it.
These lil niggas will kill me without blinking an eye, so I stepped back, allowing them to have it.
They grabbed the things that was left in the car, and they walked over to the Cybertruck, quickly got in, and just as fast as they pulled in to get here, was as fast as they pulled out to leave.
Shaking my head, I got inside of the Lamborghini, and the weed smell was even louder now that I was inside.
I looked at the gas, and it was on four miles till empty.
That was another thing that I was going to fine his stupid ass for because he was supposed to have filled the tank up before handing it back over to me.
As angry as I was about the condition of the car, I was just glad that he didn’t wreck it because that would have been a whole other thing.
In the business that I was in, especially with Miami being a city where people loved to flex and rent luxury cars, I’ve had plenty of cases over the years where people have wrecked one of my luxury vehicles.
Lil’ Tootie did some dumb shit, and he even lied about his age, but nothing was hard core to the point that it was going to cost my company a lot of money.
I parked the car in the back of my building, leaving it lined up with the rest of the returns that we’d got today. My crew would come in tomorrow morning, so that they could wash the cars, and gas them up, so that they could be ready for any bookings that would take place this week.
I locked the car, kept the key in my hands, and I walked back into the building, but I went through the back door, using a code on the door to get in.
I walked into one of the rooms, so that I could place the key inside one of the safes.
Once that was done, I was able to make my way back to my office, so that I could grab my things, and get going.
I left the door unlocked, so I was able to push the door open, and the second I walked inside, I was met with a fist that felt like it was made of pure steel.
The punch was off guard to the point that it made me stumble.
I didn’t fall though. My balance was just off for a couple of seconds, and for a while, it felt like my vision had gotten blurry.
Without sounding too dramatic, it really felt like I was seeing stars.
With cloudy vision, I turned my head, so that I could see who the figure was, thinking that it was probably Lil Tootie or one of his friends that probably didn’t leave the premises like I thought they did, and had snuck into my office while I was parking the car.
It wasn’t either one of them though. It was Tank that was standing there with this menacing look on his face.
“What? What the fuck are you doing, man?” I barked at him, right after I took my hand off my mouth, examining it, seeing that it was bloody. I could taste the blood in my mouth. The punch held so much power in it.
“Shit don’t feel good when a nigga comes into your personal space, huh?
It’s a fucked up feeling when a nigga catch you off guard, and they put their hands on you, right?
” he asked, coming closer to me, and I just knew that he was getting ready to swing on me again, which is why I was fast, quickly moving my head out of the way, so that I could block the blow.
Although I was fast, I chose to move the wrong part of my body because he went for my legs. I didn’t see the kick coming from a mile away. He picked his leg up, swung it, and this crazy ass nigga kicked me right in my kneecap, leaving me with no choice but to tumble down, falling on my ass.
“I’m a millionaire, man. I’m not some hood nigga that’s going to street fight with you. As soon as you walk out of here, I want you to know that I’m calling the cops, and they going to pick your black ass up, and you’ll be right back in jail!” I spat. He thought this shit was a joke.
With a smirk on his face, he walked over to me, and for a minute straight, he used my face, along with every inch of my body as a punching bag, throwing blows left to right.
Although I was older, I knew that I could handle my own, and fight if I needed to, but every punch that I was trying to deliver to him just wouldn’t land. He was too fast, and I had the disadvantage because I was on the floor, and there was pain in my legs, that made it hard for me to stand.