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There were Exotic cars, Tuner cars, SUV's, Trucks, Sport bikes, Super sport bikes and cruiser bikes all in a hangar in Charlotte, NC.
The exotics were: a '09 Diablo in blue, a ME 4-12 by Chrysler, a Gallardo in Sun yellow, A Ferrari 98. F355 in Navy blue, a turbo Coupe also by Ferrari in Silver, a 95' F1 LM McLaren in a purple Teal color chameleon shift color, a Murciélago in lime green, a Saleen S7 in yellow, a Pagani Zonda C 12 S also in yellow, a Mercedes Benz CLK-GTR in white, the SLR McLaren version of a Mercedes in Teal.
The tuners were: Scion TC in Red, Mitsubishi Eclipse in Green, Dodge SRT4, Lexus IS300 in Hawaiian Silver with blue graphics on it, Mitsubishi Evo 8&9 The 8 was in Crimson the 9 was in blue, Nissan 350Z, 98 Supra modified like FATF, 02' Skyline 2 fast 2 furious style…and the Viper in Red and Blue Before the stripe and the red after the stripe
Now the Muscle cars: a 78' Monte Carlo by Chevy, a '67 Impala in midnight black, '57 Bel Air, '66 Deville, 69' Charger R/T '68-'71 GTO, '03 GTO in Black
The SUV/Trucks are: 2 Yukon XL Denali one Black One Crimson, Hummer H2 and H3 Caddie Escalade EXT, Chevy Avalanche, Caddie Escalade
The Luxury Sedans are: Chrysler 300C in Crimson, Infiniti G35 also in Crimson, Lexus GS430, Caddie CTS-V, Mercedes Benz CL500 and CL55 AMG
He was on his Ducati as he was trying to figure out which ride to take
He took the car covers off of them a week ago…which is precisely when he got back from his exile from Brazil:
He's rugged, in Brazil: he was hustling people left and right, while running a nightclub-brothel…he was forced into it and couldn't get out of it till just last week
Ten long years…a childhood ripped from the Brazilian underworld…Keeping it going night after night…His hair was down past his neck… In Brazil: Hope was priceless and life was cheap…that and he had to have cops on his payroll in order to continue doing the business…It made him sick doing it but, his father screwed him royally over some business deal and moved the family down there…
Now he was back…He purposely made himself look like a pushover…like he could be manipulated into doing whatever you wanted…that's how he hustles and cons people out of cash…He moved back with the 800,000 grand that was converted from Brazil's currency…mostly VIP's and government leaders visited and did business at his place…he set the terms…if you're gonna do deals at his place…100 grand US for each business deal that you negotiate there…He knew that they were hoarding the money but still he said nothing about it…
In Brazil you had to be on guard and yet…he survived for ten years there…he's nineteen now…and doing his two years of high school in Tree Hill…
Each time he thought he'd find someone who would give him a deep relationship and damn did he work hard on it…the other person kept finding someone else better than him
He looked at the cut marks on his arms
He was wearing a sleeveless shirt, instead of the double shirt: Long sleeved with a short sleeved shirt on top of it or a sleeveless shirt on top of it.
He missed Lucas and he missed Nathan…
He sighed then he decided to pick one…but how:
He then decided on it
He rode up to the EXT as he saw the bikes in it.
He parked over by the bikes area then walked back over to the EXT
He opened the door then he got in and closed the door
He closed his eyes briefly even though they were like an open book: also why he wore shades: you could see what he was thinking through his eyes, read his emotions, how he was feeling…everything…and yet…he still craved the taste of a deep relationship.
He opened them then he grabbed the visor as he pulled it down and the keys fell into his right hand
He put those keys into his pocket as he then hit the brake and pressed a button as the engine started
He shifted into drive and headed out
When he was outside of the Hangar it was night and he got out, walked back, turned off the lights, closed the door and locked it back up
He got back into his Ext and then headed towards Tree Hill.
When he got home, it was two hours later
He pulled up in front of his apartment as he got out then turned his ride off
I frowned as I saw a blue sorry-ass piece of shitty car next to mine as I shrugged then I went into my place
I opened the door and it was a one bedroom apartment with a full sized bed.
The Couch was a Futon…with a Crimson colored Futon bed on it.
He looked at his MFC and saw the papers that were received as he walked over and kicked off his tan Construction boots and picked them up
He looked through them
One was from Turner asking me to come in to give him my records,
the second was from my doc telling me that my results came back clean and that the slip up was that a vial was mislabeled and the test for male pregnancy came back positive…I knew what he meant by that: I could get knocked up.
The third: was from Nextel telling me that my package would be here in two days, meaning tomorrow
The last one was from My Bank in Switzerland
My account balance was 5 million US.
I know you're wondering how did it jump from $800,000.00 to $5,000,000.00
The answer: The deals I made… Yeah I made narcotic deals, reassured the players, helped them come up with ways to get their gear through the security at airports and packages…as well as ways to get them past Customs dogs
They gave it to me in installments…that way I don't set off any flags on me…and that way there wouldn't be any backwash into my past
I knew that eventually I would have to tell my lover..if I ever found one my past and PRAY like I never prayed before that they would accept it and see past it, see that I'm moving on from it, that I'm no longer in it.
The day I moved to Brazil was the last time I stopped Praying
He smiles as he remembers his first time with a Brazilian by the name of Dustin
He exhaled
"God he had to be deformed to be at 13" inches and I had to be OUT of my fucking mind!" I stated to myself
I looked at the clock that was literally on the wall showing me that it was 9 at night
I sighed then I sat down
I felt myself get funny and it was like a feeling…you could tell that something was off or low…I felt that
So I called Pizza hut, ordered four XL house Pizzas with cheeseburger style toppings
When it got here I paid for it then I saw Nathan
I set them on the counter as I went back he was getting into his ride as he saw me
He frowned as he got out then walked up to me
"You look really familiar." Nathan replied
I rotated my left wrist as I pulled the sleeve up and he saw the same mark from ten years ago
It was the mark that would be on your arm after having it go through a plate glass window, being rushed to the ER, then having it grafted with skin from your ass and having over 300 stitches on layers there to be sure that I didn't cut a vein open and that I could still move my hand
He looked at me
"Brendan." He whispered with memory as I nodded
He walked in as we sat down