Chapter 4: Home Invader
The next day after the beach indecent the De Santa household was quiet, Stephanie and Jimmy were in his room playing Righteous Slaughter. She wore a black tank top, yoga pants, and Converse sneakers. Stephanie was killing Jimmy every chance she got, they stopped every so often to smoke out of Jimmy's bong. Tracey walked in the room, her face was bruised and her eyes swollen shut, she had a cut on the bridge of her nose and her lip was busted. "Is that all you're going to do you two? Play that fucking game?" She asked the two. "Better than whoring around Rockford Hills all day." Stephanie replied without looking away from the screen. "Joke all you want, you two are just jealous that I've got a life and friends, people like me." Tracey told Steph and Jimmy. "Just because you have a massive gaper bitch!" Jimmy yelled at her. "You fucking little homo you're dead." Tracey told Jimmy as she walked out of the room. "Dad Jimmy said I have a massive…Jimmy called me a bitch!" Tracey yelled before walking into her room. Steph stood up and looked at Jimmy. "I gotta take a leak." She told him before walking out. She turned right and walked into the bathroom, she saw a figure duck at the window. She did her business and walked out of the bathroom, she walked to her room and grabbed her pistol from her wardrobe, Stephanie walked out of her room and downstairs, she walked to the garage where Michael was looking for a tool for hos gardener. "Hey Uncle M." She said calmly. "Hey kid, what's with the piece?" He asked confused but not surprised. "There's a colored guy creeping outside the bathroom window, figured I'd cone warn you." She replied. "I heard someone try to open the garage, might be him. I think he's after Jimmy's new ride. C'mon let's hide in the back." He told her calmly.
Michael and Stephanie hid in the back, Michael laid in the seat and Stephanie laid in the floor. They covered up with a blanket and waited, they heard the car door open and someone get in. The car started and drove out of the De Santa household, they heard the voice talking. "Hey man, I got it. I'm on my way back to the dealership." The voice said. After a few seconds they heard him hit the end call button, Steph and Michael raised up slowly from their hiding spot. Stephanie put her pistol against the colored guy's head, he jumped slightly. "That's a 9 millimeter semi-automatic pushed up against your skull." She told him. "Don't look around, just drive and take us where you're going." Michael instructed him. "Hey man, guy was behind on his fucking note." The guy told Michael. "Unlikely, considering my son just bought the car. And judging by the way you're going about it, my guess. You're working a credit fraud." Michael replied. "Credit fraud? Be serious, dog. I just work the fucking repos." The man told Michael. "I appreciate a kid who follows orders without taking responsibility, maybe me, you, and my niece here can have a beer sometime. And I'll explain to the both of you how the world really works." Michael replied. "Who gives you the slip?" Stephanie asked holding her gun to the guy's head. "A car dealer by the name of Simeon Yetarian." He replied. "Don't worry, this Mr. Yetarian, we'll work this out." Michael told the guy.
The colored guy kept driving until he was across the street from the dealership. "Hey man, it's just up here." He told the two. "Okay, stop the car, pull up." Michael instructed him. The guy did as he was told, the three looked at the dealership. "That the place?" Michael asked the guy. "Yeah that's it." He replied. "Drive I to it, right through the fucking window and fast." Michael told him. "Or I'll put two rounds in the back of your skull and do it myself." Steph added in. "You cannot be for real." He replied. "Do we look like a fucking joke to you?" Michael asked aggressively. "Fuck my life man, fuck it." The guy said in a scare tone as he put the car in drive. He drove toward the dealership at full speed, running through the glass window on the corner of the building. "Damn!" He shouted from the front. A bald headed pale foreign man ran up to the SUV, a shocked look on his face. "Franklin! What the fuck are you doing!?" He asked the guy. "Simeon, it's not what it looks like." Franklin replied. Michael handed Franklin a few hundred dollar bills. "I always trump big for a job well done, now get outta here kid." Michael told Franklin. Franklin ran out the door, Simeon looked at Michael angrily. He swung at Michael who dodged his punch, Michael countered and hit Simeon twice. Steph come from behind and pyt Simeon in a choke hold, Michael grabbed him by his shirt and pushed him against the car. "See this car, does it look it's worth five grand a month to you?" He asked the dealer. "You fucking racist." Simeon replied. Michael opened the car door and hit Simeon with it, Simeon fell backwards and Steph put him in a headlock. "Lemme tell you, this thing's gonna need some serious bodywork before it's worth five grand a month." He told Simeon. "He agreed to financing I have his signature." Simeon replied frantically. "Oh yeah, did he agree to have some punk break into my fucking house?" Michael asked him. "Let me tell you, that kid might be a fucking idiot. But you are a fraudulent scum bag piece of sbit." Michael told him before grabbing hin by his jaw and throwing him on the floor. Stephanie looked at the car dealer and pointed. "Don't make us have to come back here." She told him before turning around and leaving with her uncle.