Three Brood Instigators

40. Paying What's Theirs

"Hopefully these Ponzi Schemes made by these known suspects will be resolved in court," said the female radio host.

"In other news, just last night that Mayor Simon Byron, The Mayor of Tavernier's manor was robbed, and the three cars and other possessions owned by him were found abandoned last night," said the male radio host.

"The theft of these possessions now hold question to the public opinion about the investigation of Henry Davis' allegations in bribery and corruption, let alone Mayor Simon Byron himself," said the female radio host.

"The police are also investigating the underground crooks o—" DROCK SLAMMED THE RADIO DOWN TO THE GROUND, disturbing the peace for just a second.

"Come on, that was a good radio," Goran moaned.

"THOSE CARS ARE WORTH A MILLION TIMES MORE THAN THAT!!" Drock said. Then Clayne and Ben came by to visit the two in the Black Market. "And what are you two fucks doing here?"

"Uhh, no offense, Febby told us to come here... uhh... for you," Ben defused.

"Man, that is just bullshit!" Drock said. "Everything is BULLSHIT!' Drock said, SLAMMING THE TABLE. "FUCK!!"

"Dude, just chill out for a second, man!" Ben defused.

"Chill? CHILL?!DO I LOOK LIKE I NEED TO CHILL RIGHT NOW AFTER EVERYTHING'S THAT LOST?!" Drock scolded.

"HEY! You are scaring the customers, shut your mouth and manners!" said a black market seller on the side.

"I'll roll your tongue if you keep telling me that again!" Drock pointed. "This is... FUCKING... BULLSHIT!!"

"I know," Goran said.

"You tell me," Clayne chuckled.

"Can you even believe it, FEBBY TOOK THEIR FUCKING WORD!! Just like that!!" Drock compressed severely. "Is this Vanessa's doing or what? Is she manipulating her? THIS IS BULLSHIT!!"

"I am sorry, Drock, we can't take the car back, you know what happens," Goran advised.

"Man, they are lying," Drock said, PUNCHING THE WALL. "I THINK THESE MOTHERFUCKERS ARE PLAYING WITH US!!"

"Ok, this is uhm... messed up," Ben sweated.

"Man, only an idiot would return a Ferrari and a Lamborghini they stole back to the owner!" Drock contemplated. "Fuck! We didn't just return it, we also left it in the middle of nowhere, to the dust, FUCK!"

"Man, we just can't let the underground get away with this, I thought they said cops round here ain't serious," Clayne argued.

"Don't worry, when the schedule is right, there will be a shipment in the docks, that is our big score, for now at least, until what, a couple of months, BULLSHIT!" Drock said. "Man, fuck man, I thought we could get out of this stupid mess of a town!"

Goran seduced Ben and Clayne to sit beside Drock, collecting together. "I don't need a kiddy company, you three—fuck! If Herman was here, I'll kill him for surrendering the gold, could have worth a lot!"

Goran patted. "Drock, take it slow, take a vacation..."

"WITH THAT MUCH MONEY I COULD HAVE A LONG VACATION!!" Drock screamed.

"Look man, just because we lost a lot, doesn't mean it is over, we survived, did we?" Goran cheered his mood.

"Yeah," Ben said.

"Well, what's the point of surviving if we don't even have ten thousand yet?! We have no money or anywhere else left to go but this stupid town! ARGH!!" Drock argued. "I can't stand this! What's a fucking opportunistic future if we have to wait so long for it, HUH?!"