The Billionaire's Brat

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Vinny has blue balls. The vixen he met the last night was still lost to the wind. He was awoken this morning to one of his lackeys stuttering bullshit about a rat. With a terrible hangover, he decided to go cruising in his baby. His 1965 silver Jaguar E-Type. He rolled it into his garage the day after his fortune crossed the Billion mark five years ago and can count on one hand how many times it's seen the sun since.

On his way back that afternoon from his drive out to the Hamptons, he felt his car begin to wiggle. Pulling off the expressway, he pulls out his phone and Googles the closest auto shop. "How in all of Brooklyn is only one shop open?" Vinny copied the address into his phone Gps and headed towards The General's Garage.

Mia stood under the rusted-up pickup truck raised in the middle bay of her shop. She took over for her uncle a couple of years back. The walls are lined with old license plates from cars her uncle scrapped over their 50 years of operation. Since gaining ownership, Mia has overhauled the equipment to include all the latest computers and tech to fix even those ridiculous hypercars the 1% own to fuel their egos.

"Magnus! This is scrap metal, not a truck!" Mia yelled in the direction of the break room. Magnus poked his head out of the door, "Mia. This is a classic! I know you can fix it!" Magnus, her front desk clerk, gave her pleading eyes. She glared at him and pointed at him. "No more freebies on this junk heap. You're paying for this the next time something breaks." He throws his hands up in surrender as she presses play on her earbuds and drops her welding helmet visor over her face.

Vinny pulled up to the shop and parked in the driveway. Getting out of the car, he looked into the open roll door and watched this little redheaded woman yell at a man in the back right corner of the building. She had her welding helmet covering her face when she turned to look up at whatever she was working on. She was dressed in a grease-stained baggy jumpsuit and tan work boots half-laced. She raised her welding gun to the car's underside before sparks started flying.

Vinny strode over to the front door, crossing in front of the open garage bay. The door chimed as he opened it and strode in. Magnus looks over at Vinny, "What do you want?" Vinny raised an eyebrow at the man as he took his sunglasses off. "Professional," Vinny said before tucking his glasses in his suit pocket. What Vinny didn't know was that Magnus knew who he was. Magnus made it a point to learn the face of every hot and eligible bachelor in New York. He wore all black the day news broke of Vinny's engagement to Isabella, the airhead daughter of some shipping tycoon.

"Bash! I got one for you." Magnus leaned back in his chair and yelled out towards the shop floor. Sebastian strolled into the office, up to Vinny, and stretched his hand. "Hey, man. What do you have for me?" Vinny shook his hand, "it started wobbling down the expressway." Sebastian nodded, then held his hand out again. "I'll throw it up on the lift." Vinny looked down at Sebastian's hand. "No one drives my car. Guide me in," Vinny said, walking back towards his car.

Mia lowered Magnus' truck and then walked into the front office. The front door closed; Sebastian shook his head and walked past her towards the shop floor. She looked at him, then back to Magnus, "new client?" Magnus rolled his eyes dramatically and leaned back in his chair, "you could say that. New York's former hottest bachelor probably has a flat tire." Mia didn't care about all the girly gossip Magnus lived on.

"Well, if he has the money to spend, he can have all the flat tires." Mia handed Magnus his keys back, holding his hand tightly. "You have a nice new welded plate on that rust bucket. Please do not drive over a median again." She squeezed his hand before letting go.

"Ow! Jesus Mia. Ok! Get out of here already. Us men can handle it today." Magnus shook out his hand. Mia walked out of her shop, throwing a peace sign over her head as the door closed behind her and headed towards her truck. It wasn't fancy, an old 1990 white F-150 with lifted suspension. She had restored and modified it with her uncle after her dad passed it down to her.