Sleepwalking

Chapter 4- Trevor

"I don't even like golf!" I shouted after hitting the white ball into a pond.

Franklin shook his head while saying "Trevor how are you supposed to play now, man? You don't have a ball."

I snatched the ball out of his left hand and placed it on the tee. "I do now." I took a swing and launched the ball out of sight. "Whoops. Looks like that's the end of the game."

"Fuck you, T." Franklin said grabbing my club and put it in my golf bag in the back of the cart. "What to get something to eat?"

"I am always down for food." I said, getting into the drivers seat. I drove us to the gate to return the cart. 

I parked the gold cart and Frank and I started walking around the corner of the building. When we walked by a man  talking to a security guard, the man waved his arms in our direction "There he is!" He shouted. I sauntered over to them, "Is there a problem, buddy?"

"Him! It was him that hit the ball!" The old asshat shouted, pointing at Franklin.

The guard scowled at Franklin. "If you could golf correctly, people wouldn't get hurt. You people have to be more careful."

"You people? What the fuck is that supposed to mean??" Franklin got pissed and started to move past me to him.

I pulled him back and got in the overweight guard's face. "My friend here couldn't have hit that fucking ball. Because I hit it."

The guard pushed me back "Well you need to be more careful. And watch your mouth."

"Can't a man enjoy a game of golf?" I growled. I turned to walk but the old man raised his arm and slapped me hard on the neck.

"OW! You FUCKING prick." I cleared my throat as I grabbed a random club out of the old fuck's bag. "I'm gonna shove this putter up your ass you son of a-" the guard raised his gun shouting at me to drop the club, which I promptly did before reaching for the heavy pistol held my the waistband of my jeans. I pointed and hit the security guard across the face with the gun, which knocked him out. "You are next!" I angrily growled at the cowering old man, hiding his face with his hands.

Frank and I ran to my truck which roared as we raced out of the lot. 

"T it didn't have to be like that." Franklin always bitches at me for defending myself. Its just who I am. 

"I was defending you. I was hoping for a little thank you for kicking that racist's ass."

He sighed and rolled his eyes, "Shit man it could have gotten ugly."

We went through the drive through at Burger Shot and ate in the car parked in the parking lot. 

Franklin sighed heavily, "Look man, there was something I wanted to talk to you about, but- I don't think you are responsible enough to handle yourself doing it."

"A something? Is this something the something you were planning with Lester? Tell me about the something, Franklin. I'll be a good boy. Tell me." I begged.

"Oh alright. So there was this guy I used to work for, Simeon Yetarian. He has a fairly successful business going on, but it is extremely illegal. Since Lester is all about righting wrongs the wrong way, I had a plan to stop him."

"Ooh I like. What is the plan?" I asked evilly. 

He threw his trash in the bag the food came in and said "Lester is figuring it out. Let's just say we could get our hands on a nice amount of money."

"Oh yes. Money. Who else are you recruiting for this little rendezvous?"

"I don't think anyone else, man. It's not going to be on the UD scale."

"Well nothing will be." I liked the sound of this, I didn't really care about the money though. It was never about the money. I'm just in it for the action. "I'm in."

"Alright I'll call Lester." He got his phone out of his pocket. I didn't listen to what he said to Lester because I was busy checking my own phone to see if my lady friend Juliet had texted me back about meeting up later. And by lady friend I mean she is a stripper at the club I own. And by meet up I mean have sex.

"Trev, Lester said we can meet him at my house so he can tell us our options."

"Why don't we just do it at Lester's house?"

"Uh well, he said he doesn't want you to know where he lives."

"Fair enough. Lets go." We pulled up to Franklin's house and I parked in the large driveway. We went inside where Lester was sitting on a couch in front of the tv, watching the news. "Why did you get the fancy house on a hill?"

Lester stood to greet us. "Because, he is 100% less likely to not send it up in flames." He chuckled creepily.

I growled "Don't you have some kids to watch, old man?"

"Enough, enough. Let's get to work." Franklin said, getting a beer for me and him.

Lester stood and placed a notebook on the coffee table.

"We have two options." He said before clearing his throat. "Option one is this." He handed Franklin his phone.

"What is it?" I asked impatiently.

"It's a picture of someone getting out of a car in the lot behind Simeon's shop. Where we would drop the cars we repoed." Franklin answered.

"That is the mastermind behind Mr. Yetarian's most recent boast in inventory. I couldn't pick up a face or a gender due to this picture. But if we scope out the place one night and see what time this person drops a car, we can decide what to do after that.  If something was to happen to his most prized worker, Mr. Yetarian would do the utmost to get them back." Lester explained.

"Hand over the company?" I asked. It didn't make much sense to me. "We're going to off this fella?"

"No no, at least... no. We won't do that. Got it Trevor? No lives taken?" Lester asked.

"Aghh fine. What is the other option?"

"Kill Simeon." Lester said matter of factly.

Franklin contemplated, but I knew what I wanted.

"I want to kill him." Franklin said.

Since it was Frank's beef, I decided it was fair. I gave them a nod.

Lester gathered his notebook. "Alright good. We can move on this tonight. Scope his place out and time when he is alone to when he closes up shop to when he leaves. Then call me."

Lester left, and I texted Juliet that I was going to be a little late.