Sleepwalking

Chapter 7- Franklin

I parked out side of Lester's house and went up the creepy stairs. I let myself in and walked through the messy house to his room where he was sitting at his computer.

I was about to speak, but Lester cut me off. "I've got to hand it to you, Franklin. You're very, very good at finding things that Trevor loses. Do us all a favor and take a look for his sanity please?"

"Lester. That girl... what went down between them? They look so pissed at each other, but can't stop looking at each other at the same time."

Lester turned around. "It's kind of funny, actually. First Michael and now Athena. Both fucked him and themselves over by being selfish."

"Come on man, tell me. Trevor hasn't said a thing. I don't know if I should worry about them banging or killing each other in my home. All he told me about her before was she was flighty. Please tell me man, I won't tell T." I begged.

"Look it's not my place to say. Ask Michael. Actually don't. He is useless and was playing dead at the time." Lester said nonchalantly. "Anyway, what is your plan with her? Are you going to let Trevor keep her?"

"She's not a dog, man. She's a person. A person I trusted into my company. A person who deceived me. A person stole my property, and probably knew full well who the fuck I was when we first met. I don't know what, I got to talk to Trevor."

"Oh, he is useless now. He is bias because of the curse of being infatuated with a girl with long, shiny hair and large tits."

I sighed, because I know he is right.

"We need a plan, dog. And I plan on clipping Simeon." I said, getting ready to go.

Lester stood. "I suggest going now, I kept the monitor going and he is in the shop, alone. Just don't warn him of your visit beforehand.

"Okay, man. I'll call you when it's done."

"No need, I will be watching. Bring the body back here, I will dispose of it myself.

"Thats kind of weird, dog. I gotta say." And I left for Simeon's showroom.

I drove from Murrieta Heights to Strawberry. I didn't park relatively near the store, since he knows my car. I parked a few blocks away and went the rest of the way on foot. I walked in through the main entrance to the showroom floor.

"Ah, Mr. Clinton. I wasn't expecting you." He emerged from his office. "I have a few things I would like to go over with you."

"There isn't anything to go over. You stole my bike. My property. You steal back what you sell. Thats credit fraud, man. You're shady as fuck, and that's why I came here." I put my hand on my gun in my left pocket.

"You were a son to me, Franklin Clinton. For the record you stole the bike from me. I asked you to repo it. Why you are repoing it isn't any of your business. Now I suggest you leave. Before my security guards are summoned. I'm not afraid of you Franklin. You wouldn't shoot me knowing full well I am unarmed and it's not a fair fight."

I released the gun from my hand. "You are right about that. I don't need a gun to kill, you have two fists."

He came at me and swung, but I grabbed his fist with my left and and jabbed him in the chest with my right hand. I got 4 or 5 punches in until he raised his leg and kicked me in the nuts. I released, and he pushed me on the floor. Before he could kick me, I rolled out of his reach and stood back up and pushed him with all my force against the yellow SUV. He fell to the ground, coughing up blood.

"You son of a..." He muttered.

I walked to him and kneeled by his side. "Are you done fighting?"

"He quivered and nodded yes. And I promptly took out my gun and finished the task.