Just Another Mafia Story [Completed!]

Chapter 52 "Tortilla heaven"

Paul's POV:

"The oil is leaking we have to fix it, Brian, I thought you had taken care of it", I asked calmly,

I saw Brian resting on my chair with a cowboy hat over his eyes, "Nope", he muttered normally,

I shook my head, this man never does anything you ask him to do, "hey Paul can I take your car today, mine needs gear work, 2nd gear is messed up a bit"  I turned in irritation,

"Brian you just got it fixed yesterday, and I see dents on it too, what are you doing with it, mountain climbing?", he smirks and stares at me with one eye while chewing something,

Cocky bastard, "I just drive like there is no tomorrow", I threw a screwdriver at him, which he swiftly catches and mutters "caught it", winks,

"Hey, Paul can you fix my bike?", a man says to me while looking at Brian, who stands up and goes to check the bike,

"It will cost ya?", he says while inspecting, he bends and touches the muffler.

"needs a new exhaust, the tire needs to be changed, the chain is rusted hence the bike is crap, won't do it for free", he stands with confidence, the man stares for a moment and nods,

"alright fix it, I am ready to pay",

"first payment then fixing",

5 mins later, I saw Brian counting the cash like a greedy bastard he is, his smirk can show you how happy he was with all the loot in his hands, I roll my eyes, freak...

I was using my phone, a client had brought a car for modification, it needed new rims, some engine work, hydraulics the works and paint job,

that showoff was ready to pay anything, he saw my Camaro ZL1 standing tall outside a shop, he wanted to buy it, but I won't sell it even if he offers me a diamond mine, this baby is mine,

So this is what I do mostly, there is a huge garage in this mansion, Cars are my life, people come and want me to work on their rides, I mostly do it, because I love doing it,

Brian hands me the money, I look up, he smiles, "you keep it", I raise my right eyebrow, he rolls his eyes,

"Paul your dream is to open a workshop, now we can open it",

"you want to open a workshop in between a war, are you still high from last night", I stood up,

"I am not high, well kind of"  he shakes his head a bit, I smile at his weirdness,

"Come on man, we do it, why don't we charge for our talent, we are the car whisperers", he says in a strange Gypsy voice,

"The what?", I asked confusingly, he shoved the money in my hand, "take it or else I will burn it",

"you wouldn't, you greedy dog",

"maybe not burn it, but I will do something stupid with it like...like um", he was thinking,

"like give it to charity", I laughed,

"Brian you douche charity is a good thing",

"it's bull shit to me, what I care is this", he made money gestures with his hands, by rubbing his thumb and forefinger together, I laughed,

"and yeah your dream", he said while smiling, I stared at him for a while, this man is a douche but sometimes he makes me want to hug him,

"Now don't kiss me Paul, you look creepy", I showed him the middle finger, he winked and chewed something again,

"Wtf are you chewing?",

"a nut",

"wtf", he went out with a creepy smile, freaking psycho.