FRAGMENTS OF THE BILLIONAIRE

CHAPTER 3: THE PLAN

Micheal winced as he gingerly rose to his feet, his battered body protesting each movement. Luke, his eyes red from a mix of tears and rage, paced the room, unable to contain the anger that surged within him.

"That bastard Logan... even after Dad's gone, he's still messing with us. I can't believe this," Luke seethed, his fists clenched.

Micheal, despite the pain coursing through him, placed a hand on Luke's shoulder in a feeble attempt at comfort. "We'll get through this, Luke. We just need to figure out a way."

Luke scoffed, frustration evident in his voice. "A week to gather $50,000? We don't have that kind of money. If we did, we wouldn't be in this mess. I hate this life. Why is this happening to us?"

The weight of their father's debt pressed down on them like an insurmountable mountain. Micheal, trying to maintain a semblance of hope, said, "Once we get past this, we're free. We just need to find a way."

Surveying the dilapidated surroundings, Micheal shook his head. "Let's not stay here tonight. Come, follow me." With a limping gait, he led Luke away from the house, leaving behind the haunting memories of their father's demise and the ruthless encounter with Logan's gang.

They arrived at the door of a friend, Alex, who welcomed them into his modest abode. The atmosphere in Alex's place was a stark contrast to the desolation they left behind. The warmth and comfort offered a temporary respite from the harsh realities they faced.

As they settled in, Micheal recounted the harrowing events to Alex. The room fell silent as Alex absorbed the weight of their story. After a moment, he shook his head in disbelief. "That's so damn sad, man. I can't believe you guys are going through this."

Micheal, worn and beaten, spoke with determination. "We need to find a way to get that money. There has to be something we can do."

Alex, a thoughtful expression on his face, suggested, "I know a few people who might be able to help. But we'll need to be careful. Dealing with these kinds of debts can be dangerous."

Luke, his anger momentarily set aside, listened intently. "We don't have much of a choice, do we?"

Micheal nodded, "No, we don't. We can't let Logan dictate our lives like this. We'll figure something out, together.

Alex stood up and signaled Micheal to come over, Micheal signaled his younger brother to stay behind.

"Listen dawg, there is a job actually to get that 50k dollars but, it's gonna be rough and the people we are running this job for, they gonna want their own cut. You feel me?"

"What kind of job are we talking about here? Is it going to be just like old times?" Micheal asked already hinting that this was not his first time doing crime, that was how Micheal could survive.

"Yeah, It's a big one but it's just going to be a  three-man job, dawg." Alex replied as he looked Micheal making sure little Luke didn't hear them.

"Oh okay, who is the third person?" Micheal was surprised, usually the jobs they ran used a minimum of five guys.

"He is picklock, one of my best contacts.......He is coming any.........." The door bell interrupted him and Alex scoffed.

"About time, homie." He walked over to the door and opened it.

"Wassup my Man!" Andrew hugged Alex and shook Micheal who grunted a little thanks to his injuries.

"Seems like the gang is complete, Andrew meet Micheal and likewise." 

"Wait! He is the third man?" Andrew asked taking a second at Micheal trying to size him up.

"Relax dawg, he's a master planner. This job is gonna be fucking smooth, I can bet my left eye on it." 

"Okay brother, I trust ya." 

"Good, let's go talk in my room. We have a lot to discuss and prepare for, come on! Dawgs we only got a five days."