Chapter 2: Truck'd

Brad Bradington Jr. pulled the car window down and flicked out a half finished cigarette onto someone's lawn. He drove his SUV forward a bit, stopping again outside one of his own properties just in time to see a panicked single mother carrying a cardboard box. She was flanked by the two rough looking enforcers Brad had hired.

"Be seeing you, leech!" he leaned out and shouted, putting on his best shit eating grin.

The woman had been weeks overdue with rent and he'd rather get paid than doing charity. As the woman entered her little car, Brad craned his neck and stuttered his SUV closer until its massive front grill just about nudged the trunk of her car, actually obscuring most of it. He momentarily shifted his gaze to admire the airbrush job adorning the hood – a giant stern looking eagle he had specially commissioned but managed to dodge paying for.

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"Yeah off ya go, off ya go you little parasite..." he half seethed and half chuckled to himself as the woman finally drove off nervously. He did not notice the child in the back seat shooting daggers through little wet angry eyes.

After giving a thumbs up to the enforcers Brad fell back into his seat with a satisfied sigh, then snatched up his phone. He had to message the new tenant but ended up tapping a casino app instead. Clutching the steering wheel, phone, and a new cigarette, he slowly drifted onto the road and into an intersection, eyes glued to the "7, 7, ?" which had appeared on the slot machine.

Then a big white truck T-boned him at high speed.