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What goes around comes around like a hula-hoop

Karma is a bitch… Well just make sure that bitch is beautiful…

The Carter IV, She Will

–Lil Wayne

“Your destination is on your right…”

As soon as the Garmin GPS sounded, Low got out of his ride, and slowly strolled by the basement’s parking garage entrance of a massive, twelve-story, luxury building. It had been fifteen years, but Low still retained the pass code that would grant him access inside the compound. How could I ever forget my son’s birth date? Low wondered, entering the code then getting back inside his car. Slowly pulling into the driveway, he proceeded to the back of the building. He stopped at a short metal fence, and placed the Buggatti’s gear in neutral. Low stepped out the car with his shotgun locked and loaded.

Through the night sky of Boca Raton, a thick, black cloud gave way to a torrential downpour. Raising his night-vision binoculars to eye level, Low located the Palm’s luxury condominium buildings. Scaling the floors, Low scanned the top floor, and zoomed in. There she was sitting in the dinning room. Time had been good to Michelle. Her face was still as beautiful as the day Low first met her in high school. Aiming the binoculars to the right, Low saw a young teenager sitting on the living room’s sofa. Remote in hand, the youngster chomped on pizza while scrolling the television channels.

While Low focused on Michelle, he saw Rob suddenly coming from the kitchen area, carrying a pitcher of red juice. Watching Rob and Michelle in the dining room, Low felt his rage overwhelming him. Rob placed the pitcher of juice on the dining room table, and took a knee in front of Michelle. Reaching between her legs, he gently massaged her stomach. Low zoomed in so close he almost lost his grip on his binoculars.

The sound of booming thunder exploded, and lightning illuminated the entire sky turning it from gloomy to bright gray. Massive thunderstorms or the heavy rain would not deter him. Low dreamed about this moment for what had seemed like an eternity.

Cocking the Mossberg pump, he glared with deadly intentions. Then Low turned and broke into a deadly charge. There was murder in his eyes as he jumped into his car. The boss was gone. He had been left for dead—to rot. His status, and family was stripped from him. Now this was his time to take it all back. His revenge on hand, Low grit his teeth and closed in.