Part 13

Part 13

As happy as I am, I didn't want to text her back right away; but I sure as hell won't allow some other prick get dibs on her before I get a chance. I texted her back and told her to let me know when she's available and I would work my schedule around hers. She told me that she would let me know for sure by tomorrow because she has some things to get done for her parents. I didn't respond and just figured she would let me know when she's available. I threw the phone on the bed, got in the shower all happy and fuzzy inside so I could get my day started. Went to turn on the water but nothing came out, not a fucking drop. I put my clothes back on and headed downstairs to find the problem but instead I find the house in a complete disarray. The basement door was open which never a good thing, since the only two that live here is Matt and I. Each step I went down while heading in the basement I checked behind me and ducked a little to see if I could see what I was walking into. By the time I get to the base of the stairs I just threw my hands up. The panic room door was wide open. I walked towards the opened door just to find Matt laying in a pool of blood. Rushing to his aid but still keeping an eye out for a possible intruder, because you'll never know.

I got Matt off the floor, cleaned up, and was able to get him alert enough to tell me what happened. Last night he was upset because he wasn't able to bring anyone home, not because he couldn't, but because there wasn't one female in a damn strip club that aroused him. Not one! He said he decided to go out for a walk to calm himself down at four o'clock in the morning and ran into a three guys that tried to rob him. He said he was able to beat down two of the guys but not the last one. He said because he was still tipsy and tired after fighting the two, he did what he could but it just want enough. The one guy left beat the shit out of him and when he got home he was so pissed off he went on a rampage in the house.

"Matt, did they come here? Do you know what they look like?"

"Naw, man. I wouldn't lead them back to you knowing you were drunk and passed out. I took the ass whoppin'." Then Matt smiled; well more like smirked and he pulled out a wallet. "I took that ass whoppin' but I also got that mother fucker's wallet with his ID."

The guy did a number on Matt but as long as we have the address for one, he'll eventually give up the other two in attempts to save his own ass. I told Matt to rest for a few hours, I was going to visit his home to see where he lives, and see if there's cameras around. This way if there's none, we can snatch that punk right out of his house and not worry about a thing. I put the address in my GPS and was able to see that he didn't live far, right in Yeadon which was about fifteen minutes from where we lived.

Driving around the area I noticed he lives right near a school. The great part is, there are no State owned cameras, but there are a few on houses that the owners had installed which would be a small issue. We can easily cover those with paintball guns, do that smash and grab, and be back home within twenty minutes. When I pulled up on his block there was a porch with three guys sitting outside, by the looks of the ID that was the guy that kicked Matt's ass, and the other two must be the dudes friends. Either way, I have a plan and hopefully we can grab him later tonight or early morning; but for now, I'm going to head home to check on my boy. As soon as he's ready, we're going to educate these assholes on right from wrong.