Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 2148

Screw you!

“If it isn't enough that you've stolen my money, you're going to take my Benz in broad daylight as well?” Brodie cussed. “If I don't get you good today, I'd not call myself a Turner!”

Brodie reflexively assumed that the car thief outside his doors and the one that cleaned out his house must be the same person.

Leaping out of the window, he made a dash for the Benz. Then, he pulled open the door on the driver's side, hauled the man at the wheel out, and started stomping on him.

“F*ck you for daring to steal from me. You must be tired of living!”

The man at his feet howled, “Stop. Stop it right this instant! Who's friggin stealing your things? This Benz is mine so I'd drive it however I wish!”

“Yours?” Brodie cackled. “Driving a Benz? A miserable pauper like you? Take a good hard look here to see who this car really belongs to!”

With that, Brodie produced his vehicular registration for the man to see.

After inspecting it, the man was stunned. “What's going on here? This can't be right. The owner of the car is already dead.”

“How dare you curse me?” Brodie roared.

“Stop! It's not what you think, man!” the man pleaded profusely. “Look. Here's my driver's license. The ownership of this car has really been transferred to me.”

When Brodie took the papers from his counterpart, he was astounded as well. “What the... How could one car have two owners?”

“No way. How could the ownership be transferred without my consent? Your copy must obviously be a fake.”

With that, Brodie rolled up his sleeves once more just as a van pulled over close to where they were. From it, seven to eight individuals alighted.

At their fore was a man in a sharp suit who called out genially to his fellow passengers. “Come along now, everyone, and let me show you around. Watch your step and don't trip up.”

With that, he led the group toward the inside of Brodie's house, and once more, Brodie was left stymied.

A group of strangers waltzing into my house for a tour in broad daylight and in the owner's face, at that. What manner of travesty is this?

Brodie gave up on wrangling the car thief and ran up to engage that group instead. “Hold it right there. Who the heck allowed you to go in? What are you people supposed to be, strolling in like that without permission?”

That set the suited man in a deep furrow. “I should be asking this of you, amigo. Who are you, and why are you trying to get in our way?”

“This is ridiculous. I'm the owner of this house, that's who,” replied Brodie.

The owner?

“Please don't kid around with the deceased, good sir,” the suited man said with a chuckle.

That got Brodie confused. “What the heck do you mean by that? Explain yourself clearly.”

“All right then. I'll put it to you clearly. The owner of this house has passed on and this house is now under the charge of us, the agents,” the man replied. “I'm bringing clients here to view the property as a representative of my agency so you'd best not create problems for us. Otherwise, I may be forced to call the cops on you.”

I'd screw your mom.

Brodie took a swing at the man and socked him in the jaw, and the floored latter bared his mouth to the tandem of a spit of blood.

“Standing right before you is the owner of the house himself, alive and kicking, so how dare you curse me... For that, I'm going to kill you!”

Similarly incensed, the male agent shoved the property ownership certificate at his counterpart.

“I'm going to call the police, and by the gods, I'm going to see them slap the cuffs on your wrists! What rotten luck to run into a madman that came out of nowhere.”

Brodie snatched the paperwork from his opposite number and when he did, he started to quiver all over, for the certificate did state the name of the real estate agency in question.

“Obviously fake, this one. One hundred percent guaranteed.” Brodie pulled out his phone and proceeded to ring up the Housing Authority to ascertain if the property ownership certificate was genuine.

Upon verification, he was stupefied to learn that it was.

“Impossible. Impossible!” Brodie howled. “I'm the owner of the house and this property is registered in my name. I've never even met you people before so how could I have transferred ownership of my property over to you?”