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[indent][indent][color=B23602]“Who’s gonna’ be your date tonight, Mein Mensch?”[/color] [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d1/7d/24/d17d249107efaad08ba6572b033fd7ec.jpg]Eiran Goldstein[/url], one of the many employees under Niles’ uncle’s jurisdiction, chewed on his toothpick at Dom’s Body Shop & Garage. Location, East Boston. He leaned up against the wall as he surveyed the Doctor’s son strolling through the secret underground garage that Dominic Tyler liked to call his very own ‘batcaves’.  It makes sense that a highly innovative techie like Niles’ uncle would have state-of-the-art technology to create a secure retreat away from the hustle and bustle of the city. The actual codeword to find these garages was “sanctuary”. 

There were at least twenty six of these throughout the United States. When Dominic Tyler wasn’t working remotely for The Hoffman Sachs Group, Inc, based in Dallas, Texas, he was managing his mod/auto repair shops. Consider it a passion project of his. On top of him making good money as a software engineer with the leading global investment banking, securities, and investment management firm, having clients with some of the highest net-worth, he also collected art, constantly attending auctions and private showings. In addition to that, he loves, absolutely loves, motor vehicles. Does love even justify his obsession with the fast and furious world?  

Niles took interest in his uncle’s business at a young age - before he knew much about it. Fortunately, his father wasn’t against it. The prospect of his son investing his time learning a family trade was a much better deal than his son ending his life. Since the Doctor’s son gained his permit, he made monthly visits to Boston to help his uncle out. How so you may ask? Well, by racing. An earnest way to get things other people worked hard for and branding it with the Tyler name. 

Dom’s BODY Shop & Garage was a good cover for what actually happened underground. Truth be told, Dominic Tyler was someone in the crime world that people highly respected. No men in blue have caught onto his game and that’s because he was unaffiliated, unbiased, and seemingly uninvolved. If you looked at his business papers, his bookkeeping, and his places of business, he was [i]clean[/i]. He wasn’t aligned with any top dog, there was no sign of illegal transactions, and if you walked in the shop? Even to the keenest of eyes, it looked like a normal garage. Dominic Tyler was a smart man and those who were big players in the Underworld knew that. 

All that matters to Dom was providing amazing customer service to well paying clients, while offering a reformed program for ex convicts. There’s an unspoken rule when it comes to the name Dominic Tyler. He’ll offer you the best services for your rides and clean up (emphasizing on BODY shop), the only thing he asks of you is to leave his immediate family out of the business. Niles was an exception. That’s his nephew, not his sons. Leave his wife, his two sons, and his daughter alone and he won’t be forced to retaliate. You don’t want to make a smart man angry. Let’s just say Dominic Tyler knows how to ruin lives and it doesn’t usually end in death. He prefers long, agonizing suffering. Death is a kindness in his book. 

Playing a dangerous game is part of the Tyler name not because Dominic has anything to gain from the game but because of the thrill of it all.  He’s [i]good[/i] at what he does and can manage like a boss, having implemented strong individuals in each of his shops. People he considers family, in charge of taking care of their domains and giving him reports when things go astray. 

Before Dom built his resume as a successful techie, he was a mechanic and an engineer first and foremost. An excellent one at that. Now he has garages where his team of infamous gearhead junkies, well known full-throttle, ex-convicts, and legendary racers run and build on top of his legacy, creating their own. He takes good care of them and they obtain parts, connections, and hot wheels, through any means possible, flipping what they get and building on the value and worth. 

That was the Tyler way of life and Niles was part of the reason why the Boston branch was booming. Niles raced, illegally, and brought home some of the rarest finds. Was it immoral to strip them from everything they had if he beat them fair and square?  

Who cares if it was. 

He was winning in the end and that’s all that mattered. 

[color=19C8AC]“You know I have to take her out,”[/color] Niles strolled beside the red 2,500+HP Lamborghini Huracan. They called her [url=http://www.carscoops.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/01/lamborghini-huracan-underground-racing-2-1.jpg]Desire[/url]. [color=19C8AC]“She never fails me, and she certainly won’t tonight.”[/color] Hearing the keys coming his way, fast, and with no warning, Niles shifted his body and caught them like a baseball. There was no hesitation or flinching, like he expected it and used his fast reflexes to respond. Turning his head, he smirked at the sexy asian girl, [color=19C8AC]“Hey Hiriko, does daddy know you’re out?”[/color]

[color=b73c3f]“No more than your dad knows,”[/color] [url=https://dazedimg-dazedgroup.netdna-ssl.com/960/azure/dazed-prod/1220/0/1220576.jpg]Hiriko Styles[/url] in a midriff top and pink ripped jeans blew a large pink gum bubble, mischievously looking at the Doctor’s son. Sucking the gum in, she snapped it, chewed, and glanced at her boyfriend, Goldstein. 

[color=B23602]“You takin’ her this time. The guy you up against ain’t the most ethical; he’s from Pinehurst, you know how they play. So, I’m sending insurance. If things get dirty Riko will take care of you like you take care of this babygirl here.”[/color] With his toothpick in his mouth, Goldstein glided his finger on the red beauty, proud of her journey. She's been here the longest and Niles was [i]attached[/i]. 

[color=19C8AC]“A streetcar named Desire.”[/color] 

[color=B23602]“Clever ain’t I?”[/color] Goldstein smirked while making his way to his girl, briefly taking his toothpick out of his mouth. Pulling her in, he deeply kissed Riko in front of the boy, giving no fucks of the PDA. The family she was adopted in controlled a huge part of Edenridge National Laboratory but unlike the rest of her family, she chose to learn the art behind cars. She either commuted from the Styles mansion or slept at his apartment. They had a good thing going and her spirit was absolutely on fire. Goldstein trusted her with his life and he knew she would protect Niles from any harm if a race went wrong. She came in clutch in the most opportune moments. Pulling away from the kiss, he brushed her hair behind her ear and smiled, [color=B23602]“You bring him back home safe, yeah?”[/color]

[color=b73c3f]“I always do,”[/color] Giving a teasing wink, Riko blew her man a kiss, which he responded by catching it. He watched her longingly as she swayed her hips from side to side and went into the passenger’s seat. 

God, he was a lucky man. 

[color=B23602]“Hey, Pink Slip. Take all they got!”[/color] After returning the toothpick in his mouth, the older man casually saluted with his pointer and middle finger. In silence, Niles nonchalantly nodded and entered the car. Goldstein went to a door pad and put in a four digit code. Soon after, a secret garage that was camouflaged with its surroundings went up and revealed a secret tunnel. This tunnel would lead to a platform that would bring Niles up to the East Boston Skatepark. 

Desire was gone in seconds. 

[color=B23602]“Get ‘em boy.”[/color] 

There was no time for rest. Immediately as the car vanished from sight, Eiran’s phone rang. When he saw who was on caller ID, he answered, [color=B23602]“Ayo boss. Uh yeah, yeah. Shipment went smoothly. Got another one at 6 AM? Shit, you love keeping me busy. Oh! For real? I’m sure Hector would like to see you. Yeah, I think that’s great—”[/color] Goldstein surveyed all the expensive street cars in his garage as he listened to Dominic jump between his personal life and his game plan for the coming months. The quota he wants his branches to hit. [color=B23602]“— Consider bringing your wife and kids. I hear Edenridge is a fucking mess. When is it not? I mean... you right. You totally right."[/color] 

If there was one thing Goldstein learned was this man never slept and if he called you at 3 AM in the morning, you fucking answered. His time was precious and honestly, he did too much. He was the guy who balanced his personal and work life by micro napping and just always on the go. For an old guy, Dominic Tyler still had way too much energy. Must've been the good sex his wife gave him. GOALS.  

[color=B23602]"You got business partners in town? No shit. I'm sure that means good things, Dom."[/color] 

Once the lights were off Goldstein turned on his heel with furrowed eyebrows realizing his work would be picking up soon if he wanted to meet his boss’ expectations. Something was brewing in the Underworld and he was a reformed convict simply trying to survive and provide for his family. He had a better deal than most goons. Dom was a good boss, just ambitious. Stil, he treated everyone that worked for him like family and that meant everything to the Jew. His family was limited, his past was dark, and he's been five years sober. That's got to mean something. Working for Dom was Goldstein's way of choosing his family. If his sister wasn't such a psychotic bitch, he'd likely have more family, which reminds him. He needed to call his brother, the one that lived in Seattle not in Boston with him, and see how the fucker was holding up with his business endeavor. He missed him. 

Family, man. 

They were everything to him.
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