It All Began.

The door to the small empty bar opened, the hinges of the weak door made a squeak because it was pushed too hard.

Wayne was standing behind the bar cleaning a glass cup with a napkin, as soon as the men walked in, Wayne's shoulders slouched in fear.

The men wore black coats and dark sunglasses. They had a leader who stood at the front and always did the talking, his name was Drex.

“Hey old fool, where is my damn money!” he said walking up to Mr Jones.

Mr Jones was standing behind the counter too and he owed these men a lot of money.

They wanted their money back but Mr Jones didn't have it. Mr Jones was very poor and he had to go to the lengths of borrowing money from these gang men in order to save his business and put food on the table for both his son Wayne and himself.

“ Drex, the deadline for the loan is not yet due. I do not have your money now.“ Mr Jones said, his shaky voice told Wayne how much trouble they were in, Wayne tightened his fist watching them closely.

“Shut up! You have the guts to tell me when i should demand for my money back, right?“ Drex questioned. His eyebrows were drawn tightly together in a frown and the scowl on his face looked menacing.

Mr Jones was scared of what these men could do.

“And besides, your bar seems to be doing well.“ Drew added with a smirk mocking the fact that nobody patronized Mr Jone's little bar.

“My son Wayne is working three jobs to keep us going and I'm trying my best. How about i gather the money and by the end of this month I will pay back every penny i owe, like we discussed?“

“Haha! You think i'm here for jokes right, well since you have refused to pay me my money, i guess i'll have to teach you a lesson.“ Drex said, signalling his men to the direction of Mr Jones' office.

“Search every corner, when you see something valuable, bring it to me.“ Drex told his men. They were five in number, each and every one of them were muscular and tall.

“No please, they don't have any business in my office!“ Mr Jones cried out.

“Get out of my way, you old fool.“ one of Drex's men said pushing Mr Jones out of the way, he fell to the floor and they stepped over him.

“Father!“ Wayne shouted running to give a helping hand to his father.

When Wayne saw that his father was hurt, anger started building from inside him, the rage almost devouring him from the inside, Wayne marched forward blocking Drex's men.

“You can't go in there, you heard my father, wait until the payment time is due, now get your asses out of our store!“ Wayne said through gritted teeth and clenched fists.

Within a split second the room got filled with noise as Drex and his men burst into laughter.

They exchanged amused glances and they quieted down.

“Teach this filthy bastard a lesson.“ Drex said in a deep voice filled with anger.

One of Drex's men who was the largest walked over to Wayne and punched him. Wayne bent down as the pain exploded in his chest.

“Drex, please spare him!.“ Mr Jones pleaded, Drex and the other men laughed.

Wayne sucked in air and stood straight on his feet, he sent a punch to the bridge of the man's nose, he staggered, Wayne didn't let him out of his sight.

Wayne threw another punch to the man's throat, the man searched for air. His eyes were wide like saucers and his face turned red. Wayne kicked his leg, that was the last straw, the bulky man fell to the floor in a loud thud.

“What are you standing there for, get that piece of trash!.“ Drex ordered the rest of the men.

The other men, fearing what Wayne did to the biggest of them, reluctantly went towards Wayne.

Wayne took the rest down quickly, his chest heaved heavily and painfully. His muscles were sore and his fist were bloody, he was sure to have broken his fingers.

He winced and stood up straight, five gang men were laying unconsciously on the floor, Wayne turned to Drex and started walking towards him.

Immediately Drex started walking backwards, he missed his step and he fell, he picked himself up quickly and he turned towards the door in a hurry to leave.

“I'll be back and I'll make your life miserable, you worthless thing, let my boss hear about this, i will rain hell on your filthy life….“ With that Drex left the small bar.

Wayne did not let a second slip by, he went to his father and crouched in front of him.

“What have you done!.“ Mr Jones yelled at Wayne.

“But father, they hurt you.“ Wayne tried to defend.

“Those men are gang men and they're dangerous. Now go into the office, and get a brown envelope from the safe.“ He ordered.

Wayne went into his father's office, he opened the safe and grabbed the medium sized envelope.

The envelope was sealed and it was lightweight.

What would be the contents? Wayne asked himself.

He wondered why his father would request for the envelope at this time.

He walked back to the bar, his father was sitting on the floor looking weak.

“Father, what's this?.“ Wayne questioned.

“That my son, is what would make you a billionaire.“