My Neighbor Stole My Garage, So I Locked His $10 Million Deal Inside

My garage became my neighbor's free parking spot.

The roller shutter door was broken for three months, and Marcus's black Audi sat in my garage for those entire three months.

"Sweetheart, your door won't close anyway. And I see you don't even have a car. It's just sitting empty."

He patted my shoulder, ash from his cigarette falling onto my shirt collar.

"Once this batch of goods sells, I'll buy you dinner."

I just smiled and said nothing. The next day, I called the repairman.

A month later, Marcus was jumping mad in my garage.