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Chapter 78. Meeting The Boss II
Aldo didn’t let go of Coyote’s hand right away.The handshake lingered, stretching past what was polite, past what was normal. Aldo’s fingers were firm, warm, almost grounding, yet the old man’s gaze was what truly held Coyote in place. Those sharp green eyes searched his face with unsettling focus, as if Aldo were sifting through layers, skin, bone, memory, trying to find something buried deep beneath.It made Coyote’s skin prickle.Despite years of surviving hostile rooms, brutal men, and high-stakes pressure, this felt different. Personal. Intimate in a way that had nothing to do with affection.He shifted slightly, instinctively trying to pull back, but Aldo’s grip didn’t loosen.‘Why the hell is this man looking at me like that?’ Coyote wondered, the thought flashing sharp and uneasy through his mind. At the same time, he reached inward. ‘System?’[It is hard to tell, but I am just going to guess that he likes you. Maybe he is into young handsome men with striking green eyes like
Chapter 77. Meeting The Boss
The ride felt like somebody had stuffed Coyote into a coffin and decided to take it for a spin. The black hood was jammed over his head so tight he could smell his own breath bouncing back at him, warm and stale. With his vision gone, his ears had nowhere to hide. Every disgusting word pouring out of Vincent’s mouth hit him like a punch.Vincent and his men weren’t even trying to whisper. They were laughing loud and ugly laughs. Talking about some poor bastard they’d killed for skimming off their goods. Then Vincent drifted off into the part he clearly enjoyed more: what he did to the man’s wife afterward. The way he described her, broken, terrified, forcing her into prostitution and being her first customer made the guys howl like he’d just delivered the punchline of the century.Coyote’s stomach rolled. Every laugh felt like a slap. He wished to hell he could shove cotton into his ears, or punch Vincent right in the throat, or just be anywhere except in this car with these animals.
Chapter 76. Taken To God Knows Where
“Seriously! Coyote, what the hell are you doing here? Explain yourself?”Maya’s voice sliced through the chaos around them, sharp and disbelieving. She looked at him the way someone looks at a stray animal caught in the wrong place, half shocked, half irritated. Her gloved hands were still stained with someone else’s blood, her EMT vest reflecting flashes of red and blue from the emergency lights.Coyote froze. His mind felt like it short-circuited.‘I really don't know what to tell her. It’s like my brain’s gone blank.’[Just tell her what I am sure she already knows. You are racing here.]“I–uh, I am racing here,” Coyote stammered, words tumbling out awkwardly.“I can see that,” Maya shot back, crossing her arms. “But why? You’re like the most talked-about NASCAR driver right now and you’re out here doing something illegal. I don’t know much about racing laws, but I’m sure this might disqualify you from the season.” Her tone softened slightly, but her eyes were still hard. “What th
Chapter 75. Racing For Dear Life II
Coyote had launched clean. Smooth. Within the first two laps, he’d taken the lead without even tapping into his system’s arsenal. It wasn’t luck, it was pure precision. The kind of instinct that came from years of running, surviving, winning. His car tore through the first straightaway like a bullet, every shift clean and measured. Behind him, headlights danced wildly as the pack fought for position, but he barely looked back. His focus was sharp, his lines perfect. But that control didn’t last long. By the third lap, Ghost was on his tail. The older racer’s car roared like an animal, dark, low, predatory. He wasn’t just chasing; he was hunting. Coyote caught the reflection of Ghost’s headlights closing in. Then came the first hit, a hard slam into his rear bumper. The jolt shook the steering wheel violently. Coyote corrected, grit his teeth, and kept steady. The crowd went wild. To them, it was all spectacle, screeching metal, drifting smoke, the thrill of chaos. But insid
Chapter 74. Racing For Dear Life
Coyote stared right into Ghost's blue eyes with an unreadable expression. “Come on, dude! You can’t do shit to me. Why would you say something like that? This is just a race.”Coyote stood there, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets, watching Ghost pull on a pair of leather fingerless gloves in a slow, deliberate and menacing motion. The gesture was pretty clear even to blind. Ghost’s face was a map of anger and exhaustion, the kind of expression that belonged to a man who had lost more than money. “You took the bread right out of my mouth when you won that race night,” Ghost said, his tone cutting through the noise like broken glass. “And I paid dearly for it. I never lose, Coyote, or whatever the fuck you’re called.”Coyote tilted his head, a grin tugging at his lips. He looked utterly unbothered, maybe even entertained. “Wow,” he said. “Aren’t you too old to be a sore loser?”The smirk wasn’t just arrogance, it was an armor to hide the fear that was rising up his spine. And it
Chapter 73. Ghost’s Threats
Isabella kissed Coyote for a while longer as he stood by the window, hands on the glass, as if the grand estate outside could steady him. They made out for a moment until he pulled away from the intense kiss. Isabella blinked, throat wet, thinking maybe he wanted to take off his clothes, but Coyote surprised her. He sat on the bed, shoulders hunched in a quiet way, and looked at his surroundings like he was trying to read it and commit it to memory. He turned his face up to her. "Can I get this house fully in my name? The question fell between them like a small, deliberate weight. Isabella smiled slightly-that soft, almost private smile that spoke of amusement and being touched at the same time-and asked, "Why do you ask this? Are you afraid I might take it away?" [I am always not on the loop with your plans. What are you up to now?] ‘Just observe, system. I am about to fully own this house.’ [But you can easily use Charisma Boost on her.] ‘Shut up and observe.’ He glance
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