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Chapter 34. Meeting up with Gwen
Author: FOCA
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As he drove to Nico's restaurant located at the center of the city, Coyote couldn’t get the thought of being owned by the mafia out of his head. He wished he had known that this would happen after racing that night, then again his plan for that night wasn't to survive the race.

If things had happened like he imagined, he would be six feet under now.

Coyote wasn’t really afraid that the mafia would come after him, he knew how to take a hit, how to survive, he knew Jax was right about them coming for everyone in his life and scared him. When or if the mafia decided to pull him in for a favor, it wouldn’t be something clean. That isn't how they roll. And right now, he was praying, almost bargaining with whatever God still listened to him, that they wouldn’t demand anything too illegal to the point where he has to share a jail cell with his father.

Something in his gut told him that was wishful thinking.

He parked his car at Nico's restaurant's parking lot, this is the location he s
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