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Chapter 41. Sparks on the Track
Coyote spent the rest of the day settling into the Nakamura Racing garage. The place was alive in a way that reminded him of a beast breathing, air compressors hissing, drills whining, the thump of tires being dropped into stacks. The smell of motor oil clung heavy to the air, mixing with burnt rubber and sweat. Every corner buzzed with motion, and though part of him wanted to just zone out and lose himself in the chaos, he forced himself to pay attention. He couldn’t afford not to.One by one, he met the crew. Some were older guys with hands calloused like tree bark, their fingernails blackened by years of grease. Others were young, jittery with ambition, eager to prove themselves. Then there were the engineers, who seemed to speak in their own language, numbers, ratios, graphs. Coyote didn’t pretend he understood half of it, but he asked questions anyway. He listened. He laughed at their stories, and admitted what he didn’t know. People respected honesty more than fake confidence. H
Chapter 40. The Quirks of The Skill
“Quirks?” Coyote asked again, his voice steady but edged with suspicion. His hands tightened on the steering wheel, eyes locked on the stretch of asphalt in front of him. “What quirks does the skill have?”The system didn’t answer right away. Its silence was the kind that carried weight, like it wanted him to feel the pause before the truth dropped.Finally, the voice hummed back into his head.[Charisma Boost does not last forever. Its influence weakens over time, especially on people who are very unwilling to do the thing you want. For example, your father, doesn’t truly want to clear your name. He despises the idea. But under the skill’s effect, he’ll tell the truth. He’ll do it. The problem is, in a matter of weeks or months, when the effect fades, he’ll remember. He’ll feel the anger of being forced. And he will despise you even more for it.]Coyote exhaled sharply through his nose. He had expected something like that. Nothing this easy comes without strings attached.The system’
Chapter 39. The Soft Launch
Coyote stepped out of the visitor’s room with his fists still clenched at his sides. The metal door slammed behind him, leaving the sound to echo in the concrete hallway like the last word in an argument. His pulse was still pounding, a steady, relentless drumbeat in his ears. Not from fear, not from shame, but from something heavier, the raw aftertaste of control. For once in his life, he had walked away from Marty McNaulty without feeling like the broken kid who had once been tossed into the street. For once, he wasn’t dragging his father’s venom around like chains.The fluorescent lights above buzzed faintly, throwing a sickly yellow wash over the corridor. The prison always smelled the same, metal, bleach, and something sour in the air you could never quite identify. And yet, there she was, waiting for him like she didn’t belong in this place at all. Isabella. Arms folded across her chest, posture regal even under the harsh lighting, her dark hair catching the dull shine and turni
Chapter 38. Unrepentant Father
Coyote’s stomach clenched. He sat straighter, biting down the wave of anger threatening to push his voice too high.“You haven’t changed. You are still… you,” he said quietly.Marty laughed, a sound like gravel grinding together. “And you have? Look at you. Louie Watkins’ golden boy. Walking around with that name like it makes you somebody. Well, guess what you are white trash just like me.”Coyote’s jaw tightened. He forced himself to keep his tone level as Marty spit another venom at him. “If you’d been home that day… if you’d been there, your brothers and sister would still be alive. You are the only one who was tall enough to turn off the stove when I am a bit distracted.”Marty’s eyes narrowed, his lip curling.“You are actually blaming me. Have you forgotten that you kicked me out of that house,” Coyote pressed, his voice harder now. “You kicked me out when I was the only one trying to protect my sister from you.”“Protect your sister?” Marty barked a laugh. “No. I kicked you ou
Chapter 37. Visiting Prison
Traffic was ordinary, too ordinary for the way his mind raced. He rolled past a school bus, a bakery with the door propped open, a guy in a puffy jacket arguing into his earbuds. The closer he got to the prison, the more the city thinned out, wider lanes, lower buildings, a long run of chain-link fencing with weeds puckering through the gravel. Half a mile out, he saw them: vans nosed along the shoulder, camera tripods like thin metal insects unfolding at the curb. A few reporters checked their hair on phone screens. A boom mic hung sideways over a coffee cup. His pulse ticked up. He pulled into the small lot across from the main gate, where a black SUV already sat idling. Isabella stepped out as he parked, beige trench cinched, sunglasses in her hand, not on her face, and somehow that choice alone told him exactly how the morning would go. Visible, present and intentional. She crossed to him with a small smile. “You look perfect.” “I feel like I’m walking into a dentist’s offic
Chapter 36. Trying To Forget
The sun was still asleep when Coyote woke, to be honest he wasn’t really sleeping. He just couldn't stop replaying his encounter with Gwen in his head over and over again. Coyote hated the fact that he didn’t do enough to stop it. He hated that he was too weak to withstand her manipulation, but what he really hated more was that even now he isn't sure he can reject Gwen if she showed up in his room right now. He got out of bed, stretched his body and did some push-ups to get his mind off Gwen, but even after doing a 100 push-ups on the cold tiled floor, his mind still wandered to Gwen, her breasts, her lips, the curves of her face and how in control she was. [Someone doesn't like that he is into his “sister”] “I begged you last night to stop saying things like that, and I am going to beg you again. Please stop. I hate myself enough already,” Coyote said out loud. [You know the silliest part of what happened in that parking lot is the fact that you could have used one of your skill
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