2025-05-01 23:37:59Coyote pulled up in front of an old apartment building. The street was cloaked in shadows, save for a few scattered windows glowing faintly with light. At first, he considered stepping out and going inside, but something made him hesitate. A heaviness settled over him. Instead, he reached for his phone and dialed Jax’s number.
It rang a few times before Jax picked up. “Hello, bro, what’s up?” Jax asked. Coyote drew in a sharp breath. “Bro, can you come outside? I’m parked out front.” “If you’re parked out front, why don’t you just come inside?” Jax replied, confused. Coyote reached for the driver’s side door but grimaced in pain—it barely budged. “Just come outside. I need your help now. Please.” There was a brief pause before Jax answered, “Okay, I’ll be there.” He was about to hang up when Coyote added, “Please bring a first aid kit... and some pain meds. The type you take to not feel anything at all.” Jax’s tone changed instantly. “Dude, what the hell is going on? Why do you need those things?” “I just fucking need them. Do you have it or not?” Coyote snapped, his patience fraying. “Yes, I still have some of the good stuff. I don’t think you can afford it though,” Jax replied, trying to lighten the mood but failing. “I’ll deal with that later. Just come outside before this pain kills me.” Jax didn’t argue. He ended the call, and within two minutes, he was out the door, clutching the items Coyote had requested. The sight that met him stopped him cold. Coyote sat slumped in his once-pristine car, now mangled and beat to hell—like it had gone a few rounds with the Hulk. “Jesus Christ! Who did this to you?” Jax yelled, rushing to the driver’s side. He flung the door open, gently pulled Coyote out, and threw one of Coyote’s arms over his shoulder. He half-carried, half-walked him to a bench just outside the building. “Easy, man. Just sit down,” Jax muttered, lowering him carefully. He got to work immediately, cleaning Coyote’s wounds with methylated spirit. The sting drew a low, guttural growl from Coyote, his teeth clenched tightly. Jax handed him two pills. Coyote popped them into his mouth and swallowed with a dry gulp. “With this, you won’t feel pain for the next seven hours,” Jax said, beginning to stitch the worst of the wounds. “Who did this to you?” “That bitch Katalina lied to her husband, said I assaulted her. He believed her—and beat the shit out of me,” Coyote muttered bitterly. “What a crazy bitch. Did you try to explain that his cunt of a wife was the one who assaulted you?” Jax asked, his voice sharp with rage. “I tried, but he wouldn’t listen.” “Damn it to hell,” Jax growled. “We’re gonna do something about this. That woman and her husband won’t get away with this. They at least need to pay for your treatment—and your car.” Coyote gave a dry chuckle. “Wouldn’t that be nice. I’ll think about that later. But right now, I want you to do me a favor. And please… don’t say no.” “Tell me what you want and then I’ll decide—say no or yes,” Jax responded. He wasn’t the kind of guy to make promises he couldn’t keep. If Jax gave his word, he always followed through. “Just say yes,” Coyote urged, voice low and insistent. “No. What if I say yes now and it turns out you want my permission to fuck my girlfriend?” Jax said, trying to lighten the mood. Coyote managed a weak laugh. “I would never ask such nonsense from you. You’re like a brother to me. Please—just say yes.” “This feels like a trap… but okay. Yes. What do you want?” Jax asked reluctantly, still wary. “I want you to take me to the race tonight,” Coyote said. Jax immediately shot up from the bench. “Dude, no!” “You already said yes, though,” Coyote pointed out, a faint smirk on his lips. “I knew this was a trap. Come on, bro, don’t make me do this,” Jax groaned, running a hand down his face. “I need to make fast money tonight. I have to pay my rent or I’m getting kicked out tomorrow. On the way here, I got a message from a loan app—they’re giving me two days to pay up. If I had any other option, I wouldn’t be asking you,” Coyote explained, his voice firm but tinged with desperation. Jax stared at him, frowning. “Fuck! What car would you even race with?” “My car. I’ll do some minor repairs on it right now and race with it,” Coyote replied, already pushing himself to his feet as the pain meds dulled his agony. Jax folded his arms, eyes narrowing. “The odds of you winning before this mess was six out of ten. Now, with that wrecked car and the injuries you’ve got? The odds aren’t even upto two.” “I’ll take that chance,” Coyote said without hesitation. Jax sighed, then picked up the first aid kit and leftover medications. “I’ll take this inside, then I’ll come out. Wait for me in the car.” Coyote nodded and started walking toward his vehicle. The pain had vanished completely now, thanks to the meds coursing through his system. “This drug is really strong,” he muttered to himself as he eased into the driver’s seat. “Must cost a fortune… a fortune I now owe Jax.” He rested his head against the steering wheel, letting out a shaky breath. “Well, whatever. I’ll die tonight, and he’ll get the prize money. That should cover it.” His voice faded into the darkness of the car’s interior as he waited for Jax to return.
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Chapter 33. The Mark
Jax was pacing like a caged animal, muttering “fuck” every other breath, each one louder than the last. His fingers kept dragging through his messy hair, shoulders tight, jaw locked.Coyote leaned against the Chevy, watching him like you’d watch a fuse burn down.“Dude, cut it out,” he finally said, voice low but steady. “What do you mean when you said, “I’m marked?””Jax stopped mid-step. He looked like he’d just run ten blocks, breathing hard, eyes sharp. “The Lucci family just staked their claim on you.”Coyote frowned. “Claim?”“They own you now,” Jax said, like he hated every word. “The Luccis run the underground racing scene here. You know, that race you won? The one you barely walked away from? That’s theirs. And now… so are you.”It immediately dawned on Coyote slowly, like ice water seeping under his skin.“You’re serious?”“I’ve been trying to tell you!” Jax’s voice cracked with frustration. “I warned you not to race that night. And I have been warning you for weeks. But you
Chapter 32. A Marked Man
“Dude, what are you not telling me?” Jax asked, his eyes boring into Coyote, who leaned against his car, jaw tight, arms crossed, trying to pretend like Jax’s gaze wasn’t drilling holes into the side of his skull. Coyote averted his intense gaze like a child who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.He looked away, stared across the street like something fascinating might suddenly appear and save him from answering, but he knew there was no way around it, Jax was just too good at picking up on things.“I uh…” “Come on, spill it,” Jax said, as Coyote became hesitant. “I fucked Gwen, one time,” he said, as if to water down the weight of what he had done.Jax gave Coyote a look that could best be said to be both surprised and perplexed. “So, you finally did it,” he said, trying to hold back a laugh.“I didn't plan it, it just happened. I tried my best to fight it, but it ended up happening,” Coyote said, gauging his friend's reaction. “Dude, say less. I am not reacting this way
Chapter 31. Still At Jax’s
Coyote was about to get into his car instead of standing under the hot sun, still trying to wrap his head around what the cryptic hand gesture from the men in the black sedan meant, when his phone rang. The screen lit up with Jax’s name.He pressed the answer button. “Yo.”“Hey, bro,” Jax's voice came through, breathless and hoarse, like he’d been running, or, more accurately, thrusting. “I just saw that you called me. What’s up?”Coyote smirked. “I hope you finished before you called me? Did you finish?”There was a pause, then Jax laughed, instantly catching on. “Dude, are you at my apartment?”“Yeah, I was. I’m downstairs by the curb now, and I heard what you were doing with your woman. The whole of Miami heard what you were doing with her. Dude, you’re going to wear her out.”“Man, shut up. You act like I should be sorry,” Jax replied, chuckling. “Taissa says hi, by the way.”Before Coyote could say anything back, the line went dead. Quite typical of Jax to hang up before he could
Chapter 30. The Mafia Scare
Coyote parked his red Chevy at the curb in front of Jax’s place. The nose of the car pointed uphill like it had something to prove. He cut the engine and sat there for a moment, fingers still gripping the steering wheel as his eyes scanned the familiar scenery. The low-rise building looked the same, weathered brick, half-dead ivy clinging to the walls, and rust stains like tears running from the gutters.He remembered the night he came here days ago. He had his favourite car and was quite frankly a different man. His old banged-up red Chevy had coughed its way to the curb like it was dying just like he was. Coyote remembered bleeding from his face, with cracked ribs, high off pain and adrenaline, he’d begged Jax to help him treat the wounds and enter him into that underground race. He remembered how reluctant Jax was, but he eventually did it.That night, Coyote had no future, just bruises, shattered dreams, and suicidal thoughts nipping at the edge of his brain.But today? Things we
Chapter 29. Lies And Anonymous Text
Coyote didn't remember putting on his shoes. He barely remembered grabbing a shirt, yanking it over his head as he stumbled out of Isabella’s penthouse like he was fleeing a fire. He remembered kissing Isabella’s cheek when she asked what was going on, but nothing else. His heartbeat thudded so loud in his ears he couldn’t hear his own thoughts. Just the echo of that damn message. Maya’s in danger.The elevator felt too slow, too civilized for the panic crackling inside him. He shoved open the emergency stairwell and took the steps three at a time, breath ragged, limbs uncoordinated. His knuckles grazed the wall more than once, but he didn’t stop. Couldn’t.He was behind the wheel of his red Chevy before he even realized where he was going.Traffic meant nothing. Red lights were suggestions. Horns blared, tires squealed, and the city screamed at him, but all he could see was Maya’s face. The gentle way she looked at him last night. The way her smile made something twist painfully ins
Chapter 28. Skeletons and Threats
Coyote sat on the edge of the bed after yelling into a pillow, head now in his hands, his skin still red from embarrassment. He couldn’t stop replaying the image of four perfectly dressed professionals staring at him like he was a stripper who wandered into a board meeting. His briefs still clung to his thighs, the only clothing he had on, and even now, the memory made him groan into his palms.He’d faced death behind the wheel. He’d dodged cops, survived crashes, been blacklisted, ghosted, and nearly burned alive—but nothing, nothing, had felt as mortifying as walking out half-naked into Isabella’s morning strategy session.[Snap out of it. You are being too dramatic. It's not like you showed them your junk.] The system yelled.‘You are right, I am overreacting.’At that moment, the door creaked open.He didn’t look up.“I’m dead,” he muttered into his hands. “Just throw my body in the trash and tell the world I died or something.”Isabella’s laughter filled the room like music. “You
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