SPEED RACER HAREM SYSTEM

Chapter 6: Convincing Jax

Coyote 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.