2025-05-01 23:44:09Coyote stirred awake on what felt like a stretcher, his heart pounding wildly—faster than any engine he’d ever heard. His vision was blurry at first, but as it sharpened, he realized he was inside an ambulance. Oddly enough, it wasn’t moving. Sirens weren’t wailing. The whole world felt like it had paused, holding its breath. Then, a voice he knew cracked through the silence.
“Hey! EMT, he just opened his eyes!” Jax shouted, nearly shaking the stretcher with the force of his voice. Coyote let out a pained groan. His body throbbed in multiple places, bandages wrapped around his arms, his chest, even his ribs. Every movement sent a fresh jolt of pain rippling through him. “Please don’t move,” said a calm, soothing voice—a woman’s voice. “You sustained a lot of injuries. You need to rest. It’s a miracle that you’re still alive.” Through the haze, Coyote managed to catch a glimpse of her. She had light olive skin, striking grey eyes, and long brown hair pulled into a ponytail beneath her blue paramedic uniform. Even in his current state, he found her beautiful. “Yeah! He is one lucky motherfucker,” Jax added, his hand gripping the stretcher with a relieved grin. Coyote let his head fall back against the padding. He stared at the ceiling, dazed and still aching, and muttered to himself, “How the fuck did I survive that?” Suddenly, a cyan screen flickered into view—right in front of his eyes—and a male voice echoed in his head, clear and cool like a digital breeze. [Hey, yo, the criteria required for activating the Speed Racer Harem System have been fulfilled.] [System synchronization with host commencing.] [Synchronization complete. Congratulations. You have been given a chance to achieve your goal of beating Louie Watkins’ record.] Coyote's eyes widened. “What the fuck is going on?” he shouted—but his mouth didn’t move. That terrified him more than anything. [I am in your head, Host. And this is how it’s going to be for a long, long time.] “What? Why isn’t my mouth moving while I’m talking to you? Are you even real?” he asked, his thoughts racing faster than his pulse. [Your mouth isn’t moving because you're communicating with me internally. And there are people around. It was one of Louie’s upgrades before he installed me in that Chevy.] “Wait… Louie put you in my Chevy?” [Yeah, pretty much. He figured you might need me someday. Looks like today’s the day. Man, it’s good to finally be out and about.] “What are you?” [I am the Speed Racer Harem System. Think of me as an AI assistant—on steroids. I’m here to help you beat Louie’s record. That’s still your dream, right?] Coyote blinked hard. “Let’s say I still want that… How can an AI assistant in my head help me do it?” [I think I sold myself short when I said I’m like an AI on steroids. A better description? I’m like a genie. I grant you skills—ones that help you achieve your goals—once you meet the criteria.] “What kind of criteria are we talking about?” [For Louie, it was just winning races. Back then, I was only known as the Speed Racer System. But for you? You’ll have to bed women.] Coyote blinked, stunned. “Seriously?” [Yeah! Like my new name implies, you’re going to have a Harem.] “A harem? Are you fucking kidding me?” [No, I am not. You’ll earn points by engaging with women. Do you hate this? Are you gay or something?] “No, I’m not gay, and I don’t hate it—I just think it’s absurd,” Coyote said, trying to process it all. [Well, embrace the absurdity, because it’s going to be your new normal.] “I’m guessing you’re the one who saved me?” he asked, trying to change the subject. [Yes. I was restless in that car, so once you activated me by crashing, I ejected you immediately. You’ll heal up soon.] Before he could respond, the EMT leaned over, her eyes full of curiosity. “Can you talk?” He coughed softly. “Yeah, I can.” “Can you move your hands for me?” she asked. Coyote glanced at her name tag: Maya. He slowly raised one hand, surprised by how easy it was. “Maya, I think I’m OK,” he said with a small smile. That’s when it hit him—there was no pain. Not even a twinge. Damn, he thought. The system must be real… this isn’t a hallucination. [Of course I’m real, motherfucker! You thought this was some hallucination?] the system yelled inside his head, voice laced with attitude. “Jeez, calm down. No need to yell—you’re literally in my head. And why do you sound like Samuel L. Jackson right now?” Coyote asked, wincing at the mental volume. [I have a catalogue of voices. I use whatever I like depending on my mood.] [Would you like to see your status?] “I think we should put a pin in that… until I get home.” [There’s a lot you need to know, but fine. I’ll just be observing you—and this pretty lady over here. Something tells me she’s going to be a member of your harem.] Coyote rolled his eyes but said nothing, redirecting his attention to Maya. Her full lips moved as she spoke gently to one of the other medics, and he found himself distracted by the curve of her figure, the outline of her chest beneath the uniform. He cleared his throat and tried to focus, but he could already hear the system chuckling in the back of his mind.
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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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