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Chapter 82. Coyote Meets Detective Chen
Something told him this wasn’t a friendly visit.Coyote remained standing near the door, one hand still resting against it as if he might need to slam it shut at any moment. The morning light creeping through the windows suddenly felt intrusive, exposing too much, revealing too many things he wasn’t ready to deal with yet.The Asian woman moved further into the living room without waiting for permission, her eyes scanning the space with quiet efficiency. Not out of curiosity. It felt like she was conducting an assessment.She noted exits. Windows. Blind spots.Coyote noticed that she noticed.That alone made his pulse quicken.Still confused, Coyote finally asked, “Okay… who are you?”The woman didn’t answer immediately. She paced slowly across the sitting room, heels clicking softly against the floor. The silence stretched just long enough to make him uncomfortable before she turned and walked straight toward him.Up close, her expression was calm but cold, the kind of calm that came
Chapter 81. Vincent's Plaything
Vincent slammed the door to his room so hard the walls seemed to shudder in response.Inside, soft lighting cast warm shadows over silk sheets and expensive furniture, everything designed to soothe, to flatter, to remind him of his status. None of it worked.A pretty woman in black lace panties and a matching bra gasped, startled out of her thoughts."God! You scared me."Vincent didn’t answer. He barely acknowledged her presence at all. His eyes flicked in her direction for half a second before he looked away, jaw clenched, chest rising and falling too fast. His mind was elsewhere, stuck in that sitting room, replaying every word, every look, every humiliation.His father’s voice.Coyote standing there.That smug, infuriating smirk.Vincent crossed the room like a storm, his movements sharp and erratic. He opened a small compartment near the wall and pulled out a bottle of vodka. His hands shook as he grabbed a glass, trying to pour, but the image hit him again, Aldo handing Coyote t
Chapter 80. Touring The Garage
Coyote tilted the glass back and chugged the rest of the wine in one go. The rich liquid burned slightly as it slid down his throat, leaving warmth in its wake. Aldo watched him closely, his sharp green eyes following every movement, every swallow, as if he were measuring something more than Coyote’s tolerance for alcohol."Okay, Sir, I don’t mind a tour of your huge house this late at night."Aldo chuckled, clearly amused, and glanced at his Rolex, the watch catching the light as he lifted his wrist. "Come on, it's just 11pm. Follow me. This won't take long."Coyote nodded and followed him through the door, stepping into a corridor so wide it felt more like a gallery than a passageway. The marble floor gleamed beneath soft recessed lighting, footsteps echoing faintly with every step they took. The walls were lined with art, paintings, sculptures, framed photographs, each one screaming money even to someone like Coyote, who didn’t care much for such things.As they walked, Coyote’s bo
Chapter 79. Father And Son Issue
Aldo turned to face Vincent with a coldness that seemed to suck the warmth out of the room. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic. It was worse than that, quiet, controlled, final. The kind of look that made grown men straighten their backs without realizing they were doing it. Coyote felt it before he fully understood it. A chill crawled down his spine, sharp and instinctive, like his body had picked up on danger faster than his mind could process it. This wasn’t a father scolding a son. This was a king reminding someone of their place. Vincent, to his credit, didn’t crumble. He stood his ground, shoulders squared, jaw tight, like someone who had rehearsed this confrontation a thousand times in his head but still wasn’t sure how it would end. “I guess what they are saying is true. The little power I gave you has gotten to your head, that is the only explanation for talking to me in that tone.” The words landed heavy. Vincent visibly staggered back a step, not from fear, but from the
Chapter 78. Meeting The Boss II
Aldo didn’t let go of Coyote’s hand right away.The handshake lingered, stretching past what was polite, past what was normal. Aldo’s fingers were firm, warm, almost grounding, yet the old man’s gaze was what truly held Coyote in place. Those sharp green eyes searched his face with unsettling focus, as if Aldo were sifting through layers, skin, bone, memory, trying to find something buried deep beneath.It made Coyote’s skin prickle.Despite years of surviving hostile rooms, brutal men, and high-stakes pressure, this felt different. Personal. Intimate in a way that had nothing to do with affection.He shifted slightly, instinctively trying to pull back, but Aldo’s grip didn’t loosen.‘Why the hell is this man looking at me like that?’ Coyote wondered, the thought flashing sharp and uneasy through his mind. At the same time, he reached inward. ‘System?’[It is hard to tell, but I am just going to guess that he likes you. Maybe he is into young handsome men with striking green eyes like
Chapter 77. Meeting The Boss
The ride felt like somebody had stuffed Coyote into a coffin and decided to take it for a spin. The black hood was jammed over his head so tight he could smell his own breath bouncing back at him, warm and stale. With his vision gone, his ears had nowhere to hide. Every disgusting word pouring out of Vincent’s mouth hit him like a punch.Vincent and his men weren’t even trying to whisper. They were laughing loud and ugly laughs. Talking about some poor bastard they’d killed for skimming off their goods. Then Vincent drifted off into the part he clearly enjoyed more: what he did to the man’s wife afterward. The way he described her, broken, terrified, forcing her into prostitution and being her first customer made the guys howl like he’d just delivered the punchline of the century.Coyote’s stomach rolled. Every laugh felt like a slap. He wished to hell he could shove cotton into his ears, or punch Vincent right in the throat, or just be anywhere except in this car with these animals.
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