2025-05-01 23:48:04“Where are we, Jax? Are we still at the racetrack?” Coyote asked as he slowly sat up, his body still adjusting to the shock.
“Yeah, we’re still here. They’ve already transferred the prize money to your account, by the way,” Jax replied, barely able to contain his excitement. “Really?” Coyote’s eyes lit up. “Yes! You can now kiss your money problems goodbye,” Jax grinned. Coyote smiled to himself, already thinking of how to spend the money. First on the list: paying off his overdue rent. Just the thought brought a wave of relief. “How are you feeling?” Jax asked, his face shifting to a more serious expression. “I feel good… for someone who was in a car that crashed and exploded,” Coyote said with a wry chuckle. “Sorry about your car. I know how much it meant to you,” Jax said, his voice softer now. “Yeah… I’ll miss it dearly. But I want to forget about that right now. I just want to go home,” Coyote replied, his tone turning wistful. “Once the EMT lady finishes checking out the other injured driver, she’ll come back to clear you. After that, the ambulance will take us home,” Jax explained, glancing toward the door. “Am I paying for their services?” Coyote asked, raising an eyebrow. “Nope. The race organizers are covering it. Since this is an illegal event, they decided to hire EMTs and keep them on standby. They can’t risk sending injured drivers to actual hospitals—too many questions,” Jax said. “That’s actually smart. But… has anyone died before?” Coyote asked, lowering his voice. “Yeah. Twice. But the organizers managed to cover it up both times—kept it from being traced back to them,” Jax whispered. Just then, Maya stepped into the ambulance. She sat next to Coyote, facing him with a calm but attentive gaze. She studied him for a moment before speaking. “You seem very fine. It’s almost as if you didn’t sustain any injuries. That said, your body still needs rest. You need to let it recuperate. Understand me?” Coyote nodded slowly, though he was barely paying attention. His thoughts spiraled in a different direction. Why am I imagining her like this? He couldn’t stop himself from picturing Maya in various positions, his mouth going dry as desire surged unexpectedly. This isn’t like me… Why the hell am I so horny right now? “Hey! Do you understand me?” Maya repeated, noticing the faraway look in his eyes. “Yeah… yeah, I understand you. But I gotta ask you something, Maya,” Coyote said, locking eyes with her. “Yes, go on—ask,” she said, tossing a box of medical supplies to the side. “Are you by any chance single?” he asked, immediately regretting the words as they left his mouth. He caught Jax giving him a pointed look, but to his surprise, Maya blushed. “I am single,” she said slowly, “but I’m not interested in a relationship. I’ve got a lot going on right now.” Her cheeks remained flushed. [This girl wants you. She just doesn’t want to look easy in front of your friend and the other medic.] “I think so too,” Coyote replied to the system, mentally. “OK, I respect that,” he said aloud, offering her a flirtatious smile. “Though, I’d love to keep in touch… for when you don’t have so much going on.” Maya hesitated, then scribbled something down on a piece of paper and handed it to him. “Thank you. I promise not to disturb you… unless you’re into that,” Coyote added with a teasing grin. Maya blushed deeper and looked away, saying nothing. Coyote glanced over at Jax, who was now shaking his head with a grin of his own. With a soft click, Maya closed the ambulance doors and pressed a button. The engine rumbled to life, and the vehicle began moving, taking them away from the chaos of the race. [I have to show how you earn points, I am sensing you might get started on it before you know.] “Go ahead, System.” [Speed Racer Harem System Tasks] Handy : 10 points Blowy : 15 points Normal sex: 50 points Rough sex : 70 Anal : 80 points Creampie: 100 points Threesome : 200 points Win a race : 100 points Coyote’s jaw dropped as he stared at the list of tasks required to earn points. “You seriously were not joking about the sex thing?” [I don't joke about these things, Host. And there's more.] “More what? Sex acts?” [Kinda. If you have sex with a married woman and make her your plaything, you earn a 2x bonus. If you sleep with someone you are related to in any way, you get a 10x bonus.] Coyote felt a wave of disgust wash over him—especially at the incest part. But the cuckolding task stirred something different. It made him think of Katalina. She and her brute of a husband had beaten the hell out of him, all because of a lie. A lie she told, and her meathead husband believed without question. Coyote had never even touched her, yet he paid the price. Well, both of them are going to pay for what they did to him. And what better way than to turn her into his personal toy while making her husband watch from the sidelines, powerless? The thought was wicked. It was twisted. And it made Coyote smirk. Fifteen minutes later, the ambulance dropped off both Coyote and Jax in front of Coyote's apartment. As the vehicle pulled away, Coyote waved at Maya. She smiled back at him through the glass, and he couldn’t help grinning. Her beautiful face lingered in his mind. He licked his lips subconsciously—but was immediately brought back to earth when Jax nudged him in the shoulder. “Dude, let’s take you inside. Or can you walk on your own?” Jax asked. Coyote could walk on his own, but he knew that would raise eyebrows. Anyone seeing him casually strolling in after a car crash and a brutal beating would start asking questions. “No, I need your help. My body still hurts,” Coyote said, keeping up the act. Jax slung Coyote’s arm across his shoulders and helped him toward the apartment entrance. “Your body still hurts, but you couldn’t stop eye-fucking that EMT,” Jax said with a mischievous grin. “Bro, you caught that?” Coyote replied, feigning surprise. “Bro, even Stevie Wonder would have caught that. You were not subtle at all. Though I can’t blame you—she’s very hot,” Jax laughed. Coyote smirked, unable to hide his amusement. Once they reached the door, Coyote leaned against the wall as Jax bent down and checked under the welcome mat for the keys. “Bro, where did you put your keys?” Jax asked after a few moments of fumbling. “I always put it there,” Coyote said, frowning in confusion. His chest tightened with unease. Who would take my keys? Wait... Did the landlord kick me out early? But all my stuff is still in there... “Try opening the door,” Coyote said, tension creeping into his voice. Jax didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the knob and turned it—it was unlocked. The lights inside the studio apartment were on. They both stepped inside cautiously. They hadn’t even taken two steps when a voice echoed from the bathroom. “I’ve been here all night waiting for you, Coyote.” Instantly, Coyote recognized the voice. A tall blonde in a tight black dress emerged from the bathroom. The dress hugged her curves, revealing her ample cleavage and showed off her legs. She looked straight at them, arms crossed, lips pursed. “Why do you look like shit?” Jax stared at her, doing a poor job of hiding his lust. “And what are you doing in my apartment this late at night, Gwen?” Coyote asked, his tone flat and unreadable. [Wait! That’s Gwen? Why is she dressed like a slut?] the System chimed in, its voice sharp in Coyote’s 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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