Nekopara fanfic

Chapter 109, Book 2. Stacked Deck.

Headed away from the scene of the fire, an Enzo rolled down the street like nothing was wrong, headed to the Stacked Deck HQ. Hidden in plain sight, it rolled into the private underground parking lot of a casino in town.

A driver, dressed in a black racing suit and a helmet with the visor down, made his way to the casino owner's office where he was let in by a couple of the casino security staff.

"Ay, there's the man." Darius greeted him.

Sitting at the desk was Darius, a long time rival of Royal's. Street Racer, illegal gambler, liar, cheat, thief, and all around asshole.

Standing to one side was Wolf, one of Darius' cronies, who would almost be cool if he weren't wearing a turtleneck, and wasn't also a total douchebag. Second verse same as the first, just with an attempt at seeming high-class.

Last but not least was Nikki, to the other side. One of Royal's ex girlfriends who ditched him for Darius and the money he stole from Royal.

"So, you burned down that shitty little cake shop yet?" Darius asked.

"That, and I gathered some important info." The driver replied.

"Told you he'd pull through." Nikki commented.

"Alright then get talking." Darius said to the driver.

"Turns out that kid is in town. And either the Samurai followed him, or they were already here."
The driver said.

"Yeah I know the kid is here. Rogue Speed fanboy little shit. I stole most of his cars. Don't worry about him, he's all talk." Darius said.

"So you were driven out of Palmont by 'all talk', were you?" The driver commented.

"Just keep talking." Darius replied.

"Anyway, the Samurai street racers are here and if they side with Rogue Speed and or side against you, it could be extremely problematic." The driver said.

"Alright. Wolf. Your job is to go find one of the Samurai guys. Try and get a connection to the leader or something. See if we can talk to them." Darius ordered.

Wolf sighed. "Alright."

He headed to the garage as the driver left, speeding off in an Enzo with a licenseplate that said F - 8.

He had no idea where to even start looking for them, but orders were orders and he wasn't about to go back without trying.

He got into his Murcielago and sighed, driving around the shadier parts of the city, revving his engine to challenge a car or two on occasion if they looked like racers. Eventually, as he was speeding from one location to another, a car pulled up beside him, rolling down the window.

"You, you're Wolf, right?" A driver wearing a nice looking three-piece suit and a helmet asked. He couldn't really make out the car model on the dark ass road, but it wasn't an Enzo, he could tell that much.

"Who's asking? You a Samurai member?" Wolf asked.

"If you make it back alive, tell your boss the Stacked Deck isn't welcome in our turf." The driver said before pulling out a gun.

"Shit!!!" Wolf shouted to himself as he slammed on the gas to try and avoid getting shot, when the driver started shooting at him.

Wolf ducked and tried to swerve, but just as he did, one of his rear tires was shot out, causing him to lose traction and go straight into a light pole. He blacked out as he smashed into it.

He regained consciousness sometime early the next morning with police, a firetruck, and an ambulance arriving on scene before being brought to the hospital to treat his injuries.

After receiving proper care in the hospital and being moved to a hospital room to rest, Darius entered, looking pretty pissed off.

"So what the fuck happened?" Darius asked.

"Was driving around looking for the Samurai, when I found one. Bastard shot up my car and ran me off the road. Told me if I made it back alive to let you know, we're not welcome on their turf." Wolf said.

"Well shit. Let me make a call, we'll see about what he thinks when he's gotten an ass beating." Darius said, heading out to call up his associate.

"New phone, who this?" The driver responded.

"You know damn well who it is. I want you to find the leader of the Samurai and I want you to fuck him up. You get proof you did it and proof it's the leader, I got a shitload of money for you. Got it?" Darius asked.

"I'll see what I can do." The driver replied.

"Good. I expect results." Darius said, hanging up.

"Just what I need... Some fucking boogeyman street racing gang screwing with my shit." Darius said to himself, before turning to Wolf.

"The second they discharge you from the hospital I want you back at the casino, understand?" Darius commanded.

"Understood." Wolf said with a sigh.

At Wolf's response, Darius left, heading back to the casino and sighing.

"Motherfucker, now I gotta buy Wolf a new car. The kid ain't got any more, except his precious GT. He barely talks to Nikki anymore, he doesn't like her... But she'd still give me a fucking earful if I found a way to steal the GT. She knows what it looks like... Not to mention all the fucking decals it's got on it. It's like a walking billboard. Rich little Rogue Speed fanboy bitch with his tacky supercar... And here I was, rollin' in it because of the Casino's winnings, now I gotta dump it all into a new goddamn car for Wolf cause some dickhead filled it with bullets. Not to mention F - 8 saying we needed the Samurai on our side... F - 8 better fucking do something about it, because Wolf's car got totaled trying to fucking meet with 'em. Just a load of bullshit if you ask me." Darius muttered as he walked into his office, pulling out his phone to browse car dealers for the rest of the day.