Shut up and Drive

Chapter 1

A smile covered my face once I revealed my winning hand, knowing how much this idiot was now in debt to me.

"You better have the money my friend...you owe me ten fold."

The man before me was shaking after hearing those words leave my mouth. His eyes were locked with mine, while his eyes continued to widen in disbelief.

He was in complete shocking, barely managing to get any words out. "No way."

"What?

"What's wrong..? Don't tell me you can't pay up now?"

The man finally broke eye contact and looked down at his hands and slammed them onto the table. Shaking everything that had been placed with care before the game had started.

"No! I refuse to accept the fact that I fucking lost ten fold to an...an...ASSHOLE like you! You-You were fucking cheating I know it!!"

His gaze turned from me to the people who surround our table and began shouting at everyone he saw in sight. "Which one of you motherfuckers helped this shitbag!?!?!"

I began grinding my teeth as I watched this man get pissed over loosing.

What a nuisance.

One deep breath escaped my lips before I walked over towards the erotic man in an attempt to calm him down.

"No one here helped me in any way shape or form. You lost out due to your own ignorance. But on top of that you choose to take it out on the others here tonight?

"I hope you didn't forget that you went for broke, and, oh no, don't tell me you're croaked??

"Grave situations like this you can't sugar coat my friend. That's what you get. Now. If you don't pay up, then I'll break you leg."

"That's not fucking fair! There's no way!!! I FUCKING REFUSE TO GIVE YOU ANYTHING!"

"SO PAY OFF THE DEBT OR YOU'LL PAY WITH YOUR HEAD! AND IF YOU TRY TO ESCAPE ME THEN YOU'll END UP DEAD! YOU CANT COMPLAIN NOW BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU GET! THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR BEING GREEDY!"

He went silent.

I walked closer to his face and whisper in his ear.  "You lost. There's nowhere to run, nowhere to go. So I suggest you pay the money if you don't want to die tonight."

He fell to the ground accepting his inevitable fate. I watched his pathetic attempt to make some type of agreement. "I..I don't have the money on me right now. But please! Give me a week and I'll have it all! I swear!"

"Fine." I scoffed at his request but decided to show him mercy tonight. I wasn't in the mood to make things messy, not today at least, we already have the cops on our ass, no need to add to that.

"Now, get out of my sight."

He flinched at the sound of my voice, but quickly picked himself off the floor and ran out of my view.

"HA!"

A loud shout could be heard coming from the table beside me, which seemed to be causing a ruckus, I glanced over in curiosity. It was Kuroo and Kenma playing a game, similar to the game pitch, called Sixty three, against two middle aged men.

"The current total that has been placed by all four players is fifty six. Mr. Kozume it is now your turn. Please select your card and place it into the pile. But don't forget, you may also fold if you believe we have hit bust."

One of the men leaned back in his chair while staring intensively at Kenma, waiting to see his next move. "So what'll it be? Will you fold and have your team officially be out and see the REAL number? Or will you take the risk and potentially go bust? I mean there's a chance we've already hit bust! But who's to say!"