River Of Flames

1: River's Problem

River

The engine of River's bike roared as he crossed the highway at 300km/h with three police cars behind him. The sirens wailed in his ears as sweat rolled down his shirtless torso.

It hadn't been his fault. It was theirs. The world was against him.

River Cassidy had always loved to play with fireworks and matches, and there was no way he'd foresight what happened that fatal night when he was smoking at the gas station.

He was a badass, and as such, smoking shirtless was a must. As he was filling his car with gas, the fumes ignited under the intense heat of his abs, engulfing his vehicle and burning his pants in the process.

However, as River ran away from his blazing ride, he remembered he had left his GF sleeping in the trunk, but unable to approach the scene again, he decided it was best to leave. Losing one girlfriend was a minor inconvenience when he had thirty others waiting in line for him.

But in the morning, as he washed his bike on the porch of his house, shirtless, he overheard sirens in the distance.

Instead of waiting to find out, River decided it was best to flee the scene before those pigs lay their dirty hands on his oily skin. He hopped on his bike and rode away, accelerating carelessly through the neighborhood.

After two hours, the cops began to vanish in the distance and RIver took a steep left turn toward his childhood house, where his half-brother Ander Herrera lived.

He parked on the grass and walked to the door.

DING DONG DING DONG

The door opened, and a scrawny guy with messy hair showed, yawning.

"How dare you snitch on me, bish?" River roared manlily.

"Sorry, big bro, but I was paid good money." He smiled and displayed a wad of bills. "I'll be able to buy that blow doll with 3232 positions and Windows 69."

"Is your brother life worth a blow doll?" River shook Ander violently, a dust cloud forming around him.

"Well, kind of yeah." He giggled.

"Hmpf!" River slammed Ander against the wall and began to walk away.

"Wait!" Ander shouted, dragging himself outside.

"You're not my brother." River smoked a cigar while the breeze brushed his silky dark brown hair. "But what do you want from me now?"

"Can I borrow 1000$?" Ander stood and adjusted his pink overalls. "I got some bitches over tonight and ran out of food."

River sighed and turned to his brother. "I'm not giving you anything unless you let me stay over for a few days. At least until the cops calm the fuck down."

Ander rolled his brown eyes and thought for a moment. "Only if you sleep outside on the grass because I'm not sharing my bed with you."

"How about the treehouse?"

"No." He shook his head. "That's where I keep my weed."

"I'm done with you." River walked to his bike and sat on it.

Ander ran to him. "Okay, how about this? If you pay all the bills and pay my hookers, I might let you to sleep on the couch. What do you say?"

"I hate the reek of weed," he said, blowing smoke on Ander's face. "But okay. Not like I have a choice now."

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