BIG PYRAMID MUGGING// Wilbur X reader

51

"Okay," you took a bite from your burger. "Where did you learn to drive this way?" You asked.

Nick hummed and swallowed the bite. "What do you mean?"

"I mean like, was this what you did before coming here?" You asked.

"Oh, yeah. Back in Texas, I was a street racer. Obviously that didn't reach a very good reputation, so I moved up to Detroit, where I became a Nascar driver."

"Nascar? Damn you really dove right in huh."

You had no idea what Nascar was

"You don't know what it is, right?"

"Not a single clue." You laughed.

"It's kinda like formula one, but with cooler cars." He said and took a bite from his burger.

"Still didn't answer my question."

"What?"

"Where did you learn to drive this way?"

"Oh yeah. I had a great teacher. They live in Detroit. Five time Nascar champion."

"Really? Got lucky."

"They're my partner. I rarely visit them sadly. Work kept me here. But when I get the chance to go back, I'll introduce you." He said.

"No need. I'll just search 'em up on Google or something." You said.
Silence came after that. You munched away on your burger while watching people pass by. This was all new information about Nick, had to process that someway. Clay told you before that he was into cars, you just didn't know how into he was into them.

"What about you?" Nick asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Like, what did you do before you got here?"

"I thought you knew that." You said and took the last bite of your burger.

"I got here in the middle of your investigation. I only know the grave robbing part." He said.

"Oh?" You thought about it for a second. What did you do other than rob graves. "Right... I was a gunsmith."

"What?"

"Yeah! I worked with cartel from the ripe age of seventeen until I was twenty."

"You are not that old."

"I'm as old as Wilbur.

"So what cartel?"

"Mexican. My dad had connections, and while he thought me how to rob graves, he gave me a job at a cartel business. I fixed their shotguns and rifles. It's not much special. Your old job is way cooler." You said.

"Are you kidding? I think working with cartel is really cool. They usually don't ask outsiders to fix their weapons. You smuggled drugs too?"

"You freakishly know a lot about cartels." You said. "But yeah."

"It was a good guess." Nick said. "And I had an encounter with them in El Paso." He said.

"What kind?"

"Not good." He sighed. "They took one of my old highschool friends hostage, and shot him."

"Oh shit. Sorry about that." You said.

"Not your fault. I don't have the best experience with them that's for sure." Nick said.

"I ain't like that." You said. "I have more dignity to take a man hostage and shoot him over some drugs." You said.

"Drugs took over a lot of Mexican cities. I had a couple missions down there. It's like a goldmine for dealers and druggies." Nick said.

"It was never really about the drugs." You said. "These dealers needed the money. They'd kill for a couple bucks. Cartel is not a cool place. At least not always." You said.

The race was cool. You and Nick chatted for a while after, before and throughout it too. You haven't had a nice talk with anyone in a while. So this felt nice.

You got your mind off of Will, and everyone else too. You felt happy for the first time in a while.

"That's it?"

"Yeah. Didn't do much after that. Just grave robbing. It runs in the family you know." You said.

"Your dad's like famous."

"For the wrong reasons. To be honest, I wish he was at least sensible enough to stay in jail. But he can't sit still for thirty years apparently." You said.

"He got thirty years?"

"Would've gotten more, but most of the murder cases and attempted terrorist attacks they don't know about."

"What about your mom?"

"Not in the picture. She does the same shit though. Just in a less aggressive way. Me and my dad were the ones who really took along the legacy." You said.

"Right. And your siblings?"

"Schlatt is a pushover, Cara is a sociopath, and Ant... He's Ant. Can't say much about him." You said. "They're not the brightest."

"Schlatt seems smart." He said.

"Did he tell you to say that?" You laughed.

"No, I just think he's clever." Nick said.

"If you ever met him, and knew him long enough, you'll know, he's not only one of the dumbest people you'll ever meet, he won't leave you alone about it." You said.

Schlatt was a somewhat good person, he didn't want to become like your dad, so he chose something that was further away from yours and your dad's job. Jonathan was just as stupid as any of you, and he was proud of it.

But he was the only sibling you actually communicated with. The other two were mad at you, or they think you are mad at them.

"You have any siblings?" You asked.

"Yeah. Two younger sisters." He said.

"Oh, you're the oldest too?" You asked.

"Sadly. But my parents don't care about what I do this way. They haven't called me in two years." Nick said.

Makes sense, you were the oldest, your parents cared more about the Cara and Ant, so you and Schlatt were really put aside. The last couple years you spent at your dad's house, he forgot your birthday, and only got Christmas presents for the two younger ones.

It's a shame, you would've had a very good relationship with your father if he actually cared about what you do. But he never did, probably never will. Not that it mattered. He was just a shitty junkie.

Nick's phone buzzed. He quickly took it out and looked at the text. His face changed at an instance. He smiled and looked up at you.

"They're home." He said.