Self Beta polish done on this chap Dec. 2008.

Rated M because well it's Razer for Mar's sakes and they have bloody nasty mouths. ^^ Some hints of sexual content later and adult themes.

*Scheisse = 'shit' in German

Sorry the title isn't all that great. I had a hard time thinking of one.

Enjoy.



Chapter 1

"Hello Rayn, dear, I'm sure you are just delighted upon me leaving you my diary in my will. Here you will have access to all my unfinished plans and whereabouts on all the Krew assets. So, don't you worry eh, your good old father will make sure that you're a Crime Lord in no time."

Rayn leaned her chin lazily in her palm as she stared up at the hologram image of her father. He wasn't her real father. She guessed even a man such as him could grow lonely seeing that he probably was unable to attract a woman for company, so he adopted her instead.

Although she loved him as a daughter should love their father, she couldn't deny his despicable personality to match the rest of him. Still, through constructing plans with his greedy stubby hands full of orbs that his goons made for him, he still made sure to save the time to send her whatever she had wanted growing up. That's how he had sent her to a boarding school overseas most of her years - that's where the accent came from.

Even though boarding school was supposed to benefit her and take her away from the crime-infested streets, she only found herself in more trouble - just in a different country. Many of the girls were roughhouse types and through envy of the money they all knew she had, it was fairly easy for her to be picked as a target. They didn't get very far though, as she soon learned her way with sly words and negotiations, the very beginning traits that rubbed on her from her father.

Business to keep you alive and dangerously rich - that was how they lived.

Yet, with her father now gone, she was left behind his unfinished catastrophes to complete for him to ensure that the Krew powers did not perish as well as their wealth. She needed to keep stable control of Haven and the underground crime running behind blind eyes through several cities. Their business needed to expand and the few men that stood faithful to the Krew Dynasty even after his mysterious death wasn't enough. Father was too soft and it resulted in his fall. Somehow she knew she needed to change that attitude, but being new to taking over for her father, her control was already wavering.

Being so young and being a woman didn't help at all either. She didn't look or sound very intimidating and even though she had plenty of father's associates to help do her bidding, it was still going to be difficult to gain the trust of Mizo's goons along with the other Crime Lords. The race was already turning out pretty well with her father's poison plan on Jak's crew so the championship was probably as good as in their hands.

What worried her were the things that no one else could do for her. Money wouldn't help her and without anyone to really trust, it would be hard to get the guts to walk on into the Bloody Hook and say she was taking over the joint after Mizo would be dealt with.

Her eyes rolled at the thought of every thug laughing their behinds off at the British woman demanding power and what startled her the most was if they'd throw some knives at her afterwards. After all, she was their enemy - for now.

She needed to find a way to be the boss and have them be faithful to her. It would be hard. She wasn't looking forward to it.

Suddenly the vibration of her cell phone inside of her jacket shook her from her daze. She looked around twice in her private lounge area, habit, before she calmly flipped the phone open to her ear.

"Yes?"

"Boss, we just received news that Jak's car was sabotaged during the last race. He still managed to win, but this could be troublesome. We suspect that it's Mizo's driver Razer, due to the fact that he suffered a loss by us in the last round."

"I see, well as long as we won the race, all is fine. I'm sure Jak's little mechanic is checking it out anyway, but feel free to give them a hand."

"Yes ma'am, right away."

The line was cut and she put the phone back in her pocket. Staring around the large room, topped with traditional moldings along the high ceilings and elegant wallpaper, the beauty of the room didn't ease her mind. This room would light up the eyes of any commoner, but since she was used to this kind of luxury, it wasn't nice to look at anymore. She stretched her arms out and yawned rather uncomfortably and unladylike. The heavy wooden chair just seemed to make her bones ache.

"Damn it, what's the point of having such expensive bloody chairs if they don't feel right?"

She groaned to herself, shaking her head at the mess that she was now drowning in and couldn't get out of. It was enough that Mizo's true identity was still unclear despite her constant efforts and Haven's governor always had her guns at her face, now she had to deal with all her other problems.

"Oh, father why? Why couldn't you have adopted a sibling to offer me a hand? Perhaps, a brother would've been of some use."

With her hopeless face still buried in her hand, she reached out to press the data pad onto the continuation of that diary entry.

"Now sweetie, I know you're probably having a bit of trouble. Well, I have just the man we can use and I'm sure with the leverage I'm about to give you; you can persuade him easily, eh? I did some research so I know some of his weaknesses and I'm sure with such a wonderful face such as yours, it shouldn't be too hard."

Oh, no father, what will you have me do now?

"You have to be a bit careful around him, eh? I hear he's very deadly if you press his buttons the wrong way, but don't worry about that right now. He fancies the races, good wine and women along with a side of blood lust. He goes by the name of Razer and you could usually find him by that shabby old bar, what is it? The Bloody Hook…"

The rest of his words were drowned out as Rayn's eyes widened in shock. Her palms slammed onto the heavy long meeting table.

"Father, I would never! That man is out to kill us! Jak just left him in the dust in the last race and now I'm supposed to negotiate with him? Really, what are you thinking?"

She rewinded the part she had missed because of her brief fit and listened on. Maybe this leverage would be helpful after all.

"Now if I'm not mistaken, he is Mizo's best henchman as well as racer. No one knows the tracks and the Kras City streets better than this man and I'm sure you have already crossed paths with him through the races-"

"Hmmph, paths. More like life and death…"

"I know he seems a bit - dangerous to meddle with, but I'm sure he will be the key to expanding the Krew Dynasty and no one else can do it except for none other than heir to me."

"Wonderful daddy, I feel so happy to have been nominated."

"Now as for that little bit of juicy leverage. I know you have always been fond of blackmail. Like father like daughter, eh? So, listen carefully…"

Now this…this had to be good.


Screeching tires announced her arrival as she parked her combat car in front of the Bloody Hook. It didn't seem to attract too much attention seeing that the sound was a familiar one around these parts. She didn't bother to change into her racing gear once she had reviewed the rest of that particular diary entry and figured the sooner she got it over with, the better.

Her slender leg stepping out from the car revealing a bit of creamy tinted flesh through the slit of her skirt seemed to arouse some men from their dazes though. Great. She needed to get these men to look at her like a menacing authority figure, not a sex object. Now here she was, stepping out into a hungry pack of hound dogs and she was the medium rare sirloin topped in A-1 steak sauce.

She tried not to cringe in disgust as she brought her other leg over and hoisted herself up out of the car. She straightened her skirt, ignoring the drooling sneers of the few thugs outside and trying to keep her tough demeanor.

Her shoulders stiffened and her brows furrowed in determination. She was ready to do this. She knew she had to do this alone. She just wished father hadn't recommended her going there during the night. He said there was a higher chance that she'd find him there but still, the darkness of the night hovering over a bar full of drunken criminals did not boost her confidence in completing this task.

Leverage. You have leverage. He can't touch you once you show him what you know.

She repeated the haunting mantra over and over in her head, reminding herself that she was perfectly safe from any groping hands and flying knives once she used the bit of information that her father provided her against Razer. This had to work. If it didn't, then the last heir to the Krew Dynasty would fall just as her father did. No…She refused to let that happen.

Clenching her fists, she slammed the doors open to the bar. The clatter of breaking glass bottles and grunts of laughter came to a halt at the new presence. Her eyes strained to stay open with the vapors of cigarette smoke clouding her vision. It was hard not to cough and tear at the disgusting smells surrounding the place, not that she had never been exposed to such odors before.

Scanning over the place with her eyes, she didn't spot the man she was looking for. She couldn't give up though, now that she was this far. A familiar orange haired man caught her eye sitting at the bar with a large mug foaming over in golden liquid. She felt the intensity of the eyes following her figure as her heels clicked on the wooden floor, walking towards Shiv.

Hands balled up and resting on her hips she stopped behind him. "I need to find Razer and I demand you to take me to him now."

Shiv almost spit out the beer in his cheeks before he chugged the mouthful down his throat with a cocky grin. His ripped ears and strange tattoo over his eye didn't seem to make him look any friendlier.

Slowly he spun around. He set aside his mug, glancing over her body before bringing his approving gaze back to her face.

"I think you're in the wrong place to be demanding things like that, little lady. You could get hurt."

She tried not to choke on the lump forming in her throat. Great. Already she was making a fool of herself. Eyes were still on her, grinning at the way she stomped her demands in the middle of a crowd of her enemies.

"Not according to my information. I'm in the right place, thank you very much, and if you don't want any more trouble, I suggest you keep your conniving threats to yourself before-."

His scoffed another laugh as he gulped down the last of his beer and stood up in front of her. "Or else what?"

His grin only made her want to scratch it right off his mouth. Disgusting.

"Mizo won't be in power long and soon enough, I'll be taking over this city. I'd watch myself if I were you."

With that, all the men in the bar laughed along with Shiv, just as she had imagined. Even the few women tattooed and missing teeth laughed at her as well. The only thing she needed was the knives. Please…no knives.

"So, let me get this straight. You think you can just walk up in here and order us around when Mizo's still alive with a death warrant wearing your name on it?"

She was speechless. She was running out of those tough words she replayed in her mind. The leverage she had was only for Razer so what could she use on these guys?

Hopeless. Hopeless and fatal.

Shiv's damp arm, perspiring through his shirt draped over her shoulder before she smelled his hot liquor coated breath near her face.

"I'll tell you what, Krew's girl. You come to the back with me and maybe I'll tell you what you need to know after a little - persuasion"

Rayn's eyes widened at the realization of what this "persuasion" was. Precursors, she'd rather die than have to go to the back with this- this pompous, smelly fool.

She threw his hand off of her before somehow getting the guts to spit at his face. Just as soon as the spit flew from her lips, her eyes widened and she instantly regretted it.

Bad move. Very bad move.

Shiv wiped the spit from his cheek, an angry expression evident on his face. "Now, you listen here. You're going to pay for that and you don't have your little Eco friend to come and save you this time."

All she heard was his knuckles begin to crack as she slowly backed away from him. She knew she wouldn't be able to reach the doors on time. There were too many men to outrun. Right now they all looked mighty angry with her.

Her eyes winced, preparing herself for what would happen next until two strong hands harshly pulled on her shoulders. She gasped in surprise and fear as the stranger hoisted her up over his shoulder and out the back door of the bar.

So much for doing a better job than my father…


She pictured a nice strong gentleman was nice enough to save her from hells wrath and would carry her to safety or maybe it was Jak making his perfectly timed hero appearances. Then the thugs would follow and he'd protect her while they all got their behinds kicked. That would prove she wasn't to be messed with. She couldn't have been more wrong.

There was no charming hero or safe guide back to her vehicle. Instead, she felt the cold bricks of the back alleyway meet up with her shoulder blades with a hard and painful thud.

"*Scheisse! What do you think you're doing you stupid wench?"

His thin lips curled in disgust and his hot nicotine breath burned her eyes. Her eyes stood wide up at her err…rescuer and her lips were sealed with stunned silence. Wait, did he just call her a stupid-

"Stupid wench! I went in there to discuss some business and in search of you, you cocky bastard!"

He gave her shoulders a light thrust back into the wall before he released her. Pale fingers ran through his shiny, sleek, black hair. It was dark in the alley and a bit hard to see, but by the red and blue trench coat and his sharp words, she knew it was him.

Leaning against the wall beside her, she saw his eyes glow against the orange light from his cigarette. Placing the lighter back in his front pocket and inhaling his fix deeply, he pulled the cigarette away from his lips. He offered her the cigarette tucked behind his ear, but the cringe of her lips answered and provoked a side smile on the man as he smugly put it back behind his ear.

"What business do you have here with me? In case you haven't noticed, we're not on the same side, my dear."

First she was a wench, now she was my dear. What a way with words this man had.

Clearing her throat and fixing her skirt, she managed to look powerful again despite the previous embarrassment.

"As you can already tell, my team is only getting closer to winning the Grand Prix for the Championship. I can already see your frustration with Jak's car being sabotaged earlier this afternoon-."

Razer's soft laughter cut her off. "Hmm, hmm, you think that I did that? Sorry to burst your bubble, but that wasn't me. I have a rather- more confronting way of killing my enemies."

He twirled the cigarette in his fingers like a plaything as she gulped nervously. That must've been what their lives were to him - playthings.

"Y-you didn't then- then who did?"

Razer stood quiet. After a long moment, Rayn cleared her throat loudly.

"I'm asking you who did do it, Razer?"

Within the blink of an eye, his cigarette was rolling onto the concrete and his body was in front of hers, arms straddling her against the wall. The back of her head pressed against the wall, her dark grayish blue hair slowly unwinding from its neat braided bun on top of her head.

"Watch how you say things to me. You're lucky you're even here in one piece. The only way you can walk in and out of this bar unharmed is if you're one of the racers or you're here to serve - other purposes."

Rayn gave him a confused look and he turned to eye a group of women deeper into the alleyway. Dressed in revealing, leathery clothing and far too much makeup, they smoked their cigarettes. One of the women with big puffy red hair noticed Razer's eye on them and blew him a kiss, earning giggles from the rest.

Prostitutes…

"Now I'm sure you don't want to be in that position so if I were you, I'd mind my manners, especially around me. I may have been inclined to pull you out of the bar, but that can be easily reversed."

"Why were you inclined to pull me out of there, Razer? Why didn't you just take part with them?" There she goes again, using his name that way and pushing her limits.

He was silent before pulling away again, "I guess you could say, I have a weakness for women. As far as taking part, it's not in my ways. If I'm going to have a woman, it's because she wants me. I deal with my women and my enemies quite differently."

"But I am you're enemy."

"Are you sure it's wise to present that fact after what I just said. Take advantage of my charm before it runs dry, hmm, hmm."

She stomped on the ground, remembering her whole purpose for coming out here in the first place. "Listen, I'd like to make a negotiation with you if you will."

"Intriguing…go on," his foot snuffed out the cigarette he had dropped earlier as he listened.

"With Mizo's rule over this city coming to an end, I was thinking it would be in your benefit to join me now and help me finish him off sooner. We all know he's going to fall eventually."

Razer cracked an arrogant smile, revealing his perfectly straight white teeth. How they were so white with his oral fixation on nicotine was a mystery.

"Don't be so sure. And what makes you think that joining forces with you would prove beneficial to me? You can't even walk in and out of the bar by yourself and you believe that I would see some benefit in siding with you? Pardon me, but I'd rather be unemployed after Mizo's demise."

"That's just it. We can help one another. All you know is a life of crime and we can both rise to power together by combining our intelligence."

Razer said nothing as he turned his back to her, walking away with a wave. She ran after him. She had no choice. She had to use it. The leverage.

"Razer I know! I know what Mizo has on you! I know what he had taken from yo-"

When her father said that this inside information was going to undoubtly persuade Razer on her side and keep her safe from his harm, he must've been kidding. It must've been a joke he failed to mention later in his entry. This so-called leverage did nothing, but piss him off.

"Be grateful that I pulled you out of the bar, but don't think that because I fancy women that I won't put my knife against your throat for prying into business that isn't your own! You want to take over these streets and you can't even survive in them. You have a lot to learn, Krew, a lot to learn…"

He lashed the last of his words at her as he continued to walk away from her. She watched, trembling and stunned at his words spat out at her. His figure vanished into the city streets and she decided it would be wise to follow instead of standing helplessly in a dark alley accompanied by prostitutes.

By the time she had ran to the front of the bar, he was gone. Without another moment of hesitation she jumped into the safety of her vehicle.

She shook her head as she drove away in defeat. Father was right about this man. He was cold and dangerously deadly when meddled with the wrong way. However she couldn't give up yet. She knew it would be difficult to convince him, but still there had to be a way.

There had to be a way to bring him to her side, whether by choice or by force.


Oooh Razer's a bit mean but what can you expect from such a dangerous guy such as himself. Gotta love him. So will Rayn be able to convince him to side with her? What's this leverage of hers about what Mizo has on him? Stay tuned to find out.