Last chap everyone. Enjoy.

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Chapter 15

"What the fu-"

Razer cursed as his Havoc skidded, tires burning around the tight street corner. Streams of smoke trailed behind his raging wheels, headlights flashing with warning. His vehicle became an animal. Roaring its power through the city of Kras to make its presence known to all. Razer's legend as a racer was not at all exaggerated.

The night grew silent, the stars being the only witness to what was happening down below. His engine rumbled. Razer gripped the steering wheel. Knuckles were white and his heart beat with anticipation, with adrenaline.

His eyes shifted down the streets, squinting at the suspicious shadows growing and nearing him. The alleys were dark, and the cold breeze was unmerciful. These cowards had waited until he reached a remote area to attack him. The thought brought a sadistic smile to his face. It only gave him more room to rage across the roads and introduce them to their demise.

Headlights brightened over the horizon and smoke fogged over the vehicles. There had to have been a good five or six of them. Razer spat out the cigarette in his mouth to turn back to the drivers now facing him.

Faster than the blink of an eye, Razer yanked his gears, shifting his vehicle into a sharp turn that led him back on the road ahead. The engines and missiles sounding behind him alerted that they were close behind.

Streams of lights crossed the skies, aiming their ugly heads at his vehicle and one by one he managed to avoid them. Razer shook his head, tapping the gauge beside his steering wheel. The race earlier had sucked up most of his Blue Eco supply.

Just then, two vehicles clamped his Havoc between the both of them. Sparks stung his cheeks as their steel grinded against his side doors. With a furious howl, he reached into his glove compartment and grabbed his pistol. Unlocking the safety, his first shots rang across his enemies, successfully pulling one critically injured driver into hell after he drove off into a deep ditch.

The other driver backed off with caution, managing to escape Razer's intent to shoot them in the head. The other drivers were catching up. His fist stomped against levers and buttons, releasing Red Eco mines and oil onto the concrete behind him. Flames heating his back caused Razer to nod with satisfaction.

There were a lot of them, but he could deal with them. At least, he could deal with them enough to survive. He could've easily disposed of them in seconds if it hadn't been for the fact that he had used his Super Novas for the race earlier. It also wouldn't be too long before his vehicle slowed down once his Blue Eco ran out.

"Damn it! What the hell is going on here, you twits!" Razer grabbed for his radio, questioning the men with the obvious intent to get rid of him.

A familiar, robotic voice sounded on the other end. One that only made him grow even more furious. His ears grew hot at the sound.

"UR-86! You're supposed to be under my command! What the hell are you doing? And what are you doing alive?"

The voice could barely respond. Last he knew, Jak had a hand in blowing the android to bits, not much of a deadly racer left afterwards. Razer hadn't stuck around much to find out what had become of UR's scraps but now it seemed that someone had modified him. Horribly modified him, but enough to control the robot and get it to kill him.

"You miserable bag of bolts, I knew I should've never trusted anything that wasn't human!"

Razer was just about to throw his radio out of the car in his anger before another voice answered for the impaired robot. "It's an order, Razer".

"An order?" He snatched the radio receiver back up, wincing at the voice because once again it was familiar, but this time he couldn't quite recognize it. "Is this- Cutter, you idiot!"

The voice laughed on the other end, "So you haven't forgotten me, Razer? I'm sure you haven't forgotten when you left me for dead".

Razer grinned with amusement, "How could I forget something that was so much fun for me?"

As planned, this only set Cutter off into a barrage of curses over the radio. Razer continued to drive, Cutter's voice yelling beside his seat.

Razer was finding Cutter's rambling entertaining until the line went dead. For a moment, he thought Cutter had tired himself out and finally shut his trap. It wasn't until he heard his laughter on the other line that Razer eyed the radio receiver. Had he gone mad?

"It's all right, Razer. I'm glad you find this so amusing because it was under Krew's orders that we dispose of you".

An explosion branched off into a fiery circle that Razer quickly drove through before his Havoc could catch too much damage. Already the rubber on his tires were beginning to wear. Fate was not siding with him. That bastard called fate.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

Cutter laughed again, his voice becoming clearer, signaling that his vehicle was closing in on his Havoc. "You heard me, Razer. By order of the new Crime Lord of Kras, Rayn Krew has ordered that we rid the city of your despicable presence".

Cutter had said that so smoothly, like a glass of milk down his throat. Razer clenched his teeth, picturing what that piece of wood must've looked like in his driver's seat, so amused with him. Salt spread in his mouth, the taste of his own blood as he bit on his bottom lip in anger.

Razer's eyes went wild. His dark hair disheveled and looking at the road differently from the way he was looking at it moments ago. There was once a time when he had transformed in a way such as this. The night when his sister had died, he just wanted to destroy the world and all those that took it from him.

That Razer was back and as his eyes flared at his soon to be victims, one spiteful thought passed through his mind.

Rayn, I'm going to kill you for this…

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"What is the meaning of this, Lucien?" Rayn hissed through her tightened jaw.

Slick fingers curled their way to the pit of her stomach where her juices were churning from the dangerous predicament she now found herself in. All the other men in the room watched. They had the least influence amongst them and knew they needed a leader that would maintain their slimy ways of life. It was painfully obvious that they didn't care whether it was her or Lucien that would lead them. Or rather, they may have preferred Lucien, since he was a man. Still, his funds would eventually run out and without money, you were nothing.

She was helpless. Neither her toned legs nor her glossy hair could rescue her with this one. Her hands shook. She attempted to reach for her pistol buried within the hem of her pants but realized she was doomed when she felt frozen fingers grip her hand away from her waist.

"I don't think you'll be using that, Ms. Krew" He shushed her nervous whimper as he slid his fingertips under the end of her blouse. Lingering his touch a bit too long for her liking she cringed, but knew she could do nothing about it. The gun stabbing her skull from behind reminded her of that.

With a satisfied grin crossing his features, he spread his fingers along the hem of her pants until he came in contact with her pistol. It took every ounce of effort for Rayn not to go spinning around and aiming her fist at his groin, willingly taking Ashelin's advice.

Her body ached from trying not to tremble, but she stood still.

Stay calm, Rayn. Stay calm. You can get out of this. Think. Think…

Rayn continued to chastise herself mentally until she realized that his grip around her waist had not been released. Did he have other plans in mind? She hoped to Mar that he didn't.

She winced at the pistol on her head, pinned against her harder. Lucien pried it into her, whispering threats into her ears that she tuned out from the growing cut now bleeding from his gun. Tears threatened to spill, but her last bit of pride kept her face straight and her eyes dry.

"You know, Ms Krew. I've always had some sort of- liking to you. Maybe there is a chance that we can put our differences aside and make this work, hmm?"

Her fists tightened, "Make this work, huh? I'd like to see how that's possible after you've threatened my life".

Lucien laughed behind her, his mustache twitching. "Well, if you're willing, I'll make my offer".

Rayn had no choice but to agree with a strained nod. His mustache came tickling against her earlobe. Her head turned away on instinct but the pistol pushing her skull again made her turn back. It hurt. Any further and she was sure he'd cut a hole in her head without needing any bullets.

Lucien's husky voice rumbled in her ear. "Become my cute, little wife and give me all that is yours".

She gagged on the vomit bubbling in the back of her throat. With a cough, she spat "I'd rather die".

Lucien laughed behind her. She could almost hear him smile. With his greasy tone itching along her neck again, he whispered…

"That- can be arranged…"

It was only a moment when she heard the clear echo of his safety unlock behind her head and what would soon be a bullet sounding.

All she saw afterwards- was her own blood.

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"Damn blood!" Razer cursed, one eye closed because of the new wound now leaking down his brow. It wasn't that deep of a cut, compared to the one in his bicep, anyway. A chunk of glass wedged itself in his arm and with a deep yelp, he was able to drive and pull it out at the same time.

Now he was getting frustrated. He got rid of all of them except for UR-86 and Cutter. They trailed behind him stubbornly. His Blue Eco had long run out. Now he was running on normal gas and wishful thinking.

He tried to occupy his mind with all the possible ways to get himself out of this with most of his limbs intact. His anger just continued to grow the more he thought about it. If it hadn't been for the race, for the Super Novas he had used, for the Eco he had used, for the woman he had let his guard down from, he wouldn't be having such difficulty with something that he would've easily handled had it been different. It pissed him off. Beyond pissed him off.

The only thing that flashed through his mind was her face. So innocent and so meek she was, and to think he handed her the rope to hang him with earlier today.

It only fed his will to survive. He wanted to see her. He wanted to pay her back ten-fold. He wanted to- to-

"Boss, you still in one piece?"

Razer's thoughts were interrupted by someone new over the radio. Thankfully he hadn't thrown it out of the car yet. "What the hell do you want? I'm kind of busy at the moment".

Shiv's voice on the other end stood firm, although he could sense his amusement. It was rare to see Razer lose his suave persona. Right now he wasn't the smooth glider who graced ladies so easily on his arm. Right now he was mad, animalistic and hungry for the blood of his enemies.

"I'll get you a new pack after this is over with," Edje promised as their vehicles appeared on the road as though spawned by magic. From nothing they showed up. To help him? He had no idea why. There was no such thing as friendships in a business like theirs. Only loyalty, but that was rare.

"Sorry we're late, boss," Shiv yelled over his windshield as they drove behind Razer's Havoc. Well, at least some people favored him…

"We'll try to hold them off!" Edje yelled, blocking their two enemies closing in from behind in attempt to get near Razer.

"I don't need any help! I'm fine on my own! Aren't you under her orders anyway?" Razer advised. Even close to death, his pride would let him die.

Shiv shook his head, "We couldn't let you have all the fun, Razer. As for the little Krew girl, I'd much rather follow you".

Razer released a haughty laugh. Follow him? Hah! That was all he needed. Some fan boy minions who'd trail behind his legend like puppies.

Bullets ricocheted off Razer's back bumper, Shiv and Edje ducking their heads behind. Quickly they swerved, sending their vehicles in 180's, firing shots back at Cutter and UR-86.

It was wild fire on the roads. Signs splattering across the dirt, tires staining the floors, branches catching onto their flames. Distracted by Edje and Shiv, Cutter and UR-86 soon fell behind.

With a determined look on his face, Razer hit the gas at full throttle. This was his chance to get away from them. At this range, he could use his last two missiles to damage them just enough to stop the chase. Then he'd deal with them outside the car. He knew for sure they were no match against him face to face, wounded arm or not.

Just as he felt relief spread over him and was sure his plan would fall into place, his heart stopped. His gauges went haywire, flashing and signaling that danger was coming.

If they were any birds in the sky or if the sound of screeching tires were still close to him, he ceased to hear it in that very moment. The world grew mute when he realized what was coming.

Maybe he had used his Super Novas, but it seemed that they had saved one just for him…

His Havoc spun around in hopes that he could somehow escape the deadly blow and drive back in their direction. It would hit whoever was facing farthest down the road and if only he could drive past one of them… He knew he wouldn't have had the time.

The target was locked and it would only be seconds before the Nova was launched. This was it. The end of his legend. He swore in what would be his last breath that he'd haunt them for the rest of his afterlife.

Eyes winced at the oncoming vehicles flying towards him. Shiv and Edje shared a look of panic. They knew there was nothing they could do at that distance.

If fate somehow harbored pity for him, it showed at that moment. All his life, fate had toyed with him, taken what was precious to him. Maybe fate had decided to turn over a new leaf because he never expected what it was about to hand to him.

A fragile, feminine figure ran out into the middle of the road. It was only a few seconds, he was sure, but it all happened as if the world had stopped just for her.

With her legs apart and her stance determined, her pistol fired straight ahead. He heard Cutter's cry over his radio and he watched in awe as Cutter spun out of control. Spinning and rolling over, she continued to shoot without mercy, without a second thought.

He had never seen this in her before. So cold, so blood thirsty. Without a single twitch, she walked ahead calmly; continuing to fire until Cutter's vehicle had transformed into a fiery abyss which no one could've survived. UR-86 helplessly tried to escape the deadly trap, but it was too late. The android had been caught in her sadistic gaze.

She reloaded and more shots fired. Sparking off the steel of his armor at first until wires began to pluck out and his car was also sent to the same fate Cutter had suffered. Fire hailed into the darkness. Clouds seemed to spread at her arrival. She didn't turn to him. She didn't move.

All he could make out was the heavy rise and fall of her shoulders. Her clothing was tattered and the hand gripping the pistol, he was sure was trembling.

Razer shook his head and before Shiv and Edje could react to what was happening, Razer reversed and began driving away. With a heavy sigh, he drove off, leaving the fire and his burdens behind.

Rayn finally had the courage to turn around. Honestly, she had no idea what came over her. From the throbbing pain in the back of her head and her blurry vision, she had no idea where such accuracy came from when she shot. She had no idea where these guts came from, as if she had made friends with death and owned it.

Her legs were locked in place and now that it was over, she felt small again. Her world was turned upside down once more. Now staring at the fire burning the carcasses of her enemies, her emotions threatened to overwhelm her.

She turned to look down the road. She hoped to see him there, to see his face. She hoped that image of him would ease this feeling she was having. But he wasn't there anymore; his Havoc was now nothing but a speck dissolving down the road.

Her gun fell to the concrete and her shoulders shook. She was exhausted. Mentally and physically and there would be no warmth to greet her afterwards.

She gripped her injured shoulder from her escape with death earlier and tried to pay no mind to the aching wound in the back of her head. Right now, her head was throbbing from other things. She chewed on her lip to avoid the cry that wanted to make her mouth quiver. Where was he going? Was he ever coming back? Had he really thought she had meant to kill him? Well, yes, at one time she did, but things were different now, weren't they? Would he see it that way?

She hadn't realized her surroundings too well because Shiv and Edje's presence surprised her enough to make her jump a bit. She gasped but then relaxed as she saw they had meant no harm. A look of sympathy passed across their criminal ridden eyes. Had they seen it too? That she hadn't meant for this to happen?

"Is he ever coming back?" She questioned with a broken whisper. She was afraid of the answer but she had to know.

Shiv shook his head, "I dunno, Krew girl. I really don't know".

His head continued to shake as he hopped back into his vehicle and slowly drove on ahead. Edje lingered a moment to glance at the woman standing helplessly in the middle of some unnamed highway.

"It's a shame to have him go like that. Just isn't right, ya know?"

Rayn nodded in defeat. When she once thought criminals and murderers were just sick aliens who weren't people, she took back that stereotype when she felt Edje shake her shoulder.

"Well he shouldn't be too far off. It wouldn't be wise to let a driver like him go to waste. What's a good Crime Lord without good drivers on her team?"

A newfound hope blossomed inside her. She almost beamed. "Yes, you're right. It won't benefit the business at all if I don't know his whereabouts".

She watched as Edje followed Shiv and they disappeared. He was right. Razer couldn't have gone that far. She had to find him. The problem was where would she start?

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The first place she went to was the only place she knew of. She passed the Bloody Hook and the streets marked for the Kras races on the way. Nothing. When she finally arrived at his loft, there was no sign of him either, but there had to be a clue inside.

She was disappointed to find the door locked and the spare key had been removed. Tapping her chin for a moment's thought, she made her way out back where she had found the broken window he had yet to fix from the assassin's break in.

With some agonizing effort and another scrape on her knee, she was able to crawl into his loft. Upon landing, the atmosphere felt awkward. Sun was beginning to stream in through the windows from a new day, reflecting against furniture that had looked touched by a spirit who had vanished without explanation. His drinking mug was still on the coffee table, a ring of moisture around where it sat. She was sure if she looked inside, there might've been a drop or two of coffee still in it.

She observed his refrigerator; only a pint of orange juice and some random items were in the door. A newspaper lay flat on the kitchen counter, open on the article written about the Championship race before it began. Rayn sighed. Running her fingers along the edges of everything she passed, she could almost see him still there.

Passing his bathroom on the main floor, there was still clothing in the hamper. She was sure if she'd grab one of his towels, they would have his strong, yet comforting smell on it. She resisted the urge to grab one and bring it to her cheek to indulge in his scent. It made her eyes burn. His presence was all over his home but he felt so far.

She stepped up the spiral staircase to his bedroom. His sheets were ruffled from waking up the previous morning. She silently wondered what it would've been like up waking up in that same bed as him. Under the black and gray quilt, wrapped in his embrace. She could almost see his routine.

He had gotten up, groggily and irritated she imagined, before making his way to his private bathroom across his bedroom. He probably dragged himself into the shower first to wake him up, running his thick fingers through his long black hair. With a towel draped around his waist and one around his neck like the day she had caught him out of the shower, he'd brush his teeth with that blue toothbrush and examine his stubble in the mirror before a moment's shave. There was still a blob or two of shaving cream on the sink's porcelain. Most likely he had set his coffee to brew, black and pure, before he went to dress and returned to the newspaper in the kitchen. It must've been quiet, peaceful, and maybe even slightly lonesome.

If she were there, would his mornings be different? Would he stay in bed longer and would there be coffee brewing for two because he knew just how she liked it? Perhaps they would lean against the kitchen counter together, her leaning on his shoulder still sleepy as she read the newspaper along with him. He'd be wide-awake already and tease that such a powerful woman should be able to wake up without a fuss. Then she'd get angry, stomp her foot before she'd give him a lazy smile. Razer would shake his head at her, amused by her as always and she wouldn't complain.

It was such a nice mental picture…

Rayn sat on the edge of his bed, rubbing her temples impatiently. Her head was beginning to spin from her lack of rest, possibly lack of blood from her head injury. She pondered the odds of suffering from a mild concussion. Her shoulder sagged lazily; crimson marked the burn from her shoulder blade over toward her bosom.

Would he ever come back here? Somehow she found it unlikely since he had originally packed to go elsewhere. Those boxes and suitcases were probably with him in his Havoc right now.

Finding the strength to pull herself away from the upstairs rooms, she decided to head to his garage through the laundry room. Of course she had never seen so much of his loft but with most homes, you can guess more or less where all the rooms were. She turned the knob to what had to be his garage and her eyes widened with what she found.

Her jaw dropped in awe. She had expected an old, dusty wooden room with tools hanging from the walls. Instead she had found a modern showroom in where he probably tended to his vehicles. It was breath taking.

She had wondered why there weren't many photos or awards inside his loft and it was because they were all here. Shelves of golden Championship trophies lined along the walls protected by glass. Embroidered frames of all sizes speckled the room with awards, certificates, photos, and newspaper cut outs. It was like a Razer museum.

Two other Havocs, earlier versions and now classics were kept polished and up to date, parked across from each other in this large room. Skid marks on the floor showed where his newest vehicle had left this morning. Rayn ran to the walls, her hands pressed against the glass showcases like a child at the zoo. She knew Razer would kill her had he seen she was getting her fingerprints everywhere but she didn't care.

Records of his success went more than a decade back. Headlines read, 'A new mysterious driver on the Rise', 'Prince of the Roads', 'Flaming across tracks around the World'…his

Legacy was a great one. She saw his young face, when he was her age, beaming as he accepted his first winnings. Roses raining from the sky, he looked oddly familiar but nothing seemed to pinch her memory.

One frame caught her eye. Paired with a picture and a newspaper cutout, she realized it was where he had won his first Grand Prix Championship Race. Years ago, not many cities were willing to reserve their streets for the sport that wasn't as popular just yet so the tracks had been made in closed areas of stadium size. As the sport expanded, it was only then that drivers were able to skid along city streets with permission.

It was an old track, one outside of Kras that was probably no longer used unless by amateurs who wanted some practice. There he was, waving to the newspaper photographers with a younger version of his signature grin. He stood next to the men giving him the trophy and what looked like a younger version of G.T. Blitz holding a microphone for Razer's comment. Little had people known back then that the cocky blond would turn out to be the biggest, baddest Crime Lord behind all of the winnings and people Like Razer.

Still, she chose to believe- or rather she knew- that Razer would've made it big with or without Mizo. That was why even Mizo feared him.

From the glowing, prideful expression on Razer's face, she smiled. She hoped to see that expression of his more often. It was sad that the life he lived would make such a wonderful expression fade. She vowed to bring it back.

Rayn made her decision. She had to find that track. Judging from the size of the frame and how it was the most centered in the room, this frame had to hold a special place for him. Maybe she'd find him there.

With a new spark of hope ignited, she ran out to fulfill her mission.

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The sun didn't do much for Razer's grogginess. It had been a long time since he remembered ever being this tired. The blood on his wounds had long dried into dark, crimson streams along his skin and the breeze put his pain at ease.

He wasn't a stranger to pain and therefore barely paid any mind to the tight bandages he had wrapped around his arm. The only thing that was irritating him was that he was on his last cigarette. At a time like this, he wished he had a brand new pack.

He had been here for a few hours, replaying the events of the past two months or so. Mostly replaying what looked like Rayn but couldn't possible be her, throwing herself head first into death's lair and shooting her victims mercilessly. Her accuracy while aiming her pistol at each of her victims were flawless and enough to even rival his skill.

He didn't really know how to feel about his situation. A part of him wanted to leave Kras as he planned. A part of him resisted for reasons he still denied to himself. He was angry, felt betrayed and at the same time, felt some of his pride had been taken. He tried to decipher his moments with the Krew girl, remembering their final moment before the race and wondered if she was genuine about what she felt. He wondered what it was that he felt and if he should even bother. At this point, the racer, the criminal and the man in him just wanted to be left alone.

With a heavy sigh, Razer sat against an old bleacher. They were rusted from the weather and lack of care. Only amateurs used this old track but it was one of his favorite spots for when he wanted to be away. At times he'd circle his Havoc on the dusty roads, reminiscing on the memories from years past. If he closed his eyes hard enough, he could see the flowers raining down from fans, hear their cheer as he made his mark in history.

Just as sleep was about to take him away, footsteps caught his attention. By how meek they were and cautious about approaching him, he already knew who it was. He kept his eyes closed.

He felt her presence freeze, unsure of her next move and sensed her fear. Out of pity, and not wanting to feel her stare on him any longer, he opened his eyes and stood up. He hadn't bothered to meet her gaze. Instead he slid his hands into his pockets and looked on ahead.

Rayn saw his jaw tighten. His eyes were cold. Was he angry with her? Was he wishing she'd walk away forever? Was he weighing his options on killing her? She couldn't tell.

It was strange. There were so many things she wanted to say to him and now that she was here in front of him, nothing came to mind. She almost wanted to throw herself into him but she knew the situation was too delicate for a move so daring.

"Razer, I-" Her words choked inside her throat.

A hand lifted and gestured that she not waste her time in explaining. He still didn't spare her a look into his eyes. An awkward pause passed between them and she felt ashamed. She felt like she deserved everything that was happening to her. She didn't blame him for being angry or even wanting to kill her now.

She had dazed out for a minute before she heard his blade switch open and he yanked her wrist to him. Shoving the blade into her hand, he placed it against his throat. His chin up and a frightening expression on his face, he threatened, "If you're going to kill me, at least have the decency to do it with your own hands!"

Rayn's lip quivered. Her eyes met his icy glare and it didn't soften for even a second. She tried to pull away, but he kept his painful grip on her hand, tightening around his blade. Did he still think she wanted to kill him? Was he testing her? Was he scolding her?

With a disgusted look, he threw her hand away and snatched back his weapon. "Coward…" he spat before resuming to his stiff position.

Rayn just stared, appalled and once again feeling small next to him. She turned away and tried not to look at his face. It was then she noticed the blood stained bandages around his arm. She reached out without thinking and he caught her hand.

"It's none of your concern," and once again, he discarded her like yesterday's trash.

Finally she lost it, "It's not what you think! This wasn't supposed to happen…" Her words weakened and faded. He didn't seem to heed her pleas.

Her shoulders shook with the sobs she was holding in. Her pride wouldn't let her, because whether or not she had Razer, she'd still be Crime Lord of Kras. She shouldn't shed emotion for such insignificant things.

Razer observed her as she stared at her feet. She had shrunk in his presence with shame. Her shoulders shook and her amber eyes trembled. This wasn't the way a woman who wanted to kill him should behave. Maybe, just maybe…

Just as Rayn was about to turn and walk away defeated, he pulled her by the arm. His grip on her was gentler, but she hadn't taken notice. Instead she hissed in pain because of the stretch in her sore shoulder. She thought he was going to scold her and lower her self-esteem some more, but she was wrong.

He didn't turn her to face him. Instead he leaned her back to his chest and his fingers went to string along the loose strands of blood clotted hair that led to a wound on the back of her skull. From the shape of the wound, it was from a pistol that was forced against her.

Rayn felt her cheeks flush and tears finally escaped the corners of her eyes when she felt her head sting at his touch. He whispered in a deep and solemn tone, "Who did this to you?"

Rayn shook her head and responded, "I don't want to talk about it right now".

She heard some movement and then felt soft comfort as she felt his fingers wrapping white gauze around her head and shoulder to cover her wounds. It must've been left over from the injuries he had tended to on himself. She felt like a child, letting him care for her bruises while she sobbed inwardly. Finally she discarded her remaining pride and spun around to bury herself against his chest.

He was taken back by the gesture but did not reject it. Razer stood there motionless, unsure of what to do and if this was what he wanted to do. He felt her weight sinking into him and the moisture from her muffled cries. By the redness in her eyes when she first showed up, she must've been exhausted.

His hands itched until he could take it no longer. He lifted his arms slowly and painfully to hold her against him. This only encouraged her sobs and he allowed it. Soon they sank back on the bleachers, sitting by each other as she fell into him. It wasn't very long until they had both fallen into deep sleep.

When Rayn opened her eyes again, the throbbing in her head made her groan. It took her a moment to realize that she was still in Razer's embrace. He was already awake and the sky above them was growing gloomier. His coat was draped over her curves folded into him. She didn't move in fear of losing the warmth.

Rayn looked up from his chest, admiring the strong curve in his pale jaw, shaded in stubble. His emerald eyes glowed in the simmering sunlight despite the dark bags beginning to sag beneath them and his solemn expression drew her in. Above his brow was a thin slash that could've been anything from a flying piece of steel scratching him to glass shattered against his face. Beneath her ear was the steady heartbeat that she was sure was racing hours ago.

All of a sudden, everything caught up with her. Everything that happened and what was happening right now, it all overwhelmed her. She clawed his shirt feeling her vision blurring again, pulling herself closer to his safe hold.

"I thought- you were never coming back," she whispered.

He didn't look down at her. Looking ahead, smooth and deep, he replied, "It was a thought…"

Rayn shook her head, marvelling at the bandages on his arm, freely running her fingers along the edges. It was the same arm he had scarred from the barbwire years ago. She wondered what it was that caused this injury. Injuries that were her fault and, had she thought things through and planned accordingly, injuries that could've been prevented.

"Is it still a thought?"

Razer tipped his head to the side, lips pulling into his cheek as he meditated on the question. "Hmm. Possibly".

He was keeping his answers short and vague. His pride was still intact and it would be difficult to unwind him. To his surprise, Rayn pulled herself up, reaching for his face.

Her hopeful eyes met his, pleading that he give her a better answer and all her regrets for what she did was written in her gaze. When he didn't answer right away, she pressed forward, bringing them into a soft kiss.

It was full of appreciation. Full of want and full of her pleas. He didn't bother to answer since he was a man of so few words when it came to things like this. Instead he responded by pressing his lips on her more fervently and leading the hands on his face to his neck instead.

As they drew apart, he asked, "How did you escape?"

She smiled, "The blades in my boots came in handy".

Razer tapped her chin with his fingertip, "I knew you were a clever girl. I have to say, I was impressed with your aim with pistols. I'd like to see more of your weapon skills in the future, although hand guns are not in my top preferences".

"And that you will - if I get a proper tour of the showroom in your loft". He spun to her with a surprised look and she turned away shyly. "I may have taken a peek in there".

"May have? And I suppose you thought I'd be at this stadium from pure instinct?"

"Of course," She teased, folding her arms confidently.

Razer shook his head at her. His black hair was messy, strands falling lazily over his eyes. She didn't hesitate in brushing them away. Little by little, she was growing more comfortable with the knife-wielding death racer and she rather liked his slightly intimidating presence. It made her blood hot.

With new second long thoughts that flashed through her mind and the heat in her cheeks, Razer took notice of her sudden uncomfortable expression. It only inspired him to tease her more as he brought his breath to her neck, "You're sources must've been very reliable. I do, in fact, have a weakness for women…"

She gasped delightfully, "Women? Is that the only reason you agreed to help me after you pinned me against a wall and gave me a death threat?"

"Not at all, milady. My taste is a bit more exquisite, so I wouldn't have aided just any woman. A Crime Lord in the making though, was too tempting to resist".

Her fingers curled along his chin. She felt her body tighten with new sensations from such a dangerous man wrapping around only her. It made her feel even mightier and more confident in her long reigning success over Kras. No one would be able to come against the both of them.

"So does that mean you'll call me boss from now on, Razer? Or should I say wife?"

Razer huffed a laugh. "Don't push it".

He sealed their deal, their lifelong contract and the beginning of the most prevailing duo in all of history with another kiss to her lips.

From then on, Kras would never be the same. A new legend and a new era had begun.

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Well, last chap sort of. There will be an epilogue because there are still questions left unanswered and I've done that on purpose. Look forward to it.

I love that scene with the 'Have the decency to kill me with your own hands' thing too. It's so kewl…I watch too many movies, but hey! It comes in handy.