Last chap, for real this time.

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Epilogue:

Lucien stared blankly at the zeroes on the documents laid in front of him. The clock rang the hours rather loudly, ticking away every second as it plucked his patience.

His nose itched every time he thought too much. His mustache would follow with a twitch and the same vein would zigzag itself from the side of his brow.

With a frustrated sigh, he unclamped his tightened fists and brought his fingers to his temples. It was all her fault. Everything was her fault. She made sure to keep his funds limited ever since he had crossed the line with her only seven months ago. Those months felt like long, torturous years for him.

Elbows propped on his desk, he felt his collar choking around his neck. The pressure was unnerving. Making a living under that woman in Kras was hell. Well, it was for him anyway. He supposed he deserved it for jamming a gun into her head and attempting to kill her, which unfortunately for him, resulted in an unexpected surprise when a blade from her boot came kicking up into his knee cap.

It pained him to replay that crucial point in his life inside his overwrought mind. If only he hadn't been thinking of keeping his suit clean and avoiding a fresh coat of brains on his face, if only he hadn't given her that second's worth of time when he stepped back…She wouldn't have had the chance to dodge his shot that ended up grazing her shoulder instead.

Now here she was, ever since that day, gloating all over Kras City with her power while he struggled to get by with only a cane to keep him from staggering over whenever the stocks went up in her favor. The other Lords at their meetings fell face first into her deceit at the bat of her eyelashes and the twist of her hips. She employed all the thugs left in Kras under Mizo. She dominated the races after somehow convincing that cold, smug, suave criminal to get off retirement for her. How she did it, he would never know.

Lucien slammed his palm against the wood beneath it. He swore being a woman did have its advantages.

Not wanting to dwell on his financial dilemmas any longer, Lucien pushed himself off his chair and kicked it aside. With a frustrated growl, he reached for his polished cane and limped his way outside his office and into the warehouse.

He was met by two of his goons with timid looks on their faces and as soon as he saw the way their gazes shifted with fear at his presence, he knew something was wrong.

"What do you mean the shipment didn't come in yet? Can't you buffoons do anything right?"

The two men shrunk beneath the ominous presence in command. His mustache twitched with anger and his gray eyes turned to ice.

Lucien slammed his cane against a pile of storage boxes full of illegal weapons and goods. "I don't understand why I employ idiots like you!"

"We're sorry, boss! We'll be sure to find out who's responsible and take care of it," one said in hopes that they'd escape his scolding.

"We need that shipment. If our vehicles don't have the latest weaponry, you can say goodbye to our chances in the Grand Prix".

Lucien was fuming, and if it were possible, smoke would've erupted from his ears. With nothing else left to say, he slammed his cane against something again.

"Damn that Krew woman. I hate her!" The two criminals widened their eyes and stepped back. They knew when he starting spouting anything to do with the Krew family, he'd take it out on anyone or anything that crossed him.

"Well? What are you doing? Get out of my sight!" He roared and the two didn't waste time in obeying. They scattered away and Lucien paused to hold his forehead. With a deep sigh, he tried to calm down.

Time. In time, he told himself, he could try again. There had to be someone out there that detested that woman as much as he did. There had to be some way to be rid of her.

He constantly promised to himself that when he had enough money and acquired enough fame, he'd orchestrate another plan to get rid of her and knock her off that golden pedestal she was so comfortable on. This promise was his only comfort through his treacherous life.

The stench of dust and Eco made his eyes water. He needed fresh air. He needed to get away from these dim-witted fools working under him that couldn't even get a job right.

Fumbling with the keys in his auburn suit pocket, he made his way outside. The air on his face was a relief. He only wished it weren't Kras air since he felt that Ms. Krew had poisoned everything since she took over. Everywhere he looked, everywhere he went, her territory was marked.

It was impossible to escape her and slowly her influence was beginning to spread to Haven, successfully gaining back her father's territory as well. Haven's government ignored her, as long as she didn't pose a threat to the well being of the city and it's civilians. People were wrapped around her fingers and Lucien was not one to be worn as some ornament.

Shaking the thoughts from his head, he approached his expensive vehicle. It was a classic Javelin from a good decade back. The silver trims glimmered in the sun like new and the navy blue paint never faded in his care. He smiled. At least his car gave him happiness.

He huffed out in relief as he settled into the driver's seat. The scent of leather aroused him and he sat back a moment just to appreciate it. He looked over to the side where a newspaper clip was posted upon his dashboard. He grinned deviously at the female face in the photo.

"Don't worry, Ms. Krew. Your time will come and your glory will be short lived…"

Starting his engine and hearing it purr lifted his spirits. Maybe he'd actually show up for a race today instead of watching it on T.V. Maybe he'd go for a drive afterwards, far off from Kras City. The possibilities of indulgence brightened his day further and he began to drive off with the intention of getting to the tracks.

The sun glared in his eyes and before he could drive much further, he reached to pull down the sun visor.

It was then that his gray eyes widened. His hands shook with fear. It was a message that he failed to take notice of before he had started his engine.

Panic seized his heart and he immediately began stomping on his brakes. It was too late. It wasn't stopping and his vehicle was only going faster.

He tried to pull the door handles, find some way of escape from this death trap. The doors were jammed and wouldn't open. He fisted the steering wheel, kicked the gas and brake pedals to no avail. His speed increased and he yanked the wheel in hopes to turn away from the upcoming ditch leading straight down into a boggy, carnivore infested swamp.

Nothing would save him from this fate. Moments flashed through his mind, desperately trying to figure out why this was happening and how. With a deafening screech, he went mad inside his car that would, in seconds, become his tomb.

Kicking, screaming and cursing to the heavens, one face came to mind. Except it wasn't the face of the Krew princess. No. Instead- it was the face of the man he had struck a deal with barely a month ago.

Unfortunately for him, he had signed over his life to the devil unknowingly…

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Rayn gasped in awe as she watched the blue Javelin drive its way off the dirt-paved roads and down into a ditch. Her amber eyes were wide and her fingers clamped over her mouth in shock. She blinked and shifted her body into the man she was sitting on.

"T-tell me you didn't!" Rayn shook her head, speechless as she turned to face Razer, who was wearing a smug expression.

Razer cleared his throat, effortlessly flaunting his satisfied expression as he watched Rayn stare off into the empty spot in which Lucien had disappeared. Her fingers were now on the window of the limousine, like a child trying to look further into the wilderness for animals.

"Is-is he?" She pointed and Razer nodded. He didn't seem a tad phased by it, as if this was an everyday occurrence. Well, it was, but she had never been there to really witness one of his plans in action before.

She sat silent for a moment with a blank expression. Razer waited as his arm draped around her waist on his lap. He reached for two wine glasses and just before he could hand her one, she reacted.

"Oh, Razer-" she enticed charmingly, curling her fingers deviously to his face and bringing it to hers for a kiss of gratitude. "You shouldn't have…"

She clapped her hands together like a child once again and asked with a burst of excitement. "How- I mean why-"

Razer flashed her his look of pride as he began to explain. Meanwhile, he poured the both of them a glass of red wine.

"About a month ago, the man thought he could strike a deal with me. Lucien was still under the impression that I thought you were sent to kill me and the only reason why I was employed by you was because I had nowhere else to go".

"A deal? What deal?" Rayn cringed, her voice hissing through her clenched teeth from the thought of it.

"Why, your life, of course. He wanted me to take it and since I was closest to you in the business, he thought I would when I had the chance".

"That grotesque slime-" She contained her anger and brightened again, "And then what? You left a message in his vehicle? What did it say?"

She bounced on his lap and Razer couldn't contain his amusement. Rayn was usually so dominant and serious as she directed the business in the city. Yet, when something went right or he surprised her with something like this, she'd giggle with glee, forgetting her superior image. She still looked up to him, yearning for his wisdom and fascinated by his tactics and ideals. He really adored that part of her.

Without another word aloud, he brought his lips to her ear to reveal the message's contents. Rayn smiled deviously as she listened. Lucien hadn't seen it coming.

After Rayn gained power over Kras City, she found another way for Razer to keep his previous fortune and still maintain his image. The marriage fraud was discarded and instead, after Mizo's death, it was rumored that he left behind a will. The will was of course a counterfeit, and it stated that Mizo's control over the wages won by the racers would be awarded to the racers that earned them. Therefore all the funds that Razer had a hand in building up, returned to him for keeps.

To make the will more believable, it would only make sense that if Mizo thought something should happen to him, that he'd hand the position over to his second in command which would be Razer. However, since the position had already gained competition because of Rayn winning the bet in the races, the story that was fed to the Lords was that they made an alliance.

The Krew heiress was in need of Razer's racing capabilities and it benefited her because most of the men who were participating in the races chose to follow under Razer's command. To bring them to her team, she'd have to create this agreement with him. Razer would find it in his best interest to strike this cooperation with her in order to keep his fame on the rise and because she currently had the business skills to keep everything under control.

If anyone had thought Mizo's will or the alliance to be a scandal, no one objected and opposed the two powers now ruling over Kras. The Lords separated and returned to their individual industries after Mizo's death and accepted the Superior's positions. The only thing kept secret was the fact that Razer wasn't only Rayn's best racer and partner in business, but that he was her right hand man and their business was one in the same. The only men that knew the real meaning behind the agreement was a few loyal men under their command.

The Lords thought that they were separate Superiors only using one another for their benefits. After the failed attempt to dispose of Razer, they feared trying to overpower him again. Lucien thought Razer joined up with Rayn unwillingly to continue his racing and keep the business going. Despite whether criminals and Lords liked each other or not, good business usually came first.

Since Lucien was spared the detail of Razer finding out that he was behind his assassination attempt on the roads that day and that Rayn had been getting closer to the racer on a level he hadn't know of before it occurred, he was kept under the impression that this contract would work. He believed that Razer would agree in getting rid of the Krew princess to gain full power because of his grudge. Since Razer lacked the patience in commanding a city's worth of ruffians along with all the business responsibilities and images he'd have to maintain, he'd easily hand over the position to Lucien.

However, Lucien was wrong. Dead wrong. When he spoke of this contract with the famed racer, he hadn't known he was practically singing his sins to the Krew heiress himself. Of course, Razer kept it to himself for his own amusement and chose such a tactic to come and surprise Rayn with.

He had thought of getting rid of the con with his own hands, but such a vile existence wasn't worth the honor of his blade. Instead he chose to deal with it this way and Rayn could watch from the sidelines and praise him for finally getting rid of the snake. Razer didn't mind. Although it was revenge for trying to kill him first, in a way he owed Lucien for the wounds he inflicted on his lover, now partner in disguise.

On the day they had made the contract, Lucien made a comment. He said killing Rayn was just part of good business. Razer, at the time, played along and agreed.

That was the message written on the sun visor in Lucien's vehicle. 'Its just good business', except it was signed with the Krew family's crest. One glance was enough to make Lucien realize that Razer and Rayn were cooperative with each other willingly and intimately enough for Razer to share such details with her. Details that he'd agree to kill a man for her. It all came together in his final moments and then it was too late. The swamp would welcome Lucien's vehicle into demise.

Wine glasses clinked together as Rayn shared a mischievous laugh with Razer. It was brilliant and she enjoyed every second of it.

"Why, Razer, I had no idea you had such a side to you. Going off to kill men in my name is very noble".

Razer almost spit out his wine and set his glass aside so he wouldn't drop it. She liked to tease him, try to get him to confess these things to her and he'd return the favor by playing it off as if it had nothing to do with her.

"Hmm, you think I did it for you? This was simply my response after he tried to dispose of me".

Rayn pouted, setting her glass down as well and crossing her arms stubbornly. "Really, now? Is that so? Well since it wasn't for me, I guess you won't be rewarded for your deeds…"

Rayn laughed as he tackled her onto the leather seat. His heavy presence hovered over her and he crossed gazes with her. It was enough for her to understand his intentions.

"My, my, if you keep up this behavior, I may have to rethink our alliance. I can't align power with someone who stares at me with such perverse intentions," her actions did not follow her words. She beckoned him with her hands through his slick hair and he grinned knowingly.

Razer dipped his head into the crook of her neck, inhaling the sweet scents radiating off her skin. He felt her fingers twitch nervously, clinging onto his coat collar and he was proud that he always had that affect on her. Now being the dominant one, he lifted himself to whisper other things to her. Confessions he never said aloud and something about wondrous things.

Rayn's smile grew as she called over his shoulder. "Driver!"

"Hmm? Yes, Ms. Krew!" The driver snapped back into reality as he rolled down the center window slightly. He was told to always tune himself out of their conversations because he knew it would only bring him trouble if he heard too much. Being silent and loyal to nature of their secret relationship, he was kept as their permanent driver whenever they needed a limousine. He was already used to the duo.

"Out! Take the vehicle over there behind the warehouse. I gave you the keys earlier, didn't I?" Rayn always kept a spare vehicle hidden by the warehouses where meetings were kept if she should ever need them. It wasn't a problem. She could afford such a luxury.

"Yes mam," the young brunette answered with a nod to the rear view mirror.

"Very well. Drive it back to the properties and feel free to take the rest of the day off," she waved him off, trying to keep her voice firm despite Razer now pressing soft tempting kisses beneath her ear.

Without question the driver got out of the black limousine hidden in the bushes away from sight. Rayn finally let her body shudder in Razer's arms and as soon as the door slammed, signaling the driver's retreat, Razer mocked.

"Were you under the impression that you were the higher figure in our alliance? Hmm, I'm afraid I'll have to prove you wrong…"

As the driver approached the other vehicle, he shook his head. He was glad he never crossed the two of them. If only people knew the schemes such masterminds came up with. If only people knew how deadly of a pair they were. He had seen that car drive off into a ditch and he knew the consequences.

He didn't have any complaints though. The pay was good and his loyalty well rewarded. The races were booming all year round and Kras was the city everyone wanted to be in. There could be no two better leaders than the two of them.

Just as he turned the key in the ignition, he heard a trail of devious laughter erupt from the limousine he had left behind as if to agree with his very thoughts.

The driver drove off into the horizon, heading to the brightest, most bustling business cities in the world… There could be none other leading Kras to greatness, other than Rayn and Razer themselves. It would be that way for a long time to come.

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Hope it was as fun for you as it was for me. Thank you to all my reviewers and readers that took the time to enjoy this story with me. This story will be one of my faves and I hope you continue to support the RazerxRayn pairing. Later everyone, until next time.

Next story is my second AxelxTifa multi-chap fic. Look forward to it coming within a month's time.