BXBX NOVEL Chapter 983 Supercars And Premium Leather
Chapter 983 Supercars And Premium Leather
I turned back and looked at Allie who was just wearing a doctor\'s robe and surgical gloves before I said, "I\'m not going in there unless you and your \'dad\' get your shit together—"
Allie harrumphed cutely, "He\'s not my dad! He\'s my Daddy~! There\'s a difference, alright?! D-Don\'t be weird…"
I chortled as I rolled my eyes, "You know what? The car\'s probably outside so I\'ll wait for you two by my Raptor…"
"O-Okay, cutie~! See you in a bit! Mwah~! Kisses!"
"Uh-huh… I\'mma head out…"
With that said, I did watch the remainder of the show below and it ended as it was designed—as brutal and as gore-filled as possible—because the one who won the tug-of-war pulled too hard and got eaten by the freaks behind him while the other one caught more bear traps than his body could take and it ripped through his flesh and bone, either killing him from the shock or losing too much blood.
The crowd definitely loved every single moment of it but a few \'entertainers\' had already spotted me and were offering their services for a very, very cheap price of a can of food, a bottle of water, or a handful of ammo.
Anything and everything here could be traded for goods and services though the rates vary from person to person.
"I\'ll blow you for a smoke, baby~ What do you think?"
I respectfully waved her off after seeing her teeth, "I\'m doing good, thanks anyway—"
"How about me, handsome? You can do anything to me right here right now as long as you shit in my mouth—"
"Umm… I\'m doing really good, thanks for the offers—"
"HEY! YOU BITCH! WHY\'D YOU OFFER HIM THAT AND NOT ME?! I\'VE BEEN ASKING ALL WEEK AND YOU\'RE CHARGING ME A WEEK\'S RENT FOR THAT! THE FUCK?!"
"ME TOO! WHO THE FUCK\'S THIS GUY ANYWAY—"
"SETTLE DOWN, DUDE! HE\'S THE KID! THE KID! DON\'T YOU RECOGNIZE \'IM?! WORD IS, HE HAS FREE REIGN IN CUERVO HEIGHTS AND HE COULD KILL ANYONE WITHOUT REPERCUSSIONS!"
"THAT\'S HIM?! Why am I getting so wet…"
"SHADDAP CANDICE! Wait a sec, can\'t all family heads kill whenever?"
"That\'s a rumor, you dumb shit. T-They can, I think, but only for good reason. And none of them do it themselves even if they have the power to. There are other ways to do that…"
"Well you do know a lot about how shit works there, huh? I\'ll believe you, surely you\'re not lying to my face you pizza face motherfucka!"
"THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?!"
"I SAID WHAT I SAID! WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?!"
"HEY! IF YOU\'RE GONNA FIGHT, DO IT IN THE RING! I\'LL EARN SOME CASH WITH IT AT LEAST, NOT A FUCKING HEADACHE!"
"DO IT, PUSSY!"
"DO IT!"
"YEAH! DO IT!"
I really had to leave the premises before I got sucked in from how rowdy and wide the place was this early in the morning, but it didn\'t take long before the father and daughter joined us—though I didn\'t think that Logan wasn\'t aware of what happened to Dave\'s M32 so I had to stop him from committing bloody murder while making Jonathan "owe" me once again for saving his life.
"What\'s the car, anyway? You said it\'s a mid-engine, right?" Logan asked.
"Y-Yeah… Follow me at the back… I-It\'s in the warehouse…"
As Jonathan and Allie made their way, only Quinn, Jesus, and Logan followed after me, but little did I know that the warehouse he was talking about was this outdoor rental storage unit they used as a you know… a warehouse of sorts and their housing units for their people and their guests. Its tall fencing was perfect for keeping the dead out and simply stabbing them with a fork through the fencing line, and it was secluded and cramped enough to not let a horde breakthrough it easily with their numbers.
Furthermore, it seemed like they secured a couple of blocks around the area so their Cockpit Arena was the centerpiece of sorts while everything else acted as supplementation or for utility\'s sake.
"Here we are…"
As we were let in, a section of the storage units was pretty much everything that Jonathan owned and as he ordered one of his men to open up one of the rollups, it revealed a fucking Audi R8 that looked fresh from the fucking dealership.
I was already impressed as fuck that they managed to find one in the few days we were away but the three behind me were the exact opposite.
Quinn looked totally indifferent while Jesus and Logan were already shaking their head in disappointment.
At that point, Jonathan started to sweat nervously from their reactions but Allie nudged him before they went all car salesman mode:
Jonathan figuratively slapped the roof of the R8, "C\'mon now! Don\'t give us that look! It\'s a brand-new R8 we found just collecting dust in a dealership nearby a-and… and… y-y\'know…" then he quickly nudged Allie for support, "B-Baby… A l-little help here…"
Allie chuckled before she shook her head, "They\'re car guys, Daddy~ We don\'t need to tell them anything! We just let them look at it for a while and if they want to, I could give them a \'hand\' while we\'re inside!"
"Right! RIGHT! Feast your eyes fellas, I tell you… There\'s nothing like that out there anymore… I\'m pretty sure—not really, but y\'know… It\'s gotta be pretty rare!"
"D-Daddy… S-Stop…"
"Uh… R-Right…"
Logan started, "I dunno~ Could be a simple refurbish…"
Jesus followed, nodding, "Yeah, why would it be left there if it\'s a great catch? I would\'ve taken this one if I wasn\'t inclined to my own station wagon…"
Quinn rolled her eyes, "You guys are fucking idiots…"
"Don\'t butt in, Quinn. We\'re doing our thing here…/ Yeah, let the men speak with another great man here…"
"Whatever…"
Hearing that, it took me a second before the two were just doing the thing where they act completely disinterested about the fucking car they were trying to buy but I had another realization that all this shit was fucking pointless.
\'IF JONATHAN\'S GONNA GIVE IT TO THEM FOR FREE, SO WHY ALL THE THEATRICS?!\'
The head shake, the teeth sucking, and even tongue clicks were used to jack the price of anything way, way~ down for handshake deals, but I took it upon myself to look around and see if there was anything noteworthy while they do their own thing. Even Quinn followed after me because her sole responsibility was the car\'s engines and she had nothing to do with the bullshit deal until it reached her garage.
Whatever it was that came into her domain—even if it was from a junker or a supercar—her goal was to bring it up to its best or optimum condition or even make it several levels better than how it came out of the box.
But yeah, supercars and the like—especially if you\'re driving on roads such as ours—wouldn\'t need a lot of power, so to speak, and in most cases, they needed a downgrade rather than an upgrade. It\'s because we don\'t have straight roads that could span miles and miles like where Oscar came from but like Japan, especially the mountains, our roads were curved and squiggly, making us need something different than raw power.
Though it was the same shit for Quinn every single day because her goal wasn\'t exactly to maximize output but to make sure what the car was using was the best for the road it was driving on.
In any case, we had free rein to open up any storage units that had the special label on them but the first one we opened up made me try and close it at the same exact time but Quinn stopped me with this scary, lecherous look on her face because what we saw was kinda similar to what Clyde used to work on but in a more… freaky way.
It\'s all fucking leather—in other words: it\'s like latex suits for dominatrixes but replace the shiny squeaky material with premium fucking leather.
I never clenched my butt this hard when Quinn was already drooling from this find while holding a leather whip, but the thought of doing shit like this in the future had already crossed my mind, but if it was Quinn we were talking about, it\'s a different fucking story.
Kaley was akin to baby steps while Quinn would be like a storm giant having a tantrum.
\'Why\'s Jonathan have stuff like this— Wait, nevermind…\'