Savvy Son-in-law by VKBoy

Chapter 56

Oliver was having the time of his life, driving a bugatti on an eight-lane road, while eating a roasted chicken leg, zooming toward the distant hills. Could life get any better than this? He wasn’t driving that fast, but he was full of happiness. “There’s no way I can take the card back from the Sunshine casino. Though Devon fucked it up, I’m not sad. If I sell this car, I can still have more than enough to buy a meat shop combined with a small house and settle for life. I will drive this beauty for a few more days, and then… I’ll say goodbye to this car as well as the Sterling family.”

An old car dashed past his bugatti, surprising him. “Whoa…” he was impressed for a second, but then a pizza bike rushed past him. His expression quickly changed. “You want to show off to others, huh. Fine, then I’ll show you what real speed looks like!” his car accelerated fast. The police siren rang in the back, but Oliver didn’t care. He competed with the bike and the old car. Seeing the bugatti speeding up, the police grew angrier. At this point, all four vehicles were going well past 100 miles per hour, and no one seemed to be considering the idea of slowing down.

Like a roadster from the cartoons, Oliver’s bugatti managed to catch up with the pizza bike. Because Benjamin was wearing a helmet, he couldn’t recognize him. He grinned as he kept going faster and reached close to 200 miles per hour.

Benjamin wondered if the one in the bugatti was an accomplice, but his focus was still on the old car. Seconds later, the bugatti caught up with Blackbear’s Black Ghost. This time, Oliver opened the window to get a better look at Blackbear, the vast amount of air at that curve suddenly rushed into the car and made it unstable. It skidded to the left and crashed at the edge and rolled over the footpath. “What a fool,” Blackbear had no idea who Oliver was, and he didn’t stop or even slow down. Benjamin, however, stopped the bike at the accident spot. He didn’t abruptly stop but took his time to slow the wheels down and return to the accident spot. The bugatti was squashed to a pulp by the time it stopped. It looked impossible for the driver to be alive.

The police bike also stopped, and he dialed for an ambulance first, while Benjamin rushed in for rescuing the driver.

The officer was the same guy who wrote a ticket to Benjamin the other day for not stopping at a stop sign. He just stood there even after the call ended and peered indifferently at the crumpled car. There were heavy winds blowing on the 8-lane road at the moment. “Some rich kid who didn’t know how to drive on a highway. He was asking for a death ticket.” He walked up to Benjamin’s bike and noted down the details of his license plate. “Riding a bike on this road with such speed… he deserves a 1000 dollar ticket and some time behind the bars! It’s a pity the car in the front has slipped away.” Afterward, he walked over to the accident scene

and told Benjamin who pulled the bloodied, disfigured Oliver out.

Benjamin frowned after recognizing him, but his frown deepened after realizing that Oliver had no heartbeat.

“I called the ambulance,” the police said, “but I knew the chances of him surviving that crash were slim to none. Looking at it positively, he wouldn’t have had the time to feel pain, though he might have had that last realization of screwing it up as the car was going to hit something.” “Will you shut up?” Benjamin glared at him. “What?” the police got angry. He grabbed Benjamin by the collar and pulled him up and dragged him away. “You’re coming with me.” Benjamin struck the nape of the officer and knocked him out cold. He waited until the ambulance came and took Oliver’s body, which would be taken to the mortuary.

“Does he have a family?” Benjamin wondered. “He’s close with Devon, so maybe I should inform him.” He then took a glance at the crumpled bugatti. “Now that I think about it, why’s he driving this luxury car? Did he somehow fool the agent into allowing him for a test drive?” he went silent for a few seconds, then sucked in a deep breath. “What the hell is life exactly about? One second we are here, and the next second, we’re gone. It’s all really such a mystery.”

Meanwhile, Blackbear stopped by a mobile canteen and brought a hot dog. Both Jane and Donovan were also eating at the same canteen. Blackbear’s eyes fell on the lovers, who were chatting and laughing together.

His mobile rang. It was his wife calling. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“Tch,” he answered. “I’m busy, sweetheart.”

“M-Martin, save me!” she spoke in a fearful tone. “Jessica!” Blackbear’s heart started pounding, “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“If you want your sweetheart to be in this world by the time you get here, Mr. Blackbear,” a hoarse voice spoke from the other end, “you better bring some pizza immediately.”

“You motherfucker!” Blackbear was enraged. “Do you have any idea who you’re messing with?” he then blinked twice. “Wait…” Did he ask to bring a pizza? “This voice… aren’t you my useless brother-in-law? What sort of screwed-up game are you trying to pull?”

“Don’t forget the pizza,” the voice turned even more demanding.

“Give it to Jessica,” Blackbear said.

“I’m in danger, here, Martin,” his wife now spoke. “It’s been ten years since we got married, and we still don’t have children. My brother is telling me to marry a MAN. What do you have to say about that?”

The veins in Blackbear’s forehead popped out through the skin. “Tell him to stay right there. I’m on my way.” He threw the half-eaten hot dog aside and got in his car. “That little fucker who can’t get a girl and wanks day and night in his room is trying to give advises to my wife?”

“This is one cool car,” Jane said aloud as she came up to the car. “Can you give us a ride,

mister?”

Blackbear showed her his middle finger before driving away.

“What a rude bastard,” Jane could only curse him. “If you want, I can buy a roofless car for you,” Donovan said, imagining having sex with her in such a car. “That’d be a waste of money, so no.”