Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System! - Chapter 262

Chapter 262: The Calm Before the Storm – New York, 1980
The black sedan kept up, its goons hanging out the windows, trying to get a clean shot.

“WE GOTTA LOSE THESE FUCKERS!” Luciano shouted.

“OH, REALLY? HADN’T OCCURRED TO ME!” Val swerved into an alley so narrow it looked like a death sentence.

Luciano’s heart damn near jumped out his throat. “NO—NO—NO—”

They squeezed through, the bike barely fitting. The sedan?

Not. So. Lucky.

CRASH!

It slammed into a dumpster, the metal bending like a soda can.

Luciano whooped. “HOLY SHIT! YOU’RE INSANE!”

Val grinned, twisting the throttle harder. “You’ll learn to love it!”

Luciano hated that she was absolutely right.

But—

SCREECH!

Another car appeared from the next street, another black sedan.

Luciano’s stomach dropped. “HOW MANY OF THESE FUCKERS ARE THERE?!”

“Enough to make my night interesting,” Val said, eyes glinting.

More gunshots.

A bullet grazed Luciano’s arm, burning like hellfire. “SHIT—”

Val looked over her shoulder. “You dying yet?”

“Not yet!”

“Then quit bitching!”

She suddenly yanked the handlebars and flipped the bike sideways, skidding under a semi-truck like they were in a goddamn Hollywood stunt show.

Luciano screamed.

The sedan behind them wasn’t so lucky.

The truck driver, realizing what was happening, hit the brakes. Too late.

BOOM.

The sedan slammed straight into the side of the truck, crumpling like cheap tinfoil. Luciano looked back, panting. “Holy… fuck…” Val just smirked, speeding off into the night.

But—

More headlights.

Another car.

Luciano groaned. “THEY JUST KEEP FUCKIN’ COMING!”

“And you sound surprised!” Val suddenly grabbed one of his hands and shoved it into her jacket.

Luciano’s brain short-circuited. “Okay, listen, sweetheart, I appreciate the chemistry here, but I’m kinda BLEEDING OUT—”

“SHUT UP AND PULL OUT THE FUCKIN’ GUN.”

Luciano blinked. Then—oh. Oh.

He pulled out a big-ass revolver.

His eyes widened. “Why the fuck is this so heavy?!”

“Cause it’s gonna end someone’s night, genius.” Luciano sucked in a breath, then twisted his body—pain screaming through him—and took aim.

Another car swerved, trying to avoid traffic. The goons inside were reloading. Luciano took a second. Exhaled.

Then—

BOOM.

One clean shot.

Straight into the driver’s windshield.

The car veered left, jumped the curb, and—

SLAMMED THROUGH A FUCKING BODEGA.

Bottles, shelves, and a very pissed-off old man went flying.

Luciano gawked. “…Did I just kill a guy?”

Val grinned. “Fuckin’ finally.”

The streets stretched ahead. No more headlights. No more sedans. Just the wind, the city, and the absolute insanity they just survived.

Luciano slumped against Val’s back. “So… where are we going?”

Val revved the engine. “Somewhere you won’t die in the next five minutes.”

Luciano sighed. “That’s… reassuring.”

Val laughed. “Welcome to my world, rich boy.”

And with that—

They disappeared into the night.

The night air whipped past them, the city blurring into a neon-streaked fever dream as the motorcycle tore through the streets. Luciano’s pulse pounded in his ears, but for the first time in what felt like forever, nobody was shooting at them. No screeching tires, no gunfire, no assholes in black sedans trying to punch his soul straight into the afterlife.

Just the roar of the engine, the rhythmic thrum of the wheels, and the wild, adrenaline-drunk woman in front of him steering like she was born on a bike.

Luciano exhaled sharply, pressing his forehead against her shoulder for a second. His body ached like hell—his arm was still bleeding, his ribs felt like someone had taken a baseball bat to them, and his brain? Pure fucking chaos.

Then, he chuckled. “Well… that was a fucking night.”

Val let out a sharp, amused breath. “Rich boy, that was just the appetizer.”

Luciano scoffed. “If that was the appetizer, I’d like to cancel the fucking main course.”

She grinned but kept her eyes on the road. “Too late, babe. You already signed up for the whole buffet.”

Luciano shook his head, barely able to believe this was his life now. “Okay, hold up—who the fuck are you?”

Val didn’t answer immediately. The bike roared down an open stretch of road, the lights of the city casting long shadows across the asphalt.

“Someone who just saved your expensive ass,” she finally said.

Luciano huffed. “Yeah, no shit. But why? What, you just go around saving rich guys from execution squads in your free time?”

“Maybe.”

“That’s not an answer.”

She laughed, revving the throttle. “Then maybe I don’t feel like handing you one on a silver fucking platter, Richie Rich.”

Luciano squinted at her through the wind. “So you’re just this good? With the shooting, the driving, the fucking death-defying bullshit you just pulled back there? What are you, some ex-CIA, Navy SEAL, mob enforcer type of psycho?”

Val snorted. “Oh, please. If I was ex-CIA, you’d already be dead. Those tight-ass suit fuckers don’t do rescue missions.”

Luciano frowned. “Then what are you?”

Val was quiet for a beat. Then—

“Consider me someone who hates assholes with guns trying to silence people who don’t deserve it.”

Luciano tilted his head. “Sounds righteous as hell.”

“Yeah, well, righteousness doesn’t mean shit without a fuck-ton of bullets.”

Luciano sighed. “Jesus.”

“Not even he can save your ass, rich boy. You got me instead.”

Luciano groaned, running a hand through his hair. He was so out of his element here. “Fine, keep your secrets. But at least tell me where the fuck we’re going?”

Val smirked. “Someplace less murdery.”

“Super fucking specific, thanks.”

“That’s what I’m here for, Richie Rich.”

Luciano rolled his eyes, then glanced behind them. The streets were empty.

Too empty.

A weird feeling settled in his gut. “You think we lost them?”

Val gave a sharp nod. “Yeah. They’re either licking their wounds or calling their fucking mommies.”

Luciano let out a breath. “Finally. For a second, I thought—”

Then—

The world flipped.

Val slammed the brakes so hard that Luciano’s stomach nearly launched into his throat. Because right ahead—

A wall of headlights.

Cars. Lined up across the entire fucking road, blocking every escape route. And in front of them? Men. Dressed in black, guns raised, standing in perfect fucking formation like they were born to do this.

The engine growled beneath them, but the silence? It was deafening.

Luciano’s heart clenched.

Val?

She hissed through her teeth. “FUCK.”

Luciano swallowed. “Yeah. Fuck.”

The goons didn’t move yet. Just stood there, waiting. Watching. Like they already knew they had them.

Val tightened her grip on the handlebars.

Luciano inhaled through his nose. “You got a plan?”

Val exhaled slowly. “Yeah.”

“Does it involve us dying?”

She cracked her neck. “Not if you’re a good shot.”

Luciano checked the revolver in his lap. “…Define ‘good.'”

Val smirked, cracking her knuckles.

“You’re about to find out.”