Let's Play a Love Game

Dean looked up from his engine to see what the boys were whistling about. A hot babe was walking over them and the boys were getting a little excited. Puzzles gave a smirk and rested his forearm on the engine bay, giving the hottie a wink. A man stormed over to the crowd. He looked angry. "Stop staring at my girl," he demanded. Wesken stood up and stared in the man's eyes. "Make me," he smirked. As the guy wound up to throw the first punch, but a gang member stood between them. "Hey, boss, why don't you settle this on the track? Make the guy look like an ass in front of everybody," he said. Giving a little scoff, the mutant walked over to his car and closed the hood. "O.K."

With the cars lined up at the starting line, Dean let his car idle as the other revved up. With the flag thrown, the teen dropped the clutch and slammed on the gas. The car took off like a bullet. It popped a wheelie from the acceleration, going back to all four tires about 100 feet down the road. Slamming it into second, the racer was gone. The race just barely began, and Puzzles already had a good lead on the punk. Rounding the turn, his car was out of sight, but his crew still knew where he was from experience of watching him race.

Hitting the emergency brake, the tires squealing could be heard clear back at the starting line. A few seconds later, the Jigsaws started pushing people back. "Move, move, clear the way!" The black and green car came gunning around the turn, its engine roaring. Even from the distance, one could see the smirk on Dean's face, saying that the race wasn't even a challenge. But that smirk turned to shock as someone walked in front of the finish line. Turning his wheels and locking his brakes, Dean put his car sideways down the track, narrowly missing the person. He almost careened into the crowd, sending people screaming for their lives. Throwing open the door, the anger on his face was clear. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" He screamed, storming over to them.

Dean scoffed. "You think that I need my gang for fight just to prove that you work with a shitty excuse of a crew? I've had harder challenges from snails." The already annoyed loser was just even more enraged but before he could make a move, one of his crew took a cheap shot on Dean. One of the Jigsaws tackled the man pummeling him unconscious. While the loyalty of his crew was admirable, this just pissed Puzzles off even more. Pulling out his pistol, he fired two shots into the air. The blasts put a seize to the fighting. "I'll say again, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" He yelled. "Your crew is getting the snot beat out of them," Kevin said under his breath. Dean whipped around, pointing the barrel at the man's face. It was clear Puzzles was in no mood for his crap. "They claimed they were the best crew, Boss," a Jigsaw said. "And your team said that we can't even install spark plugs. "Well, you can't. But the Jigsaws don't insult by words, we use actions," Dean informed. "Well, She is the messenger telling us this," the Jigsaw replied, pointing at Danni. Dean let out a growl as he stormed up to the woman. Getting right up against her, he stared in her eyes. Her amazing eyes. Her sexy body. No, he can't lose his anger. "Get in the car," he demanded, pointing his pistol at his racer.

After a short drive, he parked in an alley and turned off his lights. He pulled out his pistol, pointing it her, but then set it on the dashboard. "You know, nobody has been able to shake up my gang like that before. That takes balls," he said, giving her a smirk. The boy put his arm around her shoulder. "Why don't you dump that sorry excuse of a man and date a real racer."

Dean gave a smile to the girl. She was definitely interesting and he wouldn't mind having her around more. "Perhaps we can put that to the test." He said, referring to blondes being more fun. Turning the engine back on, he let out a little chuckled. "You are a deviant little bastard. I like that. Ever thought of joining the Jigsaws?"

When they pulled back to the crews, Dean's gang was a bit confused on seeing the girl alive and uninjured. When he noticed the loser, Dean put his arm around the girl, giving Kevin a smirk. That made the boy go red with anger. When he tried walking over to Dean, a group of Jigsaws stopped him. "Boys, meet your new second in command," Puzzles called out. While the gang was confused, they agreed. But they knew to never go against their leader. "But boss-" "I said she's your second in command. Don't worry, if she goes behind my back, I'll let you guys have your way with her." He said, giving her a dangerous look.

Dean looked back at the punk, he putting his arms behind his back so nobody could see them. Puzzles' arm came off and grabbed his multi tool. It made it's way over to the yellow car. It used the knife to cut the fuel line, making it unable to run for more than a couple of minutes then crawled back to it's owner. The Jigsaws made sure Kevin and his gang didn't see what was going on. Once it reattached, Dean turned to Kevin. "Why don't we race for slips this time." He nodded to the woman, signaling that she was his driver. Walking over to her, he handed her the keys. "If you hurt or lose my baby, i will rip you limb from limb and skin you alive with a butter-knife," he hissed into her ear. He didn't want to just humiliate the boy, Dean wanted to completely destroy him. The idea of a punk thinking he could run streets better than the Jigsaws has gotten old.

"Did you fall in love with her? Come on, let's see a kiss, lovebirds," One of the boys piped up, making a kissy face. A couple guys of the other gang chuckled at it. This really annoyed Dean. One of the Jigsaws pulled out a switch blade and was prepared to carve the loudmouth a new hole.

Dean looked at the men on the floor then to the woman. Walking over to the soon-to-be corpse of Kevin, he pulled the keys out of his hand and stuffed them in his pocket. Walking back to the woman, he wiped away her tears and helped her up. "Come on boys, let's go," the leader called out. One of the Jigsaws got under the yellow car and fixed the fuel line. Dean handed the keys to the girl. "We'll make it better when we get back to the shop." Heading back to his own car, he hopped in and started it up. The car started with a purr. The others followed suit. One of them climbed into the yellow car as a passenger. There was a loud rumble coming from one of the cars. It was Big Boy, Dean's muscle man. One of the men stayed back, the look of annoyance was clear on his face. "I'm not going to listen to some bimbo, I'm out of here," he yelled. He hopped on his motorbike took off before anybody could catch him.

Dean tried to shrug it off but the thought of losing his second best mechanic was really getting to him. It didn't help that he also had several locations of high end cars. Pulling out his phone, Puzzles made a call. The phone of the passenger rang. A couple of seconds later, he hands it to Danni. "He wants to speak with you." He informed. "Hey sexy, listen, after we get your poor excuse of a car running like a real racer, we have a couple of.... products we need to get."

Within moments of entering the shop, the Jigsaws were hopping out and surrounding the yellow scrap pile. They began pulling pieces off and getting better parts to put on it. "While we don't have all the parts right now, we have enough to make it better," Dean said, putting his arms around his second in command.

Dean was liking the way she was acting. He liked his lips as he walked towards the car. "Well, if you're going to be my second in command, we're going to need to know your name," he said, looking her over from top to bottom, taking his time around her torso. He then turned his attention to the garage. "Listen up!" he called out. "As some of you know, we have a new second in command. Any issues, take it up with her." One of the rookies came up to the two and smacked the girl's rear, giving it a slight squeeze. "Oh, there are a couple of things I could take up with her," he said with a wink. Dean turned around and punched the man in his jaw, knocking out two teeth. "Oh? Somebody is getting a defensive over his girlfwend," the rookie responded, after his stumble. "Get back to work, Flat Foot," Puzzles demanded. The man walked away, making a thwapping sound every time his left foot hit the floor, noting his name.

Dean headed into his "office" room of the garage. That's where he kept all of his plans and tasks. "A new car is riding the streets? It appears to be a Black 67 Baracuda. Hmmm... From what the reports say, this one could of use," He said, talking to himself. "Ma'am!" one of the mechanics called out, walking up to the two. "Would you prefer the turbine-drilled turbo charger or the clockwork turbo charger? The first will give more power, but the second will give more speed." While it might've only been a short time, but the crew already had the car off the lift and ready to go

Dean raised an eyebrow at the man when he came in. But when he saw his second in command put her arm around that boy, he let out a low growl. "She has plenty of speed, give her more POWER!' He yelled, shoving the boy over. It was clear that he was getting annoyed with all of the guys making a move on "his girl", whether it was intentional or not. "Listen, Viper. For now on, keep your hands off the rest of the gang, unless the contact is necessary, got it?" he hissed at Danni. Storming out of his "office" the teen called his crew to attention. "We have a new job coming up. We're going after an old muscle. The driver is good, but reports say she's still an amateur. We leave tomorrow at race time, get your cars ready and bring all the necessary gear."

The majority of the cars started up and took off, most of them had a humming to the engine. The others had a loud rumble, signifying they were the cars designed to haul and for the heavy labor. Big Boy, instead of driving a car, hopped into a truck that obviously showed he was compensating for something, and took off. He was always the first henchman at the shop, and the last to go home. That man was also someone that Dean could trust, and knew he was really loyal.

After the crew went home, Dean walked up to the girl. "So, since it's already late, and I have a bed set up inside, how about you sleep with me tonight?" He asked, pulling her in close by her hips. He slipped his hand underneath the bottom of her shirt so that he could put his hand directly on her skin. He gave her a mischievous grin and pulled her in closer.

"Oh, and what games are those?" He asked seductively. The kiss felt amazing. Her lips were smooth and delicious. At first, the lip biting was enjoyable. But the pleasure quickly turned into pain. It shot through his mouth into the rest of his head, then flowing through the rest of his body. It felt like his blood was on fire. Knees buckling, he dropped to the ground, panting and groan from the sensation. "Wh... What did you do to ME?" he yelled. Reaching into his back pocket, the teen pulled out his switchblade. With a soft click, the razor was exposed. However, due to the pain, he couldn't see, and his grip on the knife loosened to the point he dropped it. "Please... make it stop" he begged. The gang leader was glad everybody else was gone. They would give him endless grief for kneeling to a woman, regardless of the reason.

As the burning slowly left his body, feeling began to take its place. His nerves were calming down, giving him relief. Sweat beaded on his forehead from the stress it caused, and he couldn't help but shake slightly. His grunts changed from that of pain to frustration and anger. He looked back up at the woman. While the view was impressive, he still couldn't stand kneeling in front of someone. Gradually standing to his feet, he grabbed the woman's arm and squeezed it tight. "What was that for?" While the burning was gone, his nerves and skin were still extremely sensitive to touch. The slightest rub felt like sandpaper bracing against his skin.