Hypersonic
Copyright© 2026 by nyra
Chapter 100
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 100 - Arielle Hawthorne lives for illegal street racing. Fast cars, high stakes, no attachments. Nate Carter races the same streets with reckless swagger and infuriating charm. Rivals by choice and partners by necessity, they’re forced together as rival crews and the police close in. Their chemistry is dangerous, their trust fragile, and falling for each other may be the riskiest move of all.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Crime Humor Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Body Modification Violence
The One
(Where Almost Everything Is Revealed)
A R I E L L E
It’s officially been six long months since the incident that took Nate ‘s life. It’s been a fucking horrible journey, but I believe I’m finally in a place mentally where I feel in control. I could even argue that I feel good.
It’s been over four weeks since the night at the club when James and I ended up fucking. Even though the sex itself was rather odd—considering I had to close my eyes and picture it was Nate fucking me to cum—shit hasn’t been weird between James and I. We’ve been hanging out, at least once a week, doing regular things that force me out of the house. It’s been nice and his company is something I’ve come to really enjoy.
I think going to Nate ‘s place has really helped me to find some peace and closure with what’s happened. It’s the first time since before that night that I feel like myself and like everything will be okay. My future without him won’t be what I expected, but I’m not afraid to face it now.
When I walk into my house, I’m immediately confused because Hayes is standing in my living room and Chase is on the sofa. They’re clearly having some sort of intense conversation and I’m all sorts of bewildered. Since when are the two of them this close? In fact, why is Hayes even here?
Chase stands up in a hurry when he hears me entering and I’m instantly suspicious. The way he turns to me—the way he looks—is as if he’s just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar and I know this can’t be good. “Hey,” he greets, dragging out the vowel, which only heightens my reservations.
“Hey,” I answer, glancing between the two of them with narrowed eyes. I shrug my jacket and purse off and toss my car keys onto the table that rests near the front door. “What’s up?”
Chase steps forward, doing this sort of jog around the couch where he goes to sit at the island. “I’ll let him tell you,” he informs me as he passes by me.
I quirk an eyebrow. Yeah, this definitely isn’t fucking good.
“Hi, Ari,” Hayes welcomes from where he stands in the middle of my living room. “You wanna’ come have a seat?”
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. My fight or flight kicks in in an instant. “Why?”
He extends a hand, pointing towards the couch. “Just, please. Sit.”
I can see that whatever it is he has to tell me, he’s being serious about me not standing while he speaks. Which only makes me curious as to what it could be about. There isn’t anything I can think of that would be so intense. Is he about to confess that Ezra’s the reason why Nate isn’t here anymore?
Because Hayes is a softer guy, I expect him to ease into it, but he doesn’t. In fact, he shuffles awkwardly on his feet and then utters, “Vivien is dead, Ari.”
“What?” My immediate reaction is more perplexity than sadness. Maybe I should feel bad, but in all honesty there isn’t much sorrow in my heart. Mostly emptiness at the sound of my mother being dead.
“Ezra strangled her.”
My mouth falls open in surprise, my eyes going wide. I’m speechless. Fucking lost for words at the sound of that. After everything they’ve been through together, he killed her? It doesn’t make any sense. They literally conspired and ultimately, murdered my dad together.
I can admit, even though I’ve always hated my mother—because she detested my very existence—the sound of Ezra wrapping his hands around her throat and squeezing until she stopped breathing is something that sends a chill up my spine. It’s a terrible way to die. At the hands of someone you love and trust. I’m human and I can admit that the idea of her struggling while knowing she was dying sounds horrific and inhumane.
“A—Are you serious?” My voice is barely above a whisper. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. “What the fuck happened?”
“It’s a really long story,” Hayes admits, running his hand along his nape.
I glance at Chase, who sits at the island. He doesn’t appear surprised at the news. In fact, he looks like he pities me and I become aware of the fact that Hayes likely told Chase the news moments before I walked in the front door.
“I—” He starts explaining, but stops himself. As if he doesn’t know where to start. “I wanted to do whatever I could to break down Ezra’s empire. After that night—”
He doesn’t even have to specify because I know exactly what fucking night he’s referring to.
“—I’d started looking closer into Ezra. I had a guy on the inside, finding weakness amongst his hierarchy. Doing whatever he could to inject doubt into Ezra’s crew. My plan was to cause distance between each of those closest with Ezra, one by one, until he had no one left. Eventually, my guy on the inside discovered that Ezra was having an affair.”
Alright, the sound of that doesn’t surprise me. He was cheating with Vivien and once a cheater, always a cheater. But how does this result in Vivien dying? And more importantly, how is Hayes tied into this that he feels the need to explain it to me?
“With Natalie—James’ ex-girlfriend.”
I sigh over-exaggeratedly, rolling my eyes. Of course Bratalie was fucking my step-father. Why wouldn’t she be?
How in the fuck was that connection made to me? How did I manage to become the one-time girlfriend of Ezra’s mistress’ ex-boyfriend? Jesus Christ, Ezra was inside Bratalie, and James was inside her, and then he was inside me. The idea that we may have shared potential germs makes me literally gag.
What the fuck.
At least I always used a condom with James, I guess.
Come to think of it, didn’t I have a conversation once with someone who told me about Bratalie having affairs with middle-aged men?
“When I heard about the affair, I sent some guys to follow Ezra. It took a couple weeks, but they left the blinds open and my guy was able to get a shot of them together.”
How in the fuck did Ezra never notice Hayes’ guy following him? Was he slipping up? I would think he would’ve been more careful than that.
“We decided to send it to Vivien.”
“You were hoping she’d leave him?”
He nods with a shrug, “That, or it would just cause friction between them so we could try to swing her to our side.”
That’s laughable to me. Hell would have frozen over for Vivien to have ever swung over to my side. Even if she was being tortured and her life was at risk, I know that she’d never think I was on the good or correct side of shit.
“What did she do?” As I ask the question, I’m not sure I want to know the answer. However, I think I need to be aware of all the details.
“It was two months ago when my partner put the proof under her windshield wiper.”
“She didn’t leave him then.”
Hayes shakes his head. With a single nod—as if some sort of signal—I begin to hear footsteps behind me. My back is facing the hallway, so I’m unable to see who it is, but when Langley saunters past me to stand beside Hayes, my fists ball up in my lap.
“What the fuck is he doing in my house?”
I stand from the sofa and begin to charge at him, but Hayes steps between us, stopping me.
I want to punch him in the fucking face. For everything he ever did to Nate. For beating him up, for allowing him to get shot during that drug deal, for being an asshole in general. The only good thing he ever did for Nate —and therefore, for me—was take him to that vet to get him stitched up after he was shot.
“Ari, he’s here to help.”
“How can you possibly know that? Do you know what he’s done to me? To Nate? He’s Ezra’s lil’ fuckin’ lap dog!”
“Ari, hear him out, please.” Chase’s voice fills the space, but I’m unable to tear my eyes off Langley. The sight of him pisses me off more than I could ever put into words. He’s the younger version of Ezra. I’m not a moron, I could never have any faith in him. “Trust me.”
I narrow my eyes in Langley’s direction, but move to sit my ass back down. If there’s anybody in this room that I’d trust with my life, it’s Chase. So, when he begs me, I fold. However, I’m still on high alert.
“Say what you have to fuckin’ say and then get the fuck outta’ my house,” I demand.
Langley sighs. “Look, I know you have no reason to trust me. I get it. That’s fine. But what I’m about to tell you is the truth. Every word of it.”
I clench my jaw.
“When Hayes sent our mom the photo—”
“Hold the fuck up—our mom?” Raising a hand, I stop him mid-sentence, shocked to hear him utter that we’re half-siblings. He’s not serious, is he? He’s what? Like, two or three years younger than me? Vivien lived with my dad and I until I was a lot older than three and she was never pregnant. This doesn’t make any sense.
“Yes, Vivien was our mom.” He wets his lips. “From what I’ve been told, my dad and our mom were having an affair for years. Eventually, Mom fell pregnant and she hid the pregnancy from you and your dad until she couldn’t anymore. Then, she made up some excuse, came down to where we were living at the time, gave birth to me, and then went back to you and your father. I lived alone with my dad for a few years. Mom only came around whenever she could.”
What the actual fuck?
If we’re half-siblings and he’s known this all along, why in the fuck did he do all the shit he did to Nate and I? He didn’t want his big sister to be happy?
“If that’s true, why have you treated me like shit all this time?”
“Mom always told me bad shit about you. That you were evil. That you killed your dad. Were selfish and dangerous.” He swallows hard, appearing guilty. Although, I’m not sure if I believe it. “I’m sorry,” he admits. “I was a kid and that was the shit my parents told me. Why wouldn’t I trust what they were telling me? I now know they were lying to me.”
I lift my chin as a way to make myself appear braver than I feel. “And what changed?”
He shrugs his shoulders, looking defeated. “Dad’s always been a cold person. Cold, calculated—I’m not sure if he has a soul. Mom—well, I don’t think I need to tell you what she’s like. You already know. Mom and Dad were obsessed with making your life miserable. I’m an adult now.” He pauses and for a second, I think he might be nervous. “I never understood the obsession. You weren’t actively seeking us out. You were working, had a house, good friends, a stable relationship—you seemed to have a good head on your shoulders. In the last few months, I’ve just grown tired. Tired of being treated like an employee and not a son.”
I open my mouth to say something, but snap it shut.
“As a kid, I always wanted to be your friend. I’m sorry,” he reiterates. “Toxic people in a toxic relationship create toxic situations. I never knew any different.”
Part of me is still skeptical to trust him. I realize he’s showing me great vulnerability, but I don’t know. He’s done so many shitty things to me in the past, I think it’s understandable that I’m feeling like this.
“You were saying Hayes sent the photo of the affair to Vivien?” I change the subject back to his original point, still wanting to hear what he has to say. Once I’ve heard it all, then I can piece my thoughts together.
Langley nods his head. “She didn’t tell anybody about it. But I think she did her own research, realized it was true, and she began poisoning my dad with cyanide.”
When he meets my eyes, I think he expects me to react to that admission. To flinch, perhaps. However, this is my mother we’re talking about. The woman who murdered her own husband because she was having an affair. The woman who hates the very child she gave birth to, even though she’s never done anything to her. I’ve always figured that Vivien had some sort of undiagnosed mental illness. I could never figure out exactly what that was.
“My dad has been sick for the last two months. We initially thought it was the flu, but as he’s deteriorated more, he’s gotten extensive testing done at the doctor’s. It was only last night when my Dad discovered that Mom was poisoning him.”
“And he killed her for it,” I finish for him.
He nods, “Strangled her to death for it. I literally caught him maybe two minutes after it happened.”
“What are you doing here then?”
“After I caught him, he tried getting me to help him clean up Mom’s dead body. I walked out of his office and drove straight to Hayes’ and told him everything. I’m done with him. And I think you deserve to know the truth and to get to know me.”
Do I want to get to know him? He’s half of my blood, sure, but I have such a sour taste in my mouth when it comes to him that it’s hard to even be in the same room as him, never mind actually becoming friendly or forming a proper brother and sister relationship.
“I don’t know what to say—” I admit, fidgeting with my fingers.
“I don’t expect you to say anything,” Langley tells me. “Absorb everything I’ve told you and if you ever wanna’ get to know me as Ryder—the guy that I am—then you’ll come find me.”
I nod my head, agreeing that he sounds reasonable.
He takes a step back, and I find myself uttering, “I’m sorry,” before I think about it. “For, y’know—Vivien.”
When he says, “Same to you,” I can’t help but think that there’s little to nothing similar about our experiences with Vivien. For him, seeing Ezra wrap his hands around Vivien’s throat until the life drained from her was the straw that broke the camel’s back. It was the thing that pushed him over the edge and ultimately, turned him against his own father.
I’m not sure that we have the same feelings towards Vivien’s death. The life that I had with her versus the life it sounds like he lived alongside her, are vastly different.
I grew up with a mother who not only didn’t pay me any attention, but who regretted the moment she chose to not abort me. We didn’t grow up wealthy. When my father was alive, we were lower-middle class, which only got worse for me after he died and I was sent away to live with relatives. Vivien never sent money and wherever I lived, it always seemed like we struggled month to month.
Langley—or Ryder, I should maybe call him—grew up with Vivien being absent for the first few years of his life. But those would’ve been moments that he doesn’t remember now, surely. However, when Vivien left me behind and went to live with Ezra and him, she was there for him all the time. It sounds like she acknowledged him as a son and considering he worked for them, I’d assume they more than got along. Langley also grew up in a vastly wealthy setting.
Granted, he’s seen shit that I can’t even begin to imagine. His father is a psychopath and if he strangled Vivien in a place where Langley could’ve walked in at any moment, I’d think Langley’s seen a lot of dark shit over the years. Nate had said that he seemed disassociated when they’d go on jobs together. That Langley seemed desensitized to a lot of the shit that horrified him.
It’s not like it’s a competition or anything. I think it’s safe to say we’ve both been fucked up by Vivien and carry that baggage around with us.
“Ari, there’s more I need to get off my chest,” Hayes speaks up and when I meet his eyes, I see the guilt pooling in them. In fact, he appears as if he’s on the edge of crying. The culpability in him right now is obvious and it causes my heart to skip a beat in nervousness.
There’s more? How could there possibly be more?
First, they tell me that Hayes has been looking into Vivien. I always knew he was examining Ezra—considering we’d spoken about whether Ezra was the reason for Nate ‘s death or not—but since when has he started looking into Vivien?
Second, he tells me that Ezra’s having an affair. With fucking Bratalie, of all people. That one wasn’t a surprise. Ezra’s fucking scum of the earth. Why wouldn’t he add more cheating to his resume?
Then they inform me that, not only is Langley my half-brother, but that Ezra killed Vivien in a fit of rage after he found out she’d been poisoning him.
What the fuck else could he have to tell me? The sky is falling in? The earth’s about to light afire? He’s arresting me?
When I sigh, it comes out shaky. Perhaps this was a bit too much all at once, but I’m anxious and nervous because I honestly don’t have a single fucking clue where Hayes is going with this. I nod my head, an inaudible signal for him to spit it out.
“I had two other partners that I think it’s important you know about.”
“Two?” I think back to how he repeatedly said we while he was explaining shit. It’s not surprising, I caught that right away. But why is it so pertinent?
He confirms it, “There was a man who was a fellow officer who was partnering up with me on this.” The way he states so is a bit awkward, as if he’s avoiding being too descriptive. Like he’s stalling because, with the way he needs to phrase it, it’s a bit weird on the tongue. “When I first started digging up dirt on Ezra, he was undercover. Working for Ezra and feeding the info back to me.”
“He’s dead,” I point out. Hayes seems shocked that I know, but then I reference, “You said was.”
“Ezra killed him.”
Not a surprise. He could’ve died for any number of reasons. Maybe Ezra found out he was an undercover cop. Perhaps he just pissed his boss off. Ezra tends to be a little trigger happy at times.
“Not to sound cold, but what does this have to do with anything? Like, why is it so important that you need to tell me?” I’m just really fucking confused right now.
I notice Hayes take a step back, which prepares me because it shows me that he’s afraid of how I’ll react to what he has to say next. “He was known as Vex, Ari.”
Vex? The Vex?
The dude that was stalking Nate and ultimately fired the bullet that went into Nate ‘s torso, killing him? What the fuck?
He was right in his assumption that I’d lunge at him, because I do just that. I stand to my feet and run to him, but someone’s arms wrap around my waist, stopping me dead in my tracks. “Calm down, Ari. Hear him out.” Chase’s voice is directly beside my ear, telling me he’s the one who’s stopping me from clawing Hayes’ fucking eyes out.
“The fuck you mean that Vex was your partner?” I snap, my voice laced with anger.
As if on cue with my fury, thunder happens so loudly it shakes the house. A downpour that can only be considered torrential begins pounding on the roof.
“He was,” Hayes confirms. “But I had another person helping me with this entire thing.”
“Hayes, you better fuckin’ explain this Vex bullshit! I don’t wanna’ meet your fuckin’ friend until you tell me why your partner killed Nate!” I give another attempt at pushing forward and out of Chase’s grip, but he tightens his hands around my waist. “I swear to fuck Hayes, I’m gonna’ do to you what Ezra did to Vivien.”
“The easiest way to explain all of this is to have my other partner step out.”
Angry, I bite back, “Good. Another person I can strangle the daylights out of.”
Somewhere in the confines of my brain, I realize those words aren’t appropriate at a time like this, but I’m so consumed with rage and puzzlement that I’m not thinking clearly. Fuck, I’m barely thinking at all because all I can focus on is the fact that Hayes just uttered to me that his partner is the reason why Nate ‘s dead.
“You can come out!” Hayes shouts over my shoulder.
I begin to hear footsteps, but since my back is to the hallway and Chase’s grip is tight around my waist, I’m unable to see who it is. I wouldn’t be surprised if Hayes lied about Vex’s death and it’s Vex approaching right now.
I hear the thumping from the person’s steps until they stop maybe ten feet behind me.
“Hi, Babygirl.”
That’s his voice.
And I swear to fuck that I’m imagining the sound of him until I can make out the scent of his cologne.
Nate.
I can smell him. Just him. Amongst all the various scents in the room, it’s somehow only Nate in my lungs, in my every breath. I’m immediately drawn like a magnet. It unnerves and confuses me, but something in his presence, so close to me, also soothes me.
It isn’t possible. I saw it with my own fucking eyes. The gun. The broken window. The blood. I watched as he lost consciousness. I witnessed the pain he was in.
As I spin to face the voice, I come to find a ghost of my past. The very man who’s haunted me and tormented me during my dreams. For months he did so, until I finally managed to purge him from my veins, my visions, my dreams, and my memories.
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