A Black Mass Over Highway Ninety Novels & Stories

Interstate 95. 3:00 AM. The rain blurred the streetlights into streaks of neon. A convoy of three armored prison trucks smashed through the police barricade, sending patrol cars spinning off the road. "We are clear," Zero sat in the passenger seat of the lead truck, holding a stolen radio. "ETA to the docks: twenty minutes." "Boss! Bogey at six o'clock!" The driver yelled. Zero looked in the side mirror. A pair of xenon headlights cut through the rain. A low, aggressive growl of a V12 engine shook the asphalt.

On the frontage road running parallel to the highway. A motorcycle. A black Harley, running without lights. It jumps the median. The bike goes airborne, clearing the grass divider. It lands on the highway with a bone-jarring thud, sparks flying from the kickstand. The rider doesn't wobble. He doesn't slow down. He leans into the throttle, the bike screaming like a banshee. Drakon.

’Good morning staffs, I would very much like to make this meeting a very short one’ The manager tells us. ‘For the new staffs who do not know the boss, this is mr. Jones Black, C.E.O of Mars private hospital, which you all know has branches all over the continent’. The manager says, addressing the fine piece of art beside him. Mr. Black just waves at us, a light smile on his lips which makes my breath hitch. I know I am sounding like a hopeless romantic right now but I can’t deny the attraction I feel towards this man. ‘Oh. My. God! He looks even more stunning with that smile’. Goldie says, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she stares dreamingly at Mr. Black.

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Then Valentine's long-awaited war with Belmonte and his chance for personal revenge would be lost. Once again, only the sound of the old engine filled the car. Learning that Valentine and Jerry considered the possibility of another attack to be quite high, Eugene's body tensed up again. Perhaps due to the tension causing adrenaline to be released, the aching pain in his body had disappeared. Highway 495 was a six-lane road with generally heavy traffic. Low concrete blocks divided the center line, so there was almost no possibility of an attacker's car rushing at them from the opposite direction like earlier.

I turned around and saw a black escalade pass the car behind us and come in behind us. "Who was that?" "It was Brodie. He forgot to tell me something is all." I kept glancing back and the escalade stayed with us and then parked across the street from the funeral home. "Something was up and those two were keeping it from me."

The black SUV purred through the quiet Chicago streets, city lights sliding across the windows like liquid gold. Henry’s hand rested on Andrea’s thigh, fingers tracing slow, absent circles that sent little sparks racing up her skin. In the back seat, Mindy and Marcus were still riding the high of their narrow escape, voices overlapping in easy laughter.

POV: Jovan Bradford The engine of my black sedan roared, a predatory growl echoing against the empty stretch of the Florida coastal highway. I didn't give a damn about the speed limit. The needle climbed, blurring past eighty, then ninety, as I pushed the machine to its absolute limit. My knuckles were white against the leather steering wheel. My eyes darted across the asphalt, scanning every vehicle that dared to share the road with me. Where are you, Evelyn?

The driver calls out in pure panic, “Gage, wake your body up, look right in front of our path…” Ahead of our wheels, a sleek, giant black pack transport blocks the dirt road completely, trapping our vehicle in a tight vice.

My underboss appeared at once and bowed his head. "Send her to the Blackwood family," I ordered. "Tell their Don I am giving him a gift to settle our old grievance. He can trade her for territory or send her to the red-light district. If she ever steps within ten miles of Colombo territory again, execute her on sight." "James, no!" Angelina wailed, reaching toward me. "You cannot! The Blackwood Don is a monster!" "Be grateful I left you alive," I said, my voice deadly quiet. "If I discover you had even more to do with Leticia's disappearance than I suspect, I will come kill you myself."