Cadillac Pocketbook 소설 & 이야기

“Let’s go now, please. I have an early morning class.” Hunter’s sharp eyes softened just a little as he nodded. He led the way out of the house, and I followed in silence. Hunter’s car was parked at the entrance—a sleek, obsidian-black Rolls-Royce Cullinan. Its polished surface gleamed under the morning light like a mirror, and the custom chrome detailing caught every eye. The interior was just as extravagant—soft black leather seats, gold accents, and a subtle, clean scent of leather and cedarwood. It was more a statement of power than just a car.

She turned away and changed the subject, "What kind of Cadillac is this?" I was impressed she identified the vehicle. But maybe I shouldn't have been surprised, given her overall bad-assness-I didn't know many females who loved tattoos, combat boots, and motorcycles. She couldn't have been more perfect for me. I answered, "Escalade ESV. It's been customized by Becker Automotive Design." She nodded thoughtfully, running her fingertips over the folded burl wood aviation table tucked into the side panel as her eyes traveled slowly around the interior, ending on the open partition separating us from the driver. She quirked an eyebrow. "A privacy divider?"

The starting point on Axios and the energy I feel from him. I slip into a simple forest green dress, let my hair down, and grab my purse. I have to pause when I open the drawer our car keys are kept in and a smile tugs at my lips because I own cars now. Not just one, but a number of them. I pick the one to the peach limited edition Cadillac and head out the door, locking the room as I go in behind me. I’m halfway down the second floor when I see Diane furiously whispering with Fen.

Nico took center stage, mic in hand, pacing between the cars like a showman. “Gentlemen...and ladies,” Nico started, his voice smooth as vodka. “These aren’t just rides; they’re fortresses. Take the Cadillac Escalade Chairman Package: 6.2L V8 engine, 682 horsepower, armored to B7 level, stops AK-47 rounds cold. Self-sealing fuel tank, run-flat tires, and a top speed of 120 mph even under fire.” An Italian buyer, burly with a gold watch, nodded appreciatively. “Impressive. What about the electronics?”

Call: +1 202 555 0147 My breath caught. My eyes remained fixed on the message for a second. I quickly crumpled the paper and shoved it back into my pocket. I straightened up as if nothing ever happened. Then I increased my pace to meet my boss before we reached the main garage of the hospital. The journey from the hospital back home was too calm. I sat with Boss on his right-hand side. Tim sat on his left, while Boss sat between the two of us. We were in his favorite 2025 Cadillac Escalade.

I point at him without taking my eyes off the cars. “Shut up.” I hear him laugh. I turn slowly. “So which one is yours?” Lucas tilts his head toward the far corner. A red Bugatti Chiron sits there like Tony Stark himself handcrafted it personally. It's a fine piece of sleek curves, aggressive lines, and pure arrogance on wheels. “That one’s my favorite,” he says casually. “Among all the cars my father left at my disposal, he uses only the Cadillac Escalade.” I stare at him.

A keyboard. "Jacob it's not needed." "You are leaving, how can I not bring a present?" "Your time with us is more precious than this." "So, you're not accepting it?" He quirked his brow. "No, I am keeping this. Thank you." I said politely. "And for you." He said to Adam and took out a square box. He quickly opened it. It was a model of the fastest car Bugatti Chiron. Our eyes went wide on that. We both cocked our head in his direction with a surprised face.

I took a shaky step forward, but before I could act, the sound of screeching tires filled the air. A sleek, obsidian-black Pagani Huayra BC, a car worth more than I could ever dream of, pulled up to the curb in front of the academy. It screamed wealth and power, reminding me of the life I had once touched but could never have anymore. The door flew open, and a man stepped out, dressed in a perfectly tailored charcoal-colored suit. He held a beautiful life-sized doll In his hand, delicate and pink, with unique details that looked like it had been custom-made.

Just wash up, pick one of my suits, don it, and get the hell out of here. At the parking lot, I noticed that my Cadillac had been cleaned already. I nod at the bubusboynd get in. I push a button under the glove compartment and retrieve a Colt Python. Check the magazine to see if it's full and wedging it behind the waistband of my trousers isn't a friendly visit. I'm certain a lot of enemies are going to be in attendance. One notable family in particular. I gun the engine, put the car into drive, and tear through the streets of North Chicago.

No, they were coming from a lot of cars! Cadell raised his head and looked out of Flowers Garden. He saw many luxurious cars stopping outside the garden one after another, and he could not see the end of it. It was as though the whole road was occupied by the luxurious cars. Every car was worth more than $3,000,000. There were so many cars. How many hundred millions would one need to buy them? Compared with the luxurious cars, the motorcycles owned by Cadell and his gang were childish like electronic toys.