Car 2 Ending Novels & Stories

She started having a headache and thought that she was going to faint. Finally, her journey ends and she reach home. Before she could get out, she needed to fix herself to look the way before she got into the car. So, she wipes her tears from her cheeks, but they were unstoppable. She wipes her tears again and cuts the engine. She gets out of the car and sees Aaron's car. He had Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren Roadster; it was so beautiful. Everybody loved his car and of course Sara as well. She walks toward Aaron's car and he lowers his window's mirror.

"Let's go." Mort commanded in a cold voice. Klauss obeyed and they left the place and drove back home. They were a distance away from the abandoned building when the impala on which Narco and the twin were riding exploded. Not far from the explosion, a black Bugatti car was hidden in the wild bushes and shrubs, was the real one tailing them, but Narco's impala unknowingly preceded him. "It's your lucky night. Next time, I will make sure your demise is inevitable, Mr. Aslanov," said the mysterious person who has smiling maniacally, eyes gleaming wickedly.

Richard said, but Clara doesn't hear their discussions, but she thought they have settled and felt abandoned, “That Is the car parked there, an Infinity sports car with four doors, I bought It from a friend relocating abroad, and I only drove It twice and It has been parked since then,” Richard said, “do you like It?“ he asked, “yes, I like It, It Is portable,” Celine said, and she drove out of the compound, and Richard return to the living room where she met Clara shaking her legs and tears dripping down her eyes, “what it is now?“ Richard asked, “she has gone forever, she will never come back to my life again, only me and you till death do us part,” Richard said,

I’d let a simple daydream, a childish desire for a nice car, almost get me killed. Carlos gave my shoulder a firm squeeze before moving past me, his weapon trained on the body. He nudged it with his boot, a hard, professional motion, ensuring it was truly dead. It was. The one good eye was vacant, staring at nothing. “Clear,” he said, his voice grim. It was then that we heard it. A sound that, under any other circumstances, would have been a relief, but now felt like a death knell. From the service bay, the Toyota Corolla sputtered, coughed, and then, with a wheezing, protesting roar, rumbled to life. The engine was loud, clattery, and unhealthy-sounding, but it was running.

The luxury car continued its journey beneath the dim glow of London’s streetlights, carrying the world’s most influential couple away from the noise of industry and toward the gates of the eternal happiness they had fought so long and hard to secure. END OF CHAPTER 225.

I kept going anyway, Claire did mention I would see at least two coffee shops before seeing homes and she was right. I had actually started seeing homes after the first coffee shop but they looked deep into the woody area. And after the second coffee shop I picked up the map again. ‘they would be at the second coffee shop waiting. Abandon the vehicle there and take the bush path few feet away from the store. Your home is the only cabin within that vicinity, don’t forget to leave this note on the back seat so the men would be certain it’s your car.’ I guess the message was as clear as day.

Both parties appeared to have reached an agreement as they joyfully closed the deal. “Alright! We are leaving now! Let’s go, buddies! Let's go home to split the money!” Before they departed, Scarface glared at the carriage and smacked his lips unwillingly, “What a shame! I didn't get to touch her waist!” Not long after, the pick-up truck’s engine started again.

I smiled at the dark idea and without putting much thoughts into my plans i let the bullet hit the tyres of their car. "Who fired the shots?" The driver yelled while they looked around trying to figure out where the sound came from instead of realizing that their lives were flashing right in front of them. I shook my head at their stupidity and watched the car fall down the cliff and take all their lives to their respective resting place. "Good riddance Maja" I commended myself and got up from the rough ground. I pulled my phone out from my pocket to see it had been destroyed making me curse out in frustration. How do I find my way back?

A second one followed immediately. I ignored his desperate calls, pulled out the SIM card, and snapped it in two. The plastic shards slipped through my fingers, a fitting mirror of our shattered mate bond. The light turned green, and our cars drove off in different directions. I took one last look in the rearview mirror. Adrian's car was still parked where it had been. He tried to get out and run after me, but traffic blocked his way. My car drove further and further away until his figure was swallowed by the night.

I heard four doors slam shut on the other car. Backing out of the space with all the ease of a Sunday drive, I merged into the short line of traffic exiting from the car park. In my rearview mirror, I saw the other car and its passengers go the other way. Bopping my head to a silent beat as two cop cars sailed by, we were on our way before the cops ever knew to look for us somewhere else. "Well done," Mas said. I nodded. Kept driving. We finished the trip in silence. Once we didn't have to worry about anyone following us, and being in a different vehicle, the trip went by pretty quickly. But I would be disposing of the car at the earliest opportunity regardless.