Cars 1 Dinoco Novels & Stories

Dante, Nico, and I stood on the pier, watching cranes lift each one, sleek, bulletproof monsters disguised as luxury. Dante’s hand rested possessively on my lower back, his fingers tracing lazy circles through my silk blouse. “These are gonna bleed the buyers dry,” Nico said, grinning as the last car, a matte-black Mercedes G63 AMG, touched down. “Voronin outdid himself. Every spec’s top-tier, armored glass that stops .50 cal, self-sealing tires, the works.” Dante nodded, his eyes on the lineup. “Get them to the showroom, caro. No scratches.”

Someone in the crowd recognized the person stepping out of the lead vehicle and gasped. “How on earth is this nightmare here…” The person stopped in front of me, her voice ice-cold. “Which car did you want smashed?”

Andy just smiled coolly and said nothing. He took a crystal wind chime from his jacket pocket and handed it to Sonia. "On your wedding day, hang this on your car's rearview mirror. When the driver sees it, he'll know you're my bride. He'll make sure you get to me safe and sound." Sonia took the wind chime. She was so ecstatic, she couldn't say a word. When I saw that wind chime, I lowered my gaze and gave a bitter, silent smile. Andy's mother had given me that wind chime when Andy and I got engaged, saying it was a gift for her future daughter-in-law. I had always kept it carefully in my jewelry box; I only took it out to admire it every day.

“I’ll send another driver. Stay where you are. Nothing would go wrong. Please don’t get in any car but the one I send. Got it?” “Okay. Hurry, please.” He hung up and I felt a little better. Darcy would fix it. A text from him: Driver named James. Black Honda Civic. Plate 7XYZ-234. Give him time, like in five minutes he’ll be there. Don’t get in any other car. “Okay, Pink,” I said, forcing brightness. “Our ride is coming. A few more minutes, okay?” “Please Ms Adrian, can we get McDonald’s on the way?” she asked with hopeful eyes.

The car would still pass from time to time, it would also stop at my school in the morning. It was a very special car since it was so expensive, unlike the other cars that were parked in our neighborhood. The windows were foamed as well, and I even remember the car's plate number. It was ' 1784 DX'. **************

There were four vehicles parked closer to the entrance of the compound: a black Lamborghini Aventador, an orange Pagani Zonda Cinque, a blue McLaren p1 and a gray minivan, all arranged in that order from the entrance. The first three cars made Carol smile when she had walked into the compound, recalling how the person she was meeting here had loved being behind the wheel, despite the fact that he had the same power as hers. A power that didn't necessitate the use of cars for transport. The minivan sort of surprised her though. A pile of logs set up a few feet away from the cars caught her attention and that was when she saw him. He had been splitting firewood with an axe when he had heard a

But something was different when Dom came here. As I approached his cabin, I saw an unfamiliar vehicle. It's a black car with four small intertwined circles on the back. The car looked shiny and expensive. Does Dom own that car? I walked on the porch and knocked on the wooden door. Taking me by surprise, the door moved when I knocked. It was already opened. Holding the box of cookies, I decided to step inside. I slowly walked the hallway into the living room, where I saw two figures...talking. I stopped in my track and hid behind a wall.

I finally leaned closer to Dad, needing his warmth and strength. "Vulcan neck pinch, huh?" said the Detective Winchester finally. "That's a new one. Sure you don't want to change your story?" His obvious skepticism made my face redden. Dad cleared his throat and the detective's eyes shot toward him, narrowing. "Okay," he gave in, leaning back in his seat. Dad nodded with approval. "What about Dante's car, Ms. Parker. Can you describe it to me?" I shrugged. "It was a Blue Suburu WRX, STI, I think. Leather trimmed upholstery."

She cradled Draco in the backseat, feeling the soft rise and fall of his breath against her chest, a small comfort amid the chaos. Damien gripped the steering wheel with white-knuckled intensity, his jaw locked as he maneuvered the vehicle with ruthless efficiency. His focus remained on the road, but she could sense the storm brewing beneath his carefully restrained exterior. Behind them, Nico and Lorenzo followed closely in separate vehicles, their presence an unspoken reminder that this battle was far from over.

028 Brianna Pounds The headlights of Nico's matte grey Lamborghini mingled with the glow of the black Maybach across the expanse of the driveway. Mom and I strode toward Nico, who stood at the forefront of his car. Dad’s back was turned as they remained lost in conversation until Nico’s eyes shifted, taking us in. Jack turned at the same time. His smile widened as he looked at me and then at Lydia, who walked by my side. Nico walked toward us, cutting through the space between.