Chainsaw Won't Idle Novels & Stories

I took a long, slow look at the engine. "The timing is off by at least two degrees," I said, my voice projecting through the cavernous space. "The primary chain is dragging, and whoever worked on this fuel injector clearly learned their trade from a YouTube tutorial and a prayer." The garage went silent. Tank’s face turned a shade of purple that matched his club tattoos. "Listen here, Chen. Just because the VP has a soft spot for your old man’s ghost doesn't mean you get to walk in here and "

I tilted my head, considering the options as I let my fingers trail over the cold metal of the chainsaw in my hand. For a brief second, I saw the hesitation in his eyes—the flicker of fear—but then he steeled himself, his expression hardening into defiance. “You can all go to hell,” he spat. “I’m not telling you anything.” I exhaled slowly, feigning disappointment. “Very well then. Suit yourself.” With an indifferent shrug, I gripped the chainsaw’s handle and yanked the cord. The engine roared to life, its sharp teeth glinting as I took a step toward him. The scent of burning fuel filled the air.

Luciano’s POV “Did you fix the chainsaw?” Lindsie looks up from the tool, his fingers slick with dark fluid. He gives the cord a sharp pull. The engine coughs, sputters, and then settles into a rhythmic, angry growl that vibrates through the concrete floor of the basement. He holds it up, the metal teeth catching the overhead light. It is ready. I should be focused on the task, but my mind is still echoing with the sound of Alanza’s laughter.