Convoy Lyrics Novels & Stories

Jax growled, “Then we better make him.” Then Ace’s voice crackled through the earpiece. “Heads up. Got something up ahead— a stopped convoy, and it looks recent.” Nolan’s eyes narrowed behind his sunglasses. “Convoy?” “Yeah,” Ace said. “Two big trucks and a bus. They have got paintings and peace signs on the sides—some kind of youth outreach thing.” Ashley frowned. “Out here?” “Middle of nowhere,” Ace said. “And no sign of movement yet.” His tone made everyone tense.

He looked at Hayley, the corner of his lips lifting slightly, something restrained and restless flickering in his eyes. After about an hour on the road, the convoy came to a stop. They had reached a canyon wedged between two ridges. The moment they arrived, they spotted another vehicle ahead, half-stuck at the edge of a cliff. "Boss, that's from Convoy Seven," Leonard said immediately. He was the first to jump out of the car, jogging over to the vehicle with one set of wheels hanging off the edge. He leaned in to check inside, his voice tightening. "It's Derek's truck!"

“If someone reaches for you today, I will let them reach far enough to show me their arm.” The van’s engine thrummed, a low animal sound. “One,” Ty said. Jack tapped the plexiglass twice—the driver’s cue. Outside, somewhere along a corridor of road people used every day without thinking, a camera blinked, a traffic signal held yellow a hair too long, a maintenance man tested a door that wasn’t supposed to open. Convoy One rolled. “Here we go,” Lisa breathed from her roof. “Eyes up.” “Systems green,” Ty said. “Nothing exotic yet.”

"Inside me… Deep inside me." Reece closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Her carnal request seared his senses and came damn close to crippling his resilience. "I don't have any condoms…” he said with a strength that nearly killed him. “So, I can’t make love to you. Not the way you want me to." They were the hardest words he'd ever spoken, considering he knew he had a few packets in the bathroom's medicine cabinet. A desperate sound filled the darkened room, and Amara writhed against his hold.

The night pressed heavy over the industrial district. Rusted hulks of abandoned machines loomed like forgotten giants, the wind carrying the acrid scent of oil and dust. From their vantage point atop a crumbling overpass, William studied the road below through a scope. “Convoy in two minutes,” Adrian murmured beside him, his tone calm but sharp with focus. He adjusted the comm in his ear. “Sir, four trucks. Two lead security jeeps. Tail vehicle looks armored.”

A little sympathy, I hope you can show me If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly Cold skin, drag my feet on the tile As I'm walking down the corridor And I know we haven't talked in a while So I'm looking for an open door Don't cut me down, throw me out, leave me here to waste I once was a man with dignity and grace Now I'm slippin' through the cracks of your cold embrace So please, please Could you find a way to let me down slowly? A little sympathy, I hope you can show me If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly Let me down, down, let me down, down, let me down If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly

“Anybody wey wan fight you Make them come They already know I'll be right beside you Like the wall of Jericho They don't know They don't know They don't know what's going on Muna gi so Muna gi so, muna gi so, my baby boo I'll be a soldier for you I'm getting better in kung-fu You should know I got you And you don't need to get me too I'll be right beside you In anything that you do If you ever need saving I will be running to Running, running, running to you I'll be running to you Running, running, running to you Anywhere that you go to Running, running, running to you

The convoy turned around on the overpass and sped towards the port. Lightning split the sky over Manhattan. At the port, the 7th container area was bathed in darkness. A red light flashed on a container. A mechanical voice echoed from the loudspeaker. “Welcome to hell.” “My dear sister.” “And my brother - in - law.”

When he finally spoke, his voice was so quiet it was almost lost beneath the storm. "They're not following us..." A long pause settled over the car. "They've already decided we're not getting home." **** The convoy turned off the main road and slipped into a deserted industrial district where abandoned warehouses loomed like silent giants beneath the storm. Rain poured from the heavens, drumming against the armored roofs. The street was empty. Too empty. Then....... A deafening screech tore through the night. A massive cargo truck skidded sideways, its trailer folding across the narrow road until it completely blocked the convoy's path.

The question was, where and when? As the convoy moved out, I rode alongside them with my Dad, Luca Draven. We've done hundreds of these shipments. But today seems different, the silence in the car, the unease, it all pointed to something bad coming our way. "Dante," Alex's voice finally crackled over the radio, breaking my reverie. "We're coming up on the intersection. No one's in sight, so far." I leaned forward in my seat, my hand clenching on the armrest as I peered ahead through smoked windows. "Stay alert," I said, sharper than I'd meant to.