Convoy Lyrics Novels & Stories

Friends I had only just met became companions of war. Luca stood by the window and watched the city as night folded like a curtain. He seemed to carry the future on his shoulders and not bend. “You okay?” I asked. He turned to me and something like tenderness touched his face. “I’m with you.” The words felt small against the enormity of what we were about to do, but they steadied me. I had learned to drink small things like that as if they were rare liquor. We left at midnight. The convoy moved through the city like a current—coordinated, silent, purposeful. No one in the streets could guess the tiny revolution we carried in the steel trunks of our cars. We rode with our windows up and our h

But I've got you, you, you, you, you, you, hey And you've got me, me, me, me, too Like we're buckled and preparing before the crash Like we're walking down a road of broken glass Now if we defeat all odds And it was us against the world You can count on me You know I'd have your back God, it hurts to be human Without you I'd be losing And someday we'll face the music God, it hurts to be human But I've got you, you, you, you, you, you (Hey) And you've got me, me, me, me, too But I've got you, you, you, you, you, you (Hey) And you've got me, me, me, me, too Hope flows away If you could spend a day in my shoes Your mind would change If you'd known what I've gone through We want the same (Yeah,

“Lead the way” Lorenzo said. “Alright sir” Mr Gun said with a bow “men get the convoy ready, we are heading out this minute, do not waste a second” he said again as he commanded his men. Immediately activity increased as doors opened and communications buzzed, every soldiers moved into designated positions and within moments the convoy was fully operational. In less than two minutes Mr Gun’s men got the convoy ready as Lorenzo and his men entered the convoy with his fifty men squad all heavily fortified from head to toe.

The door closed behind them, and the room felt colder without Kat in it. I turned back to the table. “Let’s finish this. For Beth. For Kat. For every girl they thought they could break.” The room was quiet again, but this time it was focused. Tactical. I pointed to the map Sarah had sent. “Convoy leaves Presidio at midnight. Two semis, loaded with girls and product. Liam and Boris are riding escort.” Matteo leaned over the table. “They’ll stop in Oklahoma. Halfway between Jasper and the border.”

Ethan smiled. “You already saw it.” Inside the penthouse Leo zoomed the signal source. Then his face changed. “Oh.” Daniel asked, “Where is it?” Leo whispered slowly. “The convoy.” Inside the vault Marcus looked stunned. “The trucks.” Leo nodded. “The lead vehicle.” The camera feed opened again. The armored convoy was entering the city limits now. At the front— A black command truck. Inside it… The EMP broadcast system. Daniel whispered, “So if that truck stops…” Leo nodded.

“And we need to meet him. Tonight, if possible.” I glanced at the clock on the wall, then back at Grant. “Fine. I’ve got nothing else going on.” “Good.” His smile was sharp, almost satisfied. “Let’s get moving, then.” That evening, the convoy rolled out, a quiet but deadly line of black SUVs cutting through the dusk. The streets were empty, the kind of silence that made you feel like something was watching from the shadows. I sat in the passenger seat of the lead car, my fingers drumming against my knee as the city blurred past.

I inhaled through my nose, trying to force logic into place, but the image in my mind—Bella somewhere in the dark, pregnant, exposed—kept burning through reason. “She’s strong,” I muttered. It was half reminder, half a prayer. “Stronger than you,” Enzo replied quietly. The thought settled in my chest like a weight and a lifeline at once. The convoy rolled to a stop behind a fortress of rusted cargo containers near the docks. The air smelled of salt, metal, old rope. Lights flickered in the distance, broken by long shadows cast between the stacked containers. Marco moved ahead with two men, scanning. A beat later: “Clear.”

Your name, your face, your voice That sweet look you gave me Because of the way you look at me, my love I'm starting to miss the chapter we wrote together. Every time, every day, I'm afraid of missing you Every time, every night, you keep on running away. Every time, every day, I'm afraid of missing you ~ every time, every night, do you keep on running away? Shouts of chants and cheers erupted. People hold a light stick in their hands as they wave along with the melody. Instrumental music played while Everly took the mic from the mic stand.

Our fleet of SUVs moved like shadows across the city, destination locked, hearts heavy. I rode beside Bruno in the lead vehicle. Neither of us spoke for a while. There was nothing left to say. Just action. A crackle came through the radio. Dominic’s voice. “Visual confirmed. Convoy’s on route. We’re in position.” “Copy that,” I replied. “Let me know when the girls are safe.” “We’ll get them out. You focus on Clara.” I stared out the window as the skyline faded into industrial sprawl. My mind drifted to the way Clara smiled when she thought no one was watching. To the feel of her hands in mine as we lay together at night.

The second peels off when he realizes what the convoy is—too heavy to crack cleanly, too coordinated to surprise twice. “Home,” I say. “No more detours.” We ride in taut quiet until the mansion’s private gate swallows us. Steel levels down. The convoy exhales. So do I.