Cruz On Cars 3 Novels & Stories

-Mariza gets out of the car, and gets ready to get into another one that will take her home- "Mariza, one last thing, if you make me look like a cheap whore again, with someone else, I will cut your private parts with a scalpel, he went to test my virginity and you ruined everything, asshole. -I shut the car door with great force. Maria de la Cruz, not only had three more incognito apartments, and that of course she had not rented in her name, so that the system would not give her away, but she had also bought a range of cars, in which she put different drivers, and paid them very well, so that they would be at her complete disposal, she knew the world she was getting into, and she also kne

The streets filled with the sound of screeching tires and the smell of burning rubber, into the alley. Three cars, a silver Nissan, a white Toyota and one I wasn't expecting, a red mustang. The red mustang was my brothers and that didn't make sense to me. I stopped just short enough not to hit the Nissan, and two men came out. Camino, and Dee. The two out of three triplets that worked for my father, the only difference between the three is that Camino has a deep scar straight across his chubby face.

’ Javier gruntled in his mind. Poor Javier was the one in hell now. He was subjected to a melange of verbal abuses, but he coolly flicked his cigarette butt to the ground and smiled at Bryan. “The owner of this car has Third Party Property Damage insurance. 300,000 dollars in total. Your family could earn that if you’re genuinely hurt,” he said. “You want this money? Then stay right where you are. Don’t move. I’ll run you over, and you’ll strike it rich!” Javier got back into the car and started the engine once more. He stomped on the accelerator, and the car growled like a mechanical T-Rex.

Many looked at each other in astonishment. If they were not seeing things, there were three cars passing through that very narrow bend just now, and one of them was facing car No.3. Normally, it would have been a tragedy, but now... When they looked at the screen, the car did not even scratch car No.3, and when they thought of the strange thing that had flown over, everyone fell into deep silence. There was only one car with a purple front, and that was the No.16 Koenigsegg.

No pulse. "Damn it," I growled, my voice sounding like gravel. The ambush had been fast. Three cars had blocked the narrow mountain pass just as the sun went down. They didn't look like Council men; they wore the tactical gear of the Cruz syndicate—remnants who had survived the warehouse fire and wanted blood. They had fired directly into our engine block, sending us spinning over the edge of the dirt road.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

Behind us, the headlights vanished in smoke. I gasped, choking on the smell of burning rubber. “What the hell was that?” “Cruz knew this might happen,” the driver said simply. “He packed the car with toys.” The words hit like a punch. Cruz. Always thinking two steps ahead. Always planning, even for a night like this. I pressed my forehead to the glass, tears hot in my eyes. “You better be alive, Maddox. You hear me? You better fight.” The driver didn’t speak. He just pushed the car harder, deeper into the night.

It was like taking a tour in places I had not been in before. The auto mall parking lot was filled with lost a of people and shining cars glimmering in the sun. I paid the cabbie as we got down. I think my nose was still twisted from the smell when I hit pavement; it was hot, baking up through my shoes before I took a step. “This is it?” I asked. “This is where the other ninety nine percent comes?” Roman Cruz looked like a kid loose in an amusement park. “Yep!” He led the way to a row of sensible, boxy sedans. “Look at this. Good gas mileage. Low profile. Reliable.” He ran a hand over the hood of a beige one like it was a thoroughbred horse.

ENZO MORETTI Senator Cruz arrived in a convoy of three cars. We watched as they parked, their movements precise and deliberate. The night served as their perfect cover, men in dark suits moving through the shadows along a path no one else dared to follow. The club was private—strictly members only. Senator Cruz didn’t waste a second getting into the elevator and through the double doors. Marco and I had our guns tucked securely in our pouches. We’d also brought along a few extra weapons, just in case.

"Please Merce, we need to talk." Nathan Legend arrived at the club car park. While he was parking his car, another one caught his attention. It was the Chevrolet Cruze owned by the hit and run driver. He knew that the driver was somewhere but he didn't have a face to the car. He took his phone and snapped the car number, then made his way into the club.