Cruz Ramirez Cars On The Road Novels & Stories

She was rigid, her head bowed, her sunglasses reflecting the chaotic bursts of light. They were five steps from the car now. The driver, a new guy named Russo, had the back door open. Russo looked terrified. He was holding his phone up, trying to record the crowd, maybe for liability, maybe out of panic. The screen of the driver’s phone was bright in the gloom. Liam’s eyes caught the headline displayed on a news alert before he could look away. WHERE WERE THE CROSSES? Secret Honeymoon While AVA Stock Plummets?

She said bowing her head Ashe walked out the door. Walking to the garage, he once again was shocked by what he saw. Cars of different colors and sizes filled the garage. He had thought he would just drive out in the car he drove in last night, but seeing what he had seen, he quickly changed his mind. He walked around the garage, trying to pick the one he would drive. His eyes finally landed on a red car that was really close to the ground. It looked really sleek. According to Jake's memories, it was a Lamborghini Urus in the color Rosso Mars. Rodriguez went around it, admiring its beauty before telling the garage worker standing there to get him the keys as he threw the other ones to him. Im

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.

Ramirez slammed his foot down on the accelerator. This was it. The moment this whole war bent toward hell. And he was driving straight into the center of it. “Delgado…” Ramirez growled under his breath, lightning flashing across his windshield. “…let’s see how you bleed.”

When Ramsy leads us outside, his hand firmly on the small of my back, I decide that "car" is not the appropriate term for his vehicle. It's a limousine. Not a stretch one. But a sleek, elongated black town car with two benches of seating that face each other. Climbing into the rear of the limousine, I take one side, Ramsy takes the other—and Curtis promptly begins switching sides every thirty seconds.

The next day, I maneuver my luxurious Mercedes-Benz into the parking lot. As usual, it is the center of attention on the campus, with heads turning to admire my baby for the umpteenth time. Alongside Alpha Romero and Beta Jace's Cadillac Escalade and Maserati Levante Trofeo, my ride is the most expensive in the car park, but actually in the pack as well.

The sound of death was near, almost within earshot. Raymond immediately stepped on the gas, and the car sped up, running as fast as possible. Henry narrowed his eyes. These two cowards, how could they dare to come out to kidnap him? "Don't panic, if you don't want to die, listen to my commands and drive!" On the DC Bridge, five cars were chasing each other. Luckily, this car was a Lexus limited edition sports model. It had excellent performance and enough horsepower to easily leave the other four cars behind if driven at full speed.

“ Taxis are very old fashioned and not cool at all . There’s no way I am taking another taxi ever again unless it’s very urgent . “ said Amra checking her phone . “ With what should we drive then , spoiled lady with cool taste ? “ said Alex . “ Just like a certain kid is holding the luggage , I am also doing some work . “ said Amra with a smirk . At that moment , the noise of a car was heard . Ayla and Aron turned their heads and remained shocked when they saw the latest model of the Lamborghini Urus coming towards them . “ That……. “ said Ayla confused . “ That is our car . Come one guys . “ said Amra with a smile . The car stopped in front of them and Amra ordered the driver to place their

“And you, Ximena Antonio, are built for hurricanes.” She held his gaze. “And what exactly do you want, Mr. Cruz?” His eyes glinted. “Let’s just say I never approach someone without reason. Tonight, I wanted to see you in person. To judge if you’re as sharp as the rumours claim.” “And?” she asked, arching a brow. He leaned in slightly, voice quiet. “You’re sharper.” Miguel sat at his desk, scrolling through the photos his private investigator had sent. His blood ran cold at one in particular.

____ ~THREE DAYS LATER~ A private jet landed in Quezon city and two passengers alighted off it with several staffs who bore many gifts for the family they were paying a visit to. Naturally, the passengers were none other than Brenda and Carlo Rodriguez, owners of the powerful CR's Luxury and many more other assets, left them by their late parents. Including those they built up themselves. Several escort cars already waiting, recieved them and drove them all the way to the Rivera's residence.