Cruz Ramirez Cars On The Road Novels & Stories

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.

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.

The figure cursed and kicked the car door, slamming it shut with a loud thud before he stormed off. Four hundred yards later found the man standing in front of a black Bugatti Chiron. And it was the exact same car that Liam Smith had driven on the night of Vincent Rodriguez’s murder.

The wide road spread across the long deserted road, with a few cars seldom crossing the street. His careless road crossing made him pay for something big, something he did not expect. His blinking eyes, wet with all this grief eating him up inside, tears trickled every time he smudged them dry. He peeked through his blurring vision, a strong light dashing to him. Not understanding why this might be, his figure halted at the point. The moment he knew what came running to him, it was late. A black Lamborghini car ran forward, honking madly. It crashed right onto him and braked a few feet away. Ryan already dropped to the ground, gasping and rolling over the side. His head crashed against the r

“Your family's crazy. How'd I get trapped here chasing another man man with one beside me?” “Maybe,” I reply calmly. “But I’m right. He's gonna have to come down from the truck soon.” The road opens slightly and I see two vehicles ahead, angled awkwardly. Aksel’s car with Kavev’s behind it. They’re trying to block him. The truck ahead brakes hard. “Now,” I say. Antonio doesn’t argue anymore. He grips the wheel, lines us up, and drives straight forward. I lean into the motion, my teeth bared. And then I push my body forward as Antonio rams our truck into Cross Kryne’s truck.

Ramirez hissed under his breath. Felix sniggered. "Well, see you later boss" Ramirez said getting to his feet. Felix nods at him, before he sauntered of his office. He got into his car outside and drove straight to the airport, there he got into one of their private jets that flew him straight to Mexico. He got out of his car and sauntered into Serrano's company. He stepped out of the elevator and heaved a sigh once at the door of Serrano's office.

' the anger she felt made her chest ache like crazy, as her nails dug into her palm. "Cruz, fucking stop it, he's gonna die." Frost was quick to pull Cruz away from Bryan who had gone unconscious already, bleeding all over, especially his nose. "Damn..." Cruz's hand raked through his hair before he walked towards Charvie pulling her with him out of the corridor. A Ferrari 812 super fast car slashed through the night wind of a lonely road in a frenzy, only the roaring of the engine could be heard.

I welcomed the soft breeze that drifted from my car window, longing to travel as I gazed over the vineyards that spanned the horizon. “I wait here, miss.” Carlos spoke firmly as I exited the black vehicle. “Grazie, Carlos.” I smiled back at his poor English. He readjusted his dark sunglasses and even darker suit before holding his fists together in front of his legs. Carlos looked like a mobster handyman, the way he stood suspiciously and clothes he wore - all black. The funny thing was that he didn’t look out of place in the city. If you drove your own car, you were the odd one.

I say getting out of the car. “Alright, this way ma’am.” “What of this one?” I head toward another nice car. “That is a Signature Red Tesla Model X with 22-inch MX114, Forged Wheels and color matched windows.” Kevin smiles like he personally likes the car. “I like this one,” I take a closer look at the car. “It’s an SUV,” Ismail says poking his head out from inside the car. “Oh, I am not looking for an SUV,” I comment sadly. “Alright, what about this one. This is a 2019 Chevrolet Camaro 2LT 2 door Coupe. It has 275 horsepower and 295 rpm.” Kevin tells us.

Aiden, who somehow heard him from an inhuman distance, turned his head until the car started drifting sideways. “Elma, brake!” I shouted. Elma hit the button on the remote. The little car stopped short. “SENSEI!” Aiden twisted around with the happiest face in the world. Darren put a hand to his chest. “There he is. My heir. My legacy. My tiny tax-evasion vehicle.” Aiden waved his hand from the car. “Sensei, look at my car!” “I see it, Lord Vroomington de Cruz. Red. Expensive. Dangerous. Very on-brand for your family.”