Deadpool Cab Novels & Stories

The cab stopped before the large gate of Broderick's mansion. Once she paid the cab man and stepped out, she saw a black jeep parked behind it. She had an odd feeling about the jeep that had all it's window tinted, she watched it and after a couple of seconds, the door to the driver's seat opened and she saw Callan.

My small canvas duffel bag sits on the floorboards by my feet, packed tightly with two heavy sweaters, an old pair of denim jeans, and the thick leather work boots I used for moving storage boxes. Caleb throws his own worn leather bag into the space behind our seats, the heavy material settling with a dull thud against the floor. He climbs into the driver's seat, his large frame immediately making the cab feel smaller, warmer, and entirely secure. He turns the ignition key, and the diesel engine roars to life with a deep, rhythmic vibration that rattles the change in the console. As he pulls up, he navigates the narrow side streets. "Did you tell Liz we were officially crossing the state lin

The Captain sounded sad and horrified. The traders didn't speak. They just look at the ground sadly, their eyes droopy and cloudy with tears. There was a deafening silence and even Serra couldn't hear her breathing. All their minds was processing what they are about to say. "There was Badblood ambush three days ago on our way home" a man on the back finally said, breaking the silence. Serra saw tears streaking down on his cheeks. "They got the last two of the wagons. We expected that they only just seize all the goods but they started to pin them in the ground, so we ran away"

Together, they left the penthouse and made their way to a sleek, black limousine waiting in the private garage below. The night was cloaked in darkness as Abaddon and Axel maneuvered through the city streets in a sleek black car. The low hum of the engine echoed the solemnity of their mission. Abaddon's piercing eyes glinted in the dim light, his gaze fixed ahead with a cold and calculating intensity.

"Silas and the team are holding the main elevator, but they won't last ten minutes against a tactical squad. We’re taking the sub-level exit." They reached the hangar, a cavernous space carved directly into the mountain rock. Resting in the center, looking like a predatory beast in the shadows, was the armored Mustang. Its matte-black finish drank the red light, and the reinforced tires looked capable of crushing bone. Caleb shoved the keys into Ava’s hand. "You’re driving," he said, his eyes scanning the bay doors. "What? Caleb, I—"

She took a cab and was driven to her house. An hour later, Alice stood next to Zade in the underground garage. A backpack containing her things hung on her left shoulder. Her eyes couldn’t hide their fascination as she checked out the private helicopter. It was obviously built by Vclass Mobile, and now she perfectly understood why they were trillionaires — they had the best engineers. Alice couldn’t wait to get into the helicopter. She could see Saint and Fox out of the corner of her eye, clearly steering clear of her. Good.

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Caspian’s POV The back exit of the café led straight into a secluded, concrete alleyway, the exact spot where Vance had parked one of our tinted company SUVs. The flashing blue and red lights of the unmarked police cruisers cast jagged, rhythmic shadows against the brick walls, illuminating the pathetic spectacle of Deborah being marched out in handcuffs.

She smiled faintly and began typing a reply when— SCREEEEECH! A white Toyota Corolla jerked in front of the cab, tires screaming on asphalt. The driver swore and slammed the brakes. Before Helena could process it, two masked figures jumped out of the Toyota. POP! POP! Gunshots tore through the air. The cab driver slumped forward onto the steering wheel—blood blooming across his chest. Helena screamed. “NO! HELP!” One of the masked figures smashed the cab’s side window. Glass exploded everywhere.

After all the pain Caleb and I encountered in the past, I prayed to God not to let things happen again. But it happened again. After almost an hour, I couldn't help but exit the car and run to where Caleb was. "Did you find her?" He shook his head, causing me to burst into tears again. I caught a glimpse of the body bag on the ground where the dead man was inside. Seeing that made me feel even worse. Please, Thalia and Leander, be safe! I'm begging for the two of you to be brave, whatever situation you are in. "I've got a CCTV outside Mr. Leander Carter's condo unit. He was taken by a black SUV. But the vehicle number was not registered." A man in a police uniform came and informed us.