Full Throttle Saloon Cast の小説・ストーリー

Salvius lowered his head, respecting the couple’s privacy, but he had never seen his boss taking so much care of someone or something ever in his life the way he was taking care of Eizlina. Salvius had even caught that worry in his boss’s eyes, which he had never seen before. Theron was wiping her face, when she buried her face in his neck again and closed her eyes. She seemed extremely tired and worn out, so exhaling a heavy breath, he trailed his eyes towards Salvius. “Start driving,” he commanded Salvius, who immediately nodded at him and went to the driver's seat. The car started, which made Theron look down towards her, who had already fallen asleep against his shoulder.

Ferran exchanged bullets with the car behind them while he was driving his pickup. “J-Just drive... Don’t mind me.” She continued recording. “M-Mr. Richard Wang, a businessman and a d-drug lord is one of the members. Dr. Ma---” Thalia vomited blood because a bullet hit her in the back again. Ferran shoots the car’s front wheel so the driver has trouble controlling the car. They almost fell from the cliff if Ferran didn’t turn his pickup car to the left side of the road. The car behind them fell into the deep and dark sea.

Nandini adjusted the final pleat of Salima’s saree and stepped back. “There,” she said softly. “You’re ready.” Salima looked at herself one last time and then stood. “Let’s go.” Downstairs, the whole house moved in quiet efficiency. Maids, butlers, drivers — all dressed up like they were cast in a movie. Salima was halfway down the staircase, gathering the hem of her skirt when she saw her. Eleanor Thorne stood in front of the stairs like she had always belonged there — elegant, composed, completely unbothered. Grayson lingered a step behind her, watchful.

An hour later. The castle gates creaked open, and the sleek black SUV rolled forward like something out of a crime drama. Three of Mr Sterling’s men in the front two rows, armed to the teeth, Declan riding shotgun with his perpetual smirk, Rory and Niall in the back, looking like they’d just stepped out of a mobster magazine spread.

"They are big men. They like to break bones." "I break minds," I reply. I pull open the back door of the saloon car. "Keep your little toys inside my walls, brother. Do not follow me." Leif watches me get into the back seat. His eyes are completely black in the darkness of the courtyard. He does not say goodbye. He just starts polishing the blade again. Axton climbs into the front passenger seat. The driver hits the accelerator before Axton can even pull his seatbelt tight. The tyres grip the wet gravel, spitting small stones against the stone wall of the estate.

The step up feels higher than it should, but I settle in without protest, adjusting the seatbelt with fingers that remember this motion too well. The others file in behind us. Thalia, Sofia, Shaun, and Cole, shuffling into the backseat with the kind of awkward silence that comes from people too used to danger and not used to proximity. Thalia ends up wedged in the middle, her shoulders clenched, not touching anyone, Sofia to her right, Cole to her left. Shaun claims the edge seat by the door. The car feels too full. Too warm. But not loud. Atlas closes his door last. Starts the engine. It rumbles beneath us, steady and familiar. He shifts into drive, gravel crunching under the tires as the h

she replies without hesitation, cupping her hands together. Later that night… At 7:30, I hear a light knock at my door. Opening it, I see Thalia, dressed in a beautiful two-piece sleek black outfit. Her aura is radiant, and I can't help but admire her effortless elegance. As we walk down to the garage, I ask, “You have a car?” “Yes,” Thalia replies. She walks up to an all-white coupe. It has a spoiler kit and a wing on the back. As we get closer, my eyes bulge out of my head. “It's flawless,” I say. “What kind of car is this?”