Hunter Road Rovers Novels & Stories

One stray bullet, one high-energy steel bar missing its mark, and if it hit a fuel tank—boom. "Huh? Someone's here!" "Yo, that's a G-Class, isn't it?" "Off-roaders are made for rough terrain—and this one looks modified too—" "Rob him!" The seven who'd been working exchanged glances, then rushed over together. Since they'd been prying open fuel tanks, they were all holding tools—hammers, wrenches, whatever they had on hand. Now, those tools became weapons, and they charged at him with vicious expressions. Ray had more than enough time to get back in his car and leave.

It was just after 3am in the morning when Hunter arrived at the address which Adrian had sent to him a few days ago. He had come prepared with a crowbar, gun, and sharp knife, leaving no room for errors. The house was on the outskirts of New-York city, hidden behind tall hedges. Hunter stepped out of his car and quietly made his way up the driveway. He tampered with the security camera that was outside and switched it off before he unlocked the closed door with a crowbar and opened it quietly, not wanting to wake up his opponent.

"We were very nice to the fancy truck." Ridge pulls me closer to his side and I wrap an arm around his back to maintain my balance. "Babe, he drives a Dodge. Mine's better." "The little bulls in each headlight were cute." Ridge throws his head back and laughs, but Riley's eyebrows narrow. "They're rams and the truck is a beast. The word cute should never describe something with such rugged manliness." "Manly cute?" From his groan my updated answer doesn't make Riley feel any better.

outside this car. "What was that?" I whisper, sounding more like a hush in the air as I hovered my eyes across the car's hood. "Ssshhhh... Stay calm," Hunter shushes me as his hands grab the wheel. My eyes catching a glimpse of his foot moving to the gas, and his other hand darting towards the gear before shifting P to D. For the first time in my life, I never felt so eager to learn how to fucking drive. Maybe if I have I had better chances of saving my life.

He needed to be a god so she could notice and fall for him again. The departure from his mansion was like a military operation. A convoy of four jet black SUVs waited in the c driveway, their engines sitting in a synchronized hum. Julian stepped into the lead vehicle and as the gates slid open, the convoy moved with a majestic, intimidating grace through the streets of the city.

The fuckers had slashed my tires, so it took me additional time to put on the spares while she tossed extra supplies into the cab. My form thinned and softened slightly, slimming down to my original mountain man size, as she liked to tease me. When I first attempted to slide into the driver’s side, my tree trunk thighs couldn’t fit under the steering wheel. I took in deep breaths, trying to calm and coax myself back… back to my human self as I drove off, watching in the rear-view mirror as my home went up in flames.

"Don't you have a pack census to finish, Noah? Or would you prefer a permanent assignment overseeing the silver mines in the North?" "Ryder Global has plenty of mines. I could manage one if I had to. But right now, I’m going to help the elders organize the water rations." Noah reached for the keys to the armored SUV sitting on the table. "I assume you won't be needing the heavy-duty rover. It’s the only thing that can clear the washed-out trails, so I’ll take it to fetch the supplies." That rover was a custom-built beast, reinforced with a steel roll-cage and high-clearance suspension designed for the roughest pack territories.

“Sunroof.Now!!!” Declan stood up through the open roof with a rifle and began rapidly firing at the vehicles chasing us,shell casings rained down around us. I kept both hands pressed hard on Adrian’s wound. One of the pursuing trucks swerved and crashed into a tree with a loud crash. But our own vehicle was hit badly and nd black smoke curled up from the hood. “We’re not going to make it to the secondary safe house,” Declan said, dropping back inside. “The engine's dying.”