Legendary Mechanic Novels & Stories

He skidded across the wet metal, sparks flying from his tactical coat. ​"The Legacy Drive," Thorne said, stepping forward. His gold-trimmed armor shimmering in the green-tinted darkness. "It’s a beautiful piece of engineering. My father designed it to be fail-safe. But in your hands, it’s just a toy. You don't have the neural capacity to handle the full output, Leo. It’s eating you alive."

Ren yelled, grabbing him. Ren turned and looked at the courtyard. Against the far wall, a gang mechanic was desperately trying to start a "Rat-Rod"—a scavenged vehicle built from a dune buggy chassis, massive off-road tires, and a raw, exposed V8 combustion engine. Ren didn't ask permission. He sprinted toward the vehicle. He drew the scavenged pistol from his waistband and aimed it at the mechanic. "Out of the seat," Ren ordered, his eyes dead and cold.

People came forward to congratulate me, to shake my hand. Marcus, one of the senior mechanics from Lucian's garage, grinned at me. "About time you got your own place, boss. We've been waiting for this." He muttered. We have always gotten along with him.. Unlike other mechanics who once thought Lucian hired me at his garage because I was his whore, he believed in me and my skills. "You're going to work here?" I asked, shocked then turned to look at Lucian who gave me an indulging smile. "Hell yeah," he said. "Best mechanics in the city, working for the best boss. It's a no-brainer."

I lifted my head from his chest and looked at him with a suspicious frown, trying to put the puzzle pieces together. “Do you perhaps think the mechanic that worked your car and those bastards are working together?” He asked, wearing a malicious look. “Send me the mechanic’s details. I think it’s time I paid him a little visit.’ I looked away and sighed, worry plastering on my face. “I don’t think. Diesel isn’t that type of person.”

The mechanic handed the keys to Sarah. "Oh, thank you. How much is the bill?" Sarah took out her wallet from her bag. "Already paid for it, ma'am." "Oh..." Sarah glanced towards the room where Andy was, several meters away. "What's going on?" Troy approached them. The mechanic smiled, recognizing Troy as a famous actor. "Troy, the mechanic just brought the car back. It's parked outside. Do you want to check it?" Sarah handed the keys to Troy. "Sure. Where's the car?" Troy immediately walked towards the parking area.

I smiled faintly and replied, "I'll pass." It wasn't because I still held a grudge. It was just that after settling everything, I suddenly realized that Elena, the lawyer, who had been working nonstop for four years, deserved a break. I merely thought that the legend of the undefeated lawyer could end with this trial in Ravenport. I had just reached the underground parking lot after taking one last look at the law firm when three black SUVs pulled up in front of me simultaneously. It was then that the car doors opened, and a middle-aged man in sunglasses stepped out. His suit sleeves rode up to reveal half a tattoo, the emblem of the Romano Famiglia in Vallenzia. "There's someone who wishes

I said plainly, stating the faults caused by the race. “Okay, Sir!” The mechanic replied. He signalled his co-worker. The co-worker nodded and ran towards the other route. He returned shortly, sitting behind the wheel of a tow truck. I watched as the mechanic attached the winch to the car’s axle. He gave the driver a thumb up as a signal to start driving. “So, ready to celebrate? 156th win so far.” Jasper said enthusiastically. Hm! I slid my hand to my pocket and got a pack of cigarettes. I took out a stick and discarded the rest in my pocket. I lit it with a lighter.

“No, I mean, I called my… my… my-“ He smiled at the moment he realized how nervous she was. “Don’t worry, I’m not trying to rob you,” he raised up his hands. “Listen, I’m a mechanic. Here you can see me,” he turned to let her see the car oil printed on his overall, “I can show you my toolbox. Really, I’m a mechanic.”