Lincoln Highway Novels & Stories

The baby thing wasn’t exactly great but she had faith they would make it work. Linlin went to slide into her side of the car, turning around with a second glance because a flash of light caught her eye and searched along the narrow road behind them to see what it was. Lot’s of cars parked neatly in line and she assumed it was sunlight on a window or something, noting the furthest vehicle which was black had just shut their door. She waved it off, got in, and got them out of their parking spot in record time. Navigating along the narrow street as she set her sat nav to their new route.

“Lincoln. You just gave it all up that fast. You’re trying to protect whoever’s standing behind you. Aren’t you?” His Adam’s apple moved, and his face went white. Lincoln had been my personal driver for seven years. He was an associate, outside the inner circle, not a made man. No Italian blood. No Moretti Family ink on his skin. He’d never gone through the ceremony. Six years ago, I’d caught him taking my Bentley on side runs for an underground card room in Bay Ridge. I’d cut him a six-figure severance, made him sign an NDA (a standard commercial NDA, not a Family one), and put him out.

After a few… distractions — and plenty of worrying from Lincoln — we finally arrive at the assisted living facility where I first met Olivia. Lincoln doesn’t park right away. Instead, he slowly circles the entire lot, his eyes scanning every parked car, every dark corner, every shadow near the building. “Is that really necessary?” I ask quietly, watching him study a beat-up sedan like it personally offended him. “I don’t see any harm in it,” he replies, voice calm but alert. “Wouldn’t be the first time someone lurked around like the boogeyman.”

It was his luck that as the traffic lights stopped him at an intersection leading onto Rico's apartment; he saw the Lincoln shoot out from a corner with the stream of traffic traveling down the avenue. He recognized it as Rico's, and immediately; he stamped on his brakes, engaged gear, maneuvered the compact car into the moving line of traffic, turning into the avenue, and went after the Lincoln. He parked the car in one of the empty bays in the enormous courtyard of the Miami International Airport, a good hundred yards from the Lincoln. He saw Rico get out of the car but remained in his.

Hardie's ride drove out first before Lincoln's, both in death speed race as usual. Not up to twenty minutes on road with Lincoln far behind, Hardie's phone started beeping. He reluctantly answered it with a deep frown on his face. "What now, Lincoln..." Hardie groaned. ||Hardie Morrison|| What now, Lincoln..." I groaned. "They are after us as predicted, you know what to do right?" I heard Lincoln voice from the phone. "I always know what to do, Lincoln. Just get everything under control over there, okay?" I muttered.

Lincoln I’m almost asleep, but something’s bothering me. I get up and walk to the living room. I peer out the front window and stare sleepily at the empty space where Shelby’s car should be. Son of a bitch. She’s out doing her do-good bullshit. I’m instantly awake and angry. Also hell of worried. I’m driving to Central Avenue within ten minutes. It’s eleven thirty when I hit the section of town known for fulfilling every man’s desire if he’s willing to pay. These aren’t the high-dollar escorts by any means. Most of the ladies here have drug habits and other assorted problems.

someone shouted in the crowd, and everyone looked over. Suddenly, the uproar turned into pin-drop silence. An extended Lincoln drove by slowly. The car was surrounded by hundreds of men in black marching along, making the scene majestically stunning. Who could it be? Even the heirs of the wealthy were stunned as they stared at Lincoln. This extended Lincoln was a customized edition, and probably less than five existed in the world.

After Thomas finished speaking, the sound of sirens could be heard coming from a distance. Immediately after, black Lincoln stretch limousines drove into the blockade zone one after another. Ten were spotted, followed by thirty, fifty, and one hundred of them. One hundred luxurious Lincoln stretch limousines drove in and formed a huge circle surrounding the area. It took nearly an hour just to park the cars. Darcy instinctively gulped when he saw the numbers of the Lincoln cars. Each of them cost over five million dollars. A hundred of them would cost a total of more than five hundred million dollars.

Joshua was curios. Then both Cally and Joana pointed at one and Joshua was surprised, asking “what kind of car is that?” Joshua didn’t have much knowledge about cars after all. “Its Lincoln,” said Cally and Joana. They were surprised, how was Joshua it possible that didn’t know Lincoln? That was one of the luxurious brands on the United states. They had been eyeing it since the previous night, a Lincoln Navigator SUV, which cost around one million dollar. Although it was five million dollars, Joana and Cally felt it was enough and they liked it very much.