Mad Max Driving Novels & Stories

I wonder sadly. Max I walk to the elevator, got in, and press the button for the ground floor. Today was a good day, the 1991 Tax Prep, finally punching that asshole ex of mine in the face. I can’t believe after eight years I finally got revenge on that asshole for cheating on me. I smile, thinking of the punches I landed in his jaw.

It was made for wolves and its speed limit was nine hundred kilometers per hour. Although Melissa was still in perfect control due to her own hyperactive state, Beatrice who was depressed jolted up immediately. "Stop, you stupid girl," she screamed. Melissa slammed the breaks suddenly and Beatrice lunged forward but Melissa grabbed her and pulled her back. She got out of the car immediately and stopped. "Are you insane?" She asked. Melissa got out and rushed towards her and took off her hands and dragged her to the driver's seat. "Get in and drive," she said.

When I came outside, Max immediately took my luggage from me and start putting it in the car. Max was already inside the driver's seat. I remember how dirty mouth Max is, so I put my headphones on, intending to ignore him for the next drive. He took the clue and didn't utter a word. ** The drive to Lucifer's mansion took an hour. I hadn't noticed before but the security around here is very tight. Well, Mafias and their eras. I climbed out of the car. I walked behind the car to pick my luggage up. But before I can take it. Max interrupted me.

LUCA’S POV I drove back to the cabin like a madman, my heart pounding against my rib cage and my mind blasting with thoughts I can’t handle. Madrid was about to leave, and I couldn’t let her. She was the only one who could help me right now. I sped through the trees, swerving around them, nearly killing myself more than once. I had never driven this fast in my life, not even when I’d needed to be rushed to the hospital.

I’m already wet before I see the billboard, which is inconvenient because I’m in traffic on Morrison and Third with cold coffee in the cupholder and my thighs have no business pressing together in a Honda Civic at eleven in the morning on a Tuesday. But there he is. Sixty feet of jaw towering above the intersection. The scar through his eyebrow smoothed by whatever digital tool Nike’s production team uses to turn damage into aspiration. MADDOX stamped across the bottom in block letters like a warning label for a product that ruins lives.

The ditch smelled like wet earth and gasoline. I got the door open on the third attempt. My ribs registered the movement before my brain did — a sharp, decisive pain that told me something was wrong before I was ready to deal with it. I ignored it. Adrenaline was still doing the work and I let it. Max hadn’t moved. He was still in the driver’s seat, head back, breathing through his nose in the controlled way of someone managing something serious. His right hand was braced against the wheel at an angle that wasn’t natural.

Madison said and hugged her tightly. Madison quickly signaled Dahila it was time to leave before her aunt changed and mind and with that they rushed out. "You're driving your mom's car??" Dahila asked so surprised and opened her mouth in surprise, she took a close look at the expensive Lexus Rx350 her mother drove. "Well she lets me drive when she's in a good mood and when I need to go out too" Madison said with a hint is happiness in her voice.

He pried her fingers away from him and stated plainly, “She has been with me for many years. Even a dog is still worthy enough of emotional attachment.” Clarice stumbled backward. Her makeup was smudged with tears. "You'll regret this…” The black Maybach sped away. Clarice's figure began to shrink in the rearview mirror until it vanished into the nighttime horizon. Arthur rolled down the car window to let the cold wind rush in, and yet, it was not enough to tune out the chaotic voices in his head. He received a few more texts from his assistant. “Mr. Renault, we found out that Miss Buccaneer contacted a company specializing in cultural activities in a neighboring city. They refused to disclo

Michelle Despite the hurting in my heart and the images of Thomas Hennington haunting my brain, I can't help but let my gaze slide over to Maddox. He is calmly driving his black BMW, eyes on the road. He beat up Thomas so easily. I know violence isn't the answer to most of the earth's questions, yet my blood pumps faster seeing his flexing biceps as he turns the steering wheel. Holy shit. I try not to stare at Maddox even though he is focusing on driving, afraid that when he does glance down, he will find my eyes molesting his front side. I can't believe there is an outline of his pecs.

Darius mused, running his hand over the console. "That'll happen," Max said. "But to make it a reality, focus on your studies, practice harder, and quit the excessive drinking, seriously." "Yes, dad," Darius grinned. "Now, drive faster and show me what you've got." "Very well." Max drew a deep breath, pushed the accelerator, and the car surged forward. It struck him as unusually quiet on the road, making Max wonder if something was amiss. Dismissing the thought, he relished the opportunity to test his new car's speed, exceeding the limit with a sense of freedom.