Mic Mechanic 2 Novels & Stories

He grabs a towel, rubbing it briskly over his skin to restore circulation, then dresses in sweatpants and a thick hoodie, trying to shake off the lingering arousal. ************* He heads out to the garage, the concrete floor cold even through his socks. The mechanic is just finishing up, wiping grease from his hands with a rag that looks like it’s seen better days. "All set, Mr. Vale," the mechanic says, his voice gravelly. "It was the distributor cap. Water got into the cracks, shorted the whole system out. Sealed it up for you, replaced the plugs. She’ll purr now." Adrian nods, handing over the cash with a trembling hand. "Thanks for coming out on such short notice."

"My buddy Reg is a mechanic, he'll love seeing a car like this." Another man appears, this one in jeans and a t-shirt, scowling, but the second his eyes land on my car, a grin replaces it. "Fucking hell, who left a sick little Audi con around here." He almost slips towards my driver's door and I'm praying I locked the door because his hand reaches for the handle when the first guy clears his throat and nods towards me.

Ethan crouched down beside the tilted motorcycle, tucking his leather folder tightly under one arm so the worn corners wouldn't touch the grease on the pavement. "May I ask just one quick question?" Ethan asked, looking up at the mechanic. The mechanic crossed his arms over his chest, his hostility slowly giving way to cautious wariness. "What?" "Were you moving when the impact happened?" The mechanic shifted his boots, suddenly reluctant. "...Barely." Ethan turned his gaze to the courier, his voice remaining patient, almost gentle. "And were you looking directly at the road ahead of you?"

Alphas are naturally very possessive of what’s theirs. Making my way to the bathroom, I turned on the shower and let the hot water wash over me. After showering, I went back to the room and quickly got ready to go downstairs. When I reached the garage, Michael the mechanic was lying on his back, beneath a black SUV. His sleeves were rolled, hands stained with grease. “Where have you been?” He asked. My thoughts immediately went to the sweet dream I had. Of course, I couldn’t tell him about it. “Forget it. Pass me the micro-welder and do it quick. Stop slacking around.”

"Nothing." "Then why was it here?" The mechanic shrugged. "Routine check." Alex stared at him. "Did you see who brought it?" "Yes." "Who?" The mechanic hesitated. "Why?" "Because the vehicle may be connected to a missing child." The mechanic's face changed. "You mean the boy?" Alex went still. "What boy?" The mechanic looked away. "I shouldn't have said that." Alex stepped closer. "You've seen Glen?" "I don't know his name." "What did you see?"

Vince began flatly “ I suppose you're useless to me” “ No no please…” the mechanic begged, struggling against the ropes that held him bound. “ I can help, I…” POW! Blood sprayed instantly, staining the floor, walls and table. The Mechanic's body fell forward. Dead. Not a single ounce of emotion was seem on his face as he turned away. “Have you checked his phone?” He asked his men “ Yes boss” one replied “ Everything was wiped off, long before now, we tried to retrieve the phones history data but the files were all corrupted”

💦Under the Hood 💦 “God, please tell me you can fix it today.” I stood in the garage bay of the auto shop, arms crossed under my breasts, wearing a tight white tank top and tiny denim shorts that barely covered my ass. My car was smoking earlier, and I was desperate. The mechanic who walked out from under a lifted truck wiped his hands on a rag and looked me up and down slowly. Damn. He was tall, muscular, covered in grease and tattoos, with strong forearms and a dirty white tank top that clung to his broad chest. His name tag read Mark.

“Fine.” Shielded by the feminine contraption, Danny sloshed up the driveway and looked into the window. A large-bellied, balding man in his mid-forties lay on his back under a propped up BMW, a wrench in one grease-covered hand and a flashlight in the other. The single bulb above the car afforded little extra help. Danny rapped on the dirty window. The mechanic craned his neck to see if the sound was a figment of his imagination. His shaggy brow furrowed and he wiped it with the back of his hand. An oil streak joined the existing many. “Who’s there?” he hollered.

Her vulnerability still tugged at the edges of his thoughts, an unwelcome presence in his usually detached demeanor. The mechanic's skilled hands worked with precision, addressing the issue that had caused the car to break down earlier. Mace watched him with a critical eye, ensuring that the repairs were performed to his high standards. Despite his cold exterior, Mace had a reputation for being meticulous when it came to his possessions, and his car was no exception. The night air was filled with the soft hum of the mechanic's tools and the occasional muffled curses as he encountered a stubborn bolt or a recalcitrant component. The repair work proceeded efficiently, and it wasn't long before

***** ~Time skips After 5 minutes, a black Maserati halted in front of me. I saw Henry waving at me making me chuckle at his childishness. "Get in, let's go" He unlocked the door. I got inside. "When did you came? And who's car is this?" I asked him while putting on the seatbelt. "First answer- Around 7. Second answer- This car belongs to the Miller Co. but I got a call from your overprotective husband. He had ordered me to be your chauffeur. So, I will be the one driving you to the venue"