Mic Mechanic 2 Novels & Stories

“Thank you. I really appreciate it.” He worked fast with tools from his truck. I watched his hands move—strong, capable, stained with black streaks. After twenty minutes he wiped sweat from his forehead. “Good enough for now. Follow me to the motel up the road. I know the mechanic there. He’ll fix it properly in the morning.” I hesitated for only a second. The highway stayed deserted and night was falling fast. “Okay. Lead the way.” I climbed into his passenger seat. The cab smelled like motor oil, leather, and something warm like cedar. Jax drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gear shift. Country music played low. Silence stretched for a few miles before he spoke.

A massive garage door was rolled up, revealing three bays where mechanics in grease-stained coveralls were shouting over the roar of an air compressor. I walked into the small, dingy front office. Mr. Miller, a burly man with a salt-and-pepper beard and hands permanently stained black with grease, was leaning over a cluttered counter. "Can I help you, kid?" he grunted, not looking up from a clipboard. "I'm here for the Honda Civic," I said, my voice sounding small in the chaotic space. "Tamine Jordan. It was towed here this morning." Mr. Miller flipped a page on his clipboard and sighed. "Right. The Civic. Alternator was shot to hell. Belts were cracking, too. It’s a miracle you made it thro

“Maddox, I can’t be surprised you are here.” “I can be surprised you are here. Are you needing something fixed?” Maddox held out his hand to Reed, slightly putting me behind him. “No.” Reed smiled and shook Maddox’s hand. Maddox held himself in a more professional stance, even changed his attitude to seem more collected and less personal. “I just wanted to stop by and check out the place. Wrecking vehicles is unfortunately a fact of life in our world.” “That it is. I am the only mechanic here. I can do anything from engine rebuilds and transmissions. Body work and painting would require another company. I can do my own, but it takes too long and I have too much of a backlog to spend on body

The side, caved in as if crushed by a giant. But I didn’t just see mangled steel. I saw her body being thrown. Her head hitting. The scream she couldn’t give. I closed my eyes for a second, breathing deeply. Then I turned to the mechanic. "I want a full report. Now." The man, in a greasy jumpsuit and gloves, nodded and grabbed a clipboard. "We’re almost done, Mr. Salvatore." I looked at Paolo, who understood immediately. He took two steps forward, staring down the mechanic.

Marley demanded waving off his rants and nodding to the BMW behind him. "Nah, just helping out a friend take care of the baby." "Seems to be in a really bad condition." "Not really, besides an overheated engine and minor scratch on the engine block, the car's good to go." The mechanic flashed a toothy smile, hoping he had impressed the N.T automotive CEO in his own way. "Can you do me a favor?" *** Zaphrina was in the maids quarters chilling with associates while waiting for seven pm's and her boss' arrival.

I said and he laughed. "Well then the pleasure is all mine. I've already texted my mechanic to get your car fixed" "You didn't need to do that" "It's no big deal" he said waving off my protest. "Well thank you so much" "It's no problem but I would need your address so I could tell my mechanic where to drop your car" he said stretching a paper and note pad towards me. I took it and wrote down my address and gave it back to him. "Alright then"

McKenzie explains. River towels herself dry as she listens “he had managed to get the car working again. But told them it was best to have it looked at by a professional. He knew that there was a good mechanic in the town they had just passed through. So, they had followed him back and booked into a motel. They met him again in the morning and he introduced them to the mechanic. After that they seemed to have exchanged numbers and often spoke to one another” he finishes.

I leave the jacket behind, as I have no doubt in my mind that I will beat the shit out of this idiot before the meeting is over. As I pass the door leading to Fiorella's room, I stop and check that it's locked before continuing down to the car. Camilo must have sent a message to one of the guards, because a black jeep that we usually drive is stopped in front of the house. I approach the passenger side as Camilo gets behind the wheel. His fingers loosen and tighten on the steering wheel as he pulls out onto the main road and then onto the street, I've known him for most of my life. He's been by my side forever.

Some hid under the table, and others withdrew their weapons and aimed them at the two Lombardo mercenaries who came into their workshop uninvited. “Drop your Goddamn weapons, you pinheads! You know you’re in the wrong here ... if you give us so much of a scratch, your entire family will be dead before Wednesday ... is that what you want?” Joey shouted at them. He glanced at Xander, who was calm as a clam after he took a shot at a man’s ear on his first day of work. “Tell your boss the Lombardo sent a message ... clean your operation, or we’ll be back with more men,” Joey added. He hesitated about what the men would do as their leader screamed bloody murder and fell to the floor.

“You did okay.” He nodded eagerly, hoping for some mercy. “Thank you, sir. Please… don’t come back.” I smirked. “Don’t worry, I won’t. But remember this—if I find out you breathed a word about us, I’ll come back for you.” I pointed to the dead man again. “And I’ll make sure you end up just like him.” The mechanic nodded so hard I was worried his head might come off. “I’ll make a run for it boss.”