Mic Mechanic 2 Novels & Stories

I leaned to the side so I could peek into the garage, only to find that the mechanic was busy working on the Alphas ride, not mine. Ignoring them I moved over to where the mechanic was, “Hey! How’s my car?” The mechanic tilted his hat back on his head. “Pretty banged up. It’s going to take me a couple of weeks to fix.” I couldn’t have been more surprised if he’d thrown motor oil in my face. “What the shit? You told me it was running just thirty minutes ago!”His eyes flicked over my shoulder and back. “I had a chance to take another look and it is pretty much an awaiting disaster.”

"71?" "72." "Nice. I work at a garage on the edge of Gnaw Bone, just up the way. I can give you a ride and have her towed up there." "You're a mechanic?" I asked. "Yep. Whaddya say?" My gaze wandered from his chiseled jaw to his big, calloused hands. The grease under his nails told me he was telling the truth. "That's nice of you," I said, "but I don't know if I have enough money."

she said, sounding very loving. Then, even though they were apart, their hearts tied together with love and understanding. ******** In the Garage… As they walked into the garage, the smell of oil and metal was all around them because it was darkly lit. With his grease-lined hands, the mechanic, a big man, wiped his forehead and came up to them. “Hey, what’s wrong with your car?” the mechanic asked with a glance at it. He turned to him and said, “It just won’t start. This problem must be fixed fast because it’s urgent.”

He decided to be playing Ryan’s role, and tried to be making Vivian happy as he had promised. Alex stopped walking as he sighted a mechanic inside the garage where the cars were parked, and it was Alex’s new car that he was working on. Alex called upon one of the security men and also walked closer to the mechanic man. “Good day Sir, it’s Mr. Grayson that invited him over” the security man that Alex called uttered. “Yes Sir, he ordered me to service all the cars, especially this one” the mechanic man too added, and uttered in a respectful tone.

I continued to fill out my form. The mechanic... a total bust. Because my day can only get worse. His name is Steve, he’s older than Colton, polite, and sweet. And telling me to my face that the engine problem was bigger than he expected, and that he would need to order parts for it. Which would take two months.

He watched me closely while I squirmed under his scrutiny. “Yes. You.” He chuckled, and so did the mechanic. “Can you prove the car is yours?” asked the mechanic. I considered his question. Of course, I could show him the car title, but that would give me away. “Yes, I can show you the damages sustained in a minor accident last month. There are scratches on the left side of my front bumper. The left windshield wiper needs servicing. Also, the left taillight back fender has two cracks.” I rambled on, but the tattooed killer intervened.

“As long as you do exactly as I say, there will be no trace. But remember our agreement—a hundred thousand up front, another hundred thousand after the job is done. And I'm out of this town for good.” “Of course.” Victor took out a thick envelope containing cash. “Half now. The rest when the job is done.” The mechanic counted the money quickly, then nodded with satisfaction. "Their car is due for service next week at my garage. I'll install this device during the routine checkup. No one will suspect a thing.“ ”Good.“ Victor nervously sipped his whiskey. ”And you're sure... this will work?“ ”Trust me. When they hit the brakes while driving on those mountain roads...“ The mechanic made a falli

I yanked my hand back, and the tenderness on his face froze for an instant. "What's wrong?" I swallowed the nausea and pulled up a smile. "Nothing. I don't feel like staying in. Let's go out to the team base. The new season's almost here." Ethan blinked, then the smile slid back on. "Sure. Whatever you want." He drove me out to the base himself. The second we stepped out of the car, the head mechanic came sprinting over. "Mr. Black, number three's engine is acting up again. You'd better come take a look."

I saw my car already ready for me. "Where are you going?" He asked. "Bar!" I hissed and got into the car. "Which bar, Ms. Evans?" "Home!! Home!!" I bursted angrily at my chauffer.

“That’s what the warriors saw?” “It is….” As the anger grew, his eyebrow raised up. “There weren’t reports of those machines.” Piercy showed me a particular one that made my skin crawl. “This is used to keep the woman open for multiple men. Tell me that didn’t happen to you?”