Mic Mechanic 2 Novels & Stories

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.

"Come over here and check my car, I'm in a hurry." "Wa'alaikumus Salam to you miss. As you can see, I'm very busy here attending to a customer. I will attend to you as soon as I'm done, please do stand under that shade". The mechanic pointed his finger at a wooden bench in the shade made by a mango tree.

I reached the backyard, spotting the mechanic from afar, his head buried deep beneath the hood as he worked his magic on the car. When he spotted me, he spoke. “Oi, sorry for coming late, boss. The rain was shitty, but I'm here now.” His accent was funny. But that wasn't all. I also realized that Grayson was actually behind me. I didn't dare look back. “Here are the keys,” his deep voice came, sending a cold feeling down my veins.

“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?”

“I swear, I didn’t do anything. I just... I just fixed what I was told to fix.” “By whom?” I pressed. The mechanic swallowed hard, glancing around as if the walls might be listening. “I’ll tell you everything,” he whispered, “but not here. Meet me at the pub tomorrow night. I’ll explain then.” I stared at him for a long moment, weighing his words. He was scared, that much was clear. But scared of what? Or who? I couldn’t let this go, not when Annalise and the duke’s lives were at stake.

“No, I mean, I called my… my… my-“ He smiled at the moment he realized how nervous she was. “Don’t worry, I’m not trying to rob you,” he raised up his hands. “Listen, I’m a mechanic. Here you can see me,” he turned to let her see the car oil printed on his overall, “I can show you my toolbox. Really, I’m a mechanic.”

He didn't have to protect me from the crash, but the fact that he did, no questions, and asked for nothing in return, made my respect for him increase tenfold. Mads glanced at me from over his shoulder, covered in filth and grime, eyes as smoky as the exhaust from the engine, and said, "Don't discount yourself, Javier. I don't say shit I don't mean. Thanks for your help down there." "Anytime," I replied, feeling awfully smug that the crass mechanic who was kind of a dick said thank you. When we got up to the bridge, it was just as beat up as the rest of the ship.

“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.”

I matter-in-factly said. “Do not compare me to her but thank you for saying that,” Max growled his complaint and compliment. “See! Now is there any way to talk to your Alpha?” I said, tapping his nose. Max was just about to open his mouth to say something snarky no doubt, however, something fell on my shoulders that caused me to stop. Whatever it was left a grease stain on my fury jacket. I noticed something on the ground and bent down to investigate, but was interrupted when I felt liquid on the back of my neck.

Gale-force winds and torrential rain battered the flight deck, but inside the drop bay, the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense. Three mechs stood at the edge of the open bay doors. Two were the new Mark VII "Vanguard" Twin Mechs, their sleek, aerodynamic chassis pulsing with a ghostly cyan nanolaminate glow. Behind them stood Jack in his heavily upgraded Mark VI Defender mech, looking like a walking fortress.