Mic Mechanic 2 Novels & Stories

She led me to the very back of the facility, toward a private bay with a massive mechanic’s hole—the kind where you walk underneath the car while it sits over a gap in the floor. I saw a familiar car parked right over the hole. It was a sleek, dark sports car. My heart skipped a beat. It looked exactly like... Suddenly, a figure emerged from the hole, climbing up the metal steps. He was wearing a dark blue mechanic’s overall, unzipped halfway to show a black t-shirt underneath. He was wiping grease off his large, tan hands with a white rag. It was Jeremy. I froze. I felt like someone had just poured a bucket of ice water down my back.

Damien followed his mom to the armory, picking out chainmail reinforced plated armor, a sword, and whip. "Just like me," Nyx smiled. "Let's finish this war!" Mother and son high fived and headed back to the meeting room.

On the day my adoptive father, Claude Bolton, is buried, my biological parents, along with the fake heiress, Gwen Walton, force their way into the funeral hall to pressure me into signing a statement of forgiveness. They say Gwen is about to be recommended for graduate school, so she can't afford to have a disciplinary record for driving a mechanic to his death. My biological mother, Lorna Pollard, holds my hand and cries. "Claude is already dead. Don't ruin Gwen too." My biological father, Joseph Walton, presses the pen into my palm. "The dead shouldn't stand in the way of the living." Gwen kneels in front of the casket, crying pitifully. "Ada, I'm sorry. I didn't know Mr. Bolton wou

Instead, he reached out and tossed the keys to his side. I blinked. Oh damn… I hadn't even noticed that another man was standing a few feet behind him near the driveway. The other man caught the keys in the air. "Don't worry," Jax said, seeing my confused face. "Your car is in safe hands. He is a professional mechanic. He is going to take the car to the shop, repair the body, and bring it right back to this exact location when it is done." I looked at the mechanic walking toward my damaged car. Then I looked back at Jax.

"Oh my gods, thank you! I am starving." A self-pleased smirk replaces his smile when he responds "You're absolutely welcome. Shall we go?" I nod, and he leads the way back to his truck. We're at the mechanic's shop in less than 5 minutes, the shop almost walking distance from his home. The silver-haired mechanic, Steve, was a kindly gentleman who didn't charge me anything other than parts. "It was a labor of love to get you back on the road," he explains. "I honestly found the challenge of repairing your engine a truly engaging puzzle."

But Miko stayed in the doctor’s office and patiently waited her turn. “Uh, are you a MedTech too?” asked the doctor. Miko shook her head in response. “I’m an engineer, coder, designer,” she replied. “Oh, I see,” said the doctor. “Well, I can point you towards Mechanic’s Alley if you want. I’m sure they could use someone with your talents.” Miko shook her head again. “I glanced at some of their projects as I walked here,” she said. “None are interesting. However, I have a proposition for you. Judging from the bags under your eyes…”

In the van, James’s team continued watching, fully absorbed by the screens in front of them. On the other hand, Macholo pulled his vehicle into the brightly lit garage of his apartment complex, the rumble of the engine filled the spacious area before he shut it off. The garage was like a hidden workshop, with beautiful cars and heavy-duty vehicles lined up along the walls, each in various stages of modification. A few mechanics, all wearing grease-stained uniforms, were busy working on different cars, modifying engines, adjusting suspension systems, and spray painting fresh coats onto the exteriors. Macholo stepped out of his car, scanning the garage before spotting Teno, his trusted mechani

“You like this?” “Yes, sir.” “You want to cum?” “Please.” “No.” He thrust harder. Deeper. The mechanic screamed. His hands clawed at the bench. The man leaned down. His breath against the mechanic’s ear. “You’re not allowed to cum until I say your name.” “I— I don’t have one—” “You do. You just haven’t earned it yet.” He grabbed the mechanic’s jaw. Made him open his mouth. Then spat into it. “Swallow.”

I wanted to run away so badly, but, I wouldn't have anything or anyone to lean on. As I kept walking and thinking, I heard a car horning tinmy direction. Hello, my name is Kiel Francis, do you mind if I drop you off? The strange man inquired.... Good evening sir, my name is Kharis and yes, you can drop me off…

The sunlight from the open bay door caught the gold flecks in his dark eyes, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe. "She’s also right," Dax said, stepping into the room. "The Road Glide has been running rough for a week. Tank, Reaper get the supplies for the North corridor run. Mia is the lead mechanic for the Championship bikes. Her word in this garage is mine. Any problems with that?" Tank let out a huff of air, shoved his wrench into a drawer, and stomped out, followed by the others. Reaper lingered for a second, giving me a measuring look, before following.