Motorcity Novels & Stories

Julia's dad parked her car in front of the store when he dropped by the store earlier. I walked to the bus stop and waited for the bus to arrive. "Cara, I'll drive you home," Austin suddenly appeared in front of me, riding a motorcycle. "When did you buy a motorcycle?" I asked him as I went near him. "This is my father's. I only borrowed it," he said. "It's dangerous. Be careful," I said. Austin needs to be careful if he doesn't want to be like what happened to Dad. "I didn't want to ride with Julia so I could have some time alone," I said.

"I can see the wheels turning son what're you up to?" "Nothing Cy, just plotting how I'm going to get rid of that thing." "Now Colt you can't do that, I know what you're worried about but our Kat is a sensible girl she won't take any chances; you can't destroy it it's a thing of beauty. That would be like destroying the new Lyon Z five hundred. Come on let her have her toy it's safer than a bike and at least she won't try jumping over anything in that. Besides she won't be driving it for long with the baby coming there's no place for a car seat."

“You’re the victim here, Vee.” “I’m not a victim,” I mutter bitterly, clenching my jaw. The tires squeal against the pavement as Nessa takes the turn onto my street too fast, my hands flying to the roof of her car to brace myself. My house comes into view and I see Chase’s white Ford Raptor parked in the driveway, my heart plummeting. “Fuck,” I murmur, realizing that we’re too late. As we draw closer, I see that there’s another truck parked beside Chase’s and his friends Alec and Dare are loading boxes into the tailgate. “What the hell?”

Chapter: 4. ***** “Welcome to SinCity." With bulging eyes they beheld for the first time the beauty of the city, it was nighttime already and lights could be seen from every angle like tiny dots of stars radiating from skyscrapers to smaller buildings and street lamps that burn beautiful colors to the many roads that lay on both sides. "Wow!" Jason breathed out. "This is so beautiful!" "I totally agree with you, my friend." Eric whistled as he drove on.

“Three cars left that area in the last two hours. One was a purple Charger — probably a local, drug dealer most likely. One tan Cadillac. And a silver Honda Civic.” Eric leaned over him. “Where did they go?” “Charger’s in the city now — definitely not it. Cadillac went into the suburbs. The Honda took the interstate.” Our eyes met. We all said it at once. “The Honda.” The tech guy nodded and started working faster. “I’m tracking it now through exit cams.”

Even it was raining hard, the street was still busy with wheels rolling on the wet street, and feet marching on the sidewalk. The Ladies’ Coffee was a small café on the east of New York City. It was quite unpopular because of its location. It was hidden behind the tall law firm building, and was a bit far from the center of downtown. Not many actually knows that an eighteen-years-old café was existing behind the Madison Firm.

I know that Jackson is his boss at the garage that he sometimes works at. He throws a wink at us, "You kids, go wild!" He says enthusiastically, but then shakes his head almost immediately and strictly remarks, "But don't forget to put the helmet on!" I chuckle at his silliness, and he gives me a knowing smile before he walks back inside. Chase doesn't waste more time, his hand curls around my wrist and pulls me away. When he stops, I gape the motor parked ahead of us, it has got to be the brand-new top-of-the-line, hugest, blackest, and loudest motor I've ever laid my eyes on.

"Garette, goddamit, you are going to use in our racing your new Ferrari F8 Tributo? Atty. Hector exaggeratedly eyed Atty. Garette's Ferrari like an owl ogling it. Atty. Hector's father, a known Chinese businessman is one of the major stockholders of this racing circuit in Cambridge, Massachusetts, which is why they could easily and freely sprint around, running their cars like they are not afraid to die. "Why, would that be a problem?" Garette retorted grinning. He knows how fast his Ferrari could be. But Hector would not settle for an answer that would make him like an afraid idiot mackerel who would scuffle his way inside a can; he also has his own alas!

Eric began to address the Phoenix Mafia and Yvonne “First off, Jim. I heard from Mr. Smith you used to be Mr. Quinton’s right-hand man; I also hear you love the classics. Therefore, I recommend an updated version of the Ford Mustang. The gray-coloured Mustang in my showroom should suit your taste just fine.” “Ivy, you are the team’s tech expert. Mr. Smith said you once called yourself the female ‘Tony Stark’. How fitting, then, that I can pass the keys of the black, electric Audi R8 to you in a short moment.”

. In a practical sense, the doors of Chester Motors were open to everyone. And on Saturday afternoons, Billie, Barbara and Arlyne would sometimes walk down 116th Street to visit the Weiss brothers. They wore their best dresses for the occasion, because Irving didn't like his family to dress casually in public, especially not in the Chester Motors showroom, where the Weiss brothers went out of their way to look elegant to show off their selection of automobiles. The floors were covered with faux marble tiles and mirrors wrapped around several thick columns. Arlyne eventually came to call it "the mirror maze." To some degree, Chester Motors' classy pretensions were belied by its clientele, com