Move To The City In A Broke Down Car Novels & Stories

They skidded out of the way as I broke through the barricade. My car emerged on the other side like a bicycle that had just escaped from a hurricane. Its glasses had shattered and the body was full of dents. The dangling sound of metal scrap permeated my ears and the engine croaked. I knew that the car wouldn't last long, but I didn't stop.

Becky looked at the screen from time to time, while serving her customers with the chilled Pina Coladas and margaritas. “What's happening in the city? It is quite unusual”. One man commented while watching the news on the tv. “My car broke in the morning and then it starts to smoke. I immediately went out before it suddenly starts melting. Within few minutes it turns into melted steel like other vehicles. The situation is horrible”. The other commented.

MAVERICK’S POV I didn’t fucking care if hit a car or not, but those angry drivers who kept sending curses my way, definitely cared about their cars, which I bumped mine against, why trying to navigate past the goddamn slow movement on the road. Rochester city is always busy at night from people going to clubs, some heading home from work and others, from their different businesses, hence the holdup. I, on the other hand, would do whatever it took to get out of the goddamn hold up and get to Kaida as fast as I could.

“Move!” He fired twice behind us, glass shattering as bullets pinged off metal. I jammed the car into gear, my hands shaking. We tore out of the alley, tires screaming against the wet pavement. My breath came in gasps. I could barely see through the rain. Cole leaned over, barking directions. “Left—then up the ramp. Lose the tail before we hit the bridge.” I turned hard, the car fishtailing for a second before gripping again. The city lights blurred past in streaks of red and gold. My heart felt like it was going to break out of my chest.

"Don't burn yourself." His hand froze midair, and a flicker of surprise flashed through his eyes. He suddenly slammed his foot on the gas, and the beat-up Geely roared like a tractor. Instead of slowing down over the speed bump, he sped up. The jolt threw me upward, causing my head to knock against the roof. I clenched my teeth and didn't make a sound. Finally, the car stopped at the entrance of a run-down alley in the slums. Dirty water pooled on the ground, and the walls were covered with scrawled ads for fake IDs and drain-cleaning services.

I was running away. Not in the metaphorical sense—the literal one. My old Honda Civic sped down the highway, its engine groaning like it shared my exhaustion. Each mile put more distance between me and the life I’d left behind. The city that once felt like a bustling maze of possibilities had become a gilded cage. My ex-husband, Daniel, held the keys, and every turn was a dead end. Now, with nothing but the clothes in my suitcase and a half-tank of gas, I was finally breaking free.

Chapter Four “The Fight in Her Eyes” POV Carina I never thought heartbreak could evolve into fuel, but it does. By the time I step out of the apartment, it’s already dark—inside and out. The city hums like it doesn’t care that my world is burning down. I hail a cab with trembling fingers and mutter Vanessa’s address to the driver. He glances back at me once, like he sees something wild in my eyes, then drives without a word.

The call felt so surreal—like something out of a bad crime show. I’d been broke before. Like, couch-surfing, noodles-for-dinner broke. Two hundred and fifty grand could erase every dumb financial decision I’d ever made. But the thought of betraying Jax like that made my stomach churn. I looked up at the darkened windows lining the far side of my room and saw a sleek black SUV idled across the street, the headlights off. I walked to the windows, about to pull the curtains shut, but just as I did, the car drove away.

After I dropped the call, I rang my parents and told them about the alarm. They were in the Council territory, and it would take longer to reach them. This was why I didn’t agree when Amber said they wanted to move out of their pack. I suggested the neutral city or Harley so they’d just be an hour or two away from us, but of course, they didn’t listen. I asked Carlston to stop the car, and we exchanged seats. I knew he could drive fast if he wanted to, but since we would break many traffic rules tonight, I would rather take the blame, and because sometimes, I could easily get away with it.

“Tell you what? That I haven’t heard from him either? That I’m just as terrified?” Terrified of losing your source of income? Yes. I ran a hand down my face, my frustration boiling over. “Forget it.” I spun back toward the door with the keys already in my hand again. “Where are you going?” “To look,” I muttered, yanking the door open. “Since no one else seems to be trying hard enough.” The city changed as I drove. The polished streets gave way to forgotten edges, flickering signs, and run-down diners. This looked like a place Miguel might run to when he didn’t want to be found.