Nothing Good Starts In A Getaway Car Novels & Stories

Without even looking at Bliss he was aware of her tense posture, the way she'd sat up straighter, smoothed her clothes down. Chubby? That was not the word Travis would use. Gavin needed to grow the fuck up and stop looking at skin mags as his guide to women. Bliss was...real. "Right. That plate traces back to a truck that was stolen," he said. "The plates were on a car. Buick Electra, 1970s make I think, beige." "Okay. Um, let me see what I can look up." "Fine." "Ration?" "What?" "Are you going to bang her?"

When everything was done, they got into the truck and I eased away from the crime scene so we wouldn’t get stuck in the ditch. The truck and trailer made it onto the road without a problem and we drove away. As we found our way back towards the rental house, everyone sighed in relief at another good snatch and getaway. It would seem that we had perfected the art of cattle thieving and we were a good team for it. Now it was just a matter of getting the last of the cattle we needed and not getting caught. We have done well so far.

“Thank you, sir.” As the Escalade’s engine started, I dropped onto my belly with the intention of hiding under the Corvette, but the car was too low and the stitches on the back of my head struck against the steel frame setting my head on fire. Pressing a hand against my skull, I furled off the cement and skirted around the back of the Corvette not noticing my phone had slipped from its holder. Bonner walked along with the vehicle as it backed out, watched the guy turn the SUV around, and then headed back up the stairs as the Cadillac turned left out of the driveway.

She picks it up, opens it, and as agreed, there is 10k cash, a fake ID card, and a gun. Gianna smiles before putting the bag in the back seat. She holds the steering wheel and for seconds she looks at the dark road ahead to brace herself for the uncertainty ahead. After this, she starts the car and drives off. WORDS: 2905 NEXT UPDATE: SUNDAY

It opened. "What are you doing?" Emma asked in surprise. "Stealing a car," Steve casually replied and got in. He knew that one in six people did not always lock their car around high class residential areas. "Get in," Steve said as he removed the plastic cover behind the steering wheel. He pulled out one wire and another, cut them then joined them together. The vehicle softly rumbled to life. Emma reluctantly got in but she did not look happy about it. "This is grand theft auto," She muttered.

But now, all I saw in his eyes was disappointment and disgust. "Dad!" I opened my mouth, wanting to explain that the government did not abandon me. They wanted me back in the lab. After this last successful assignment, I was awarded a hefty research grant and a performance bonus. The agency even promised me special treatment in basic living arrangements. I gained far more than they could ever imagine. However, Dad waved me off before I could say another word. "Enough! We're heading to brunch. You're all sweaty and gross, so don't bother tagging along."

How would I ever forget his voice? I walked through the ruined living area and stepped out. I saw that many cars—particularly SUVs—were speeding away. I looked around and saw an empty car. I broke the window with my elbow and then got in. I couldn’t find the key, so I hotwired the car and it started. I drove out of the lot and drove after Nox. I could still catch up to him and find out where the hell he was going. I wasn’t sure why, but it felt like something important to do.

“But hating it doesn’t change what needs to be done.” The sound of an engine roaring to life jolts me from my thoughts. I don't know how long I'd been lost in thought, but judging the fact that my friends are back, it appears to have been a couple of hours. Moments later, headlights pierce through the trees, and the stolen car—a beat-up old sedan—rolls to a stop in front of us. Eleanor steps out of the driver’s seat, her expression grim but determined. “Get in." Greta hesitates, clutching Mia tightly. “Whose car is this?"

"Head toward the industrial park on 4th street. Dex said there’s an abandoned towing yard we can ditch the SUV in, but you need to keep your headlights off and stay off the main roads." The drive was an agonizing, suffocating crawl through the dark, rain-slicked streets of the city. Every pair of headlights that swept across our tinted windows made my heart slam against my ribs, and every distant siren made Allie flinch so hard the SUV swerved in the lane. We were fugitives now. We had assaulted syndicate cleaners, stolen a car, and possessed a decrypted ledger that proved the local hockey coach was running a betting ring for a murderous bagman who happened to be my boyfriend's estranged fat

“You’re loving this. Finally breaking out of your straight-and-narrow routine. This is the kind of shit people remember.” I collapsed into the passenger seat, adrenaline buzzing in my chest like a second heartbeat. “Or the kind of shit people get arrested for.” Carter barked out a laugh, starting the engine. “Relax. No one’s patrolling Grayfield at midnight. What’s the worst that could happen?”