Nothing Good Starts In A Getaway Car Novels & Stories

He shut the door and walked around the side. “You told her?” Luna Ember’s voice rose a little. “Apparently, Caleb let slip a little more than I’m sure he meant to because she had nearly the whole story. But yes, I did.” Gamma Maddox got in the drivers seat and slammed the door shut. He pulled out and raced down the road. This car was the yellow beast that you could hear from blocks away. As we drove away from the pack house, it got easier to breathe. I still was fisting my shirt as I took deeper and deeper breaths.

The engine roared to life just as guards spilled from the mansion. “*Stop her!*” Genevieve’s scream pierced the night. Stephanie slammed the gas, the car lurching forward. Rearview mirrors flashed with pursuing headlights, but she swerved into alleys, losing them in the labyrinth of the city. --- An hour later, she parked in the shadow of a derelict motel, her hands welded to the steering wheel. The baby kicked again, a fragile reminder of why she’d run. She reached for her phone, still clutched in her trembling hand.

It wouldn’t do to have anyone curious enough to peek in. Sliding into the driver’s seat, Devon gripped the steering wheel, feeling the leather strain slightly beneath his hands. He started the engine, the low growl of the V8 echoing in the quiet garage. The mansion’s lights behind him seemed almost mocking—warm and safe, a reminder of what he was risking everything for. As he pulled out onto the empty road, his mind ran over every detail Damian had given him. No police. No military. No interference. It was the same tired set of rules that criminals used to feel powerful, but Damian had the leverage to make those rules stick.

“Figured I should. Though I’m guessing the NYPD has more pressing cases than designer rims gone missing.” They stepped inside together, and Ava accompanied him as he made the report. The officers at the front desk looked mortified. It wasn’t every day someone reported grand theft auto—right outside their precinct. Once the paperwork was done, Lucca followed her back outside, eyeing her car thoughtfully. “Need a ride?” Ava asked, amused. Lucca grinned. “I thought you’d never offer.” Without hesitation, he slipped into the passenger seat. “My new car’s being flown in. Should land this afternoon, if customs doesn’t hold it up.”

It was customized according to my preferences. Suddenly, a supercar sped past me, provocatively flashing its headlights. This piqued my interest. Without hesitation, I stepped on the gas, the engine roaring. I chased after it. The two sports cars were neck and neck, bringing back the feeling of racing at that time. Finally, I seized the right moment, drifted, and overtook it directly. When I stopped the car, the other party also lowered the window. A handsome and delicate face appeared before my eyes. We had just met in a race a few months ago.

But he threw me a cold glare and said no to him. The driver started the Volvo but I felt a bit uncomfortable... What happened to him?? Was he not coming?? But we were leaving for Jodhpur... Was he leaving the trip in the middle of it? Why??

He was so damn good in bed. "Ok. The other's are on their way. We need to take a few cars and leave the rest back here. Otherwise, we have to pay for extra parking spaces." My brother spoke in a monotone voice. He was always the mature one in the group. Twenty minutes later, my grumbling stomach complaining of hunger, and a teasing Travis mocking me each time my stomach grumbled and we were finally on our way. Half hour in to driving, my brother made the other two cars pull over at a gas station. He not only needed to fill up for gas, but Travis and I giggled at how pissed off he was, saying he was tired of hearing Travis and me bickering.

"I'm not lying." She nodded once, and we walked out of the motel room together. The woman and I had hurt more than anyone in my life, both of us with nothing left to lose. Then headlights swept across the parking lot. Three cars. Black. Windows tinted dark. My stomach dropped through the floor. "Get back inside," I said. "What—" "NOW, Elara." The car doors opened. Vincent Moretti stepped out of the lead car, smiling like he already knew how this was going to end.

“And he already has you disappearing for hours, driving you around, rearranging your life? Sounds very one night-stand-ish.” “Shut up,” I muttered. Then Carrie’s eyes darted to the window. “Wait…..Is THAT the car you came in?!” I considered lying. I really did. But she was already rushing outside like an excited child on Christmas morning. “Oh my God, Delia…” she whispered, staring at the sleek, expensive machine. “This is… a supercar. You… slept with Batmobile money.” Shawn whistled. “Damn. Whoever this man is… he is NOT normal.”

"Mm, they’re all fine. Don’t worry. They miss you too, so that’s why I came to pick you up early this morning." The word "too" made my heart flutter. Once we boarded the plane, I noticed it was the Langleys’ private jet. The luxurious décor, coupled with the soft sofa I sank into, made me feel more relaxed than I had ever been. A sudden ringing pulled me out of my thoughts. It was a call from Justin. Quentin noticed the incoming call and made a face. "Answer it. Some things need to be cleared up." With that, he strode into another room in the cabin.