Nothing Good Starts In A Getaway Car Novels & Stories

She ran towards the edge of the parking lot where a sleek black car waited like a getaway vehicle from a crime movie. Of course, she had a getaway car. Of course, she had planned this down to the, last detail. The engine revived the moment she reached it. The door flew open as if called. I could not see the driver clearly probably some poor helper she paid well to keep quiet, to ask no questions, to help in her games but I did not stop to think about the right and wrong of bringing innocent people into this. She climbed in, slamming the door with a final sound that echoed through the empty parking lot.

It seemed like every second went on forever. Shouts broke out behind them as they arrived at the alley's side door. The warehouse was full of guards; the alarm had been set off. "Get moving!" Shoving the door open, Xander yelled. As the noises of pursuit approached, they exploded into the crisp night air. They ran towards the getaway automobile parked a block away, Isabella's lungs burning. Isabella just got into the rear seat when the car roared away, tires spinning, Michael leapt behind the wheel, and Xander slid into the passenger seat.

I felt my cheeks heating, and Ethan’s laughter pulled me from my thoughts. “Don’t start,” I snapped. He held his hands up in surrender but did not even try to hide his smirk. “You know, sweets, they have a new Camaro coming out this year. My sexy black Camaro was hurt in our getaway attempt when a bad wolfy barreled into it,” he informed me with puppy dog eyes.

Interstate 95. 3:00 AM. The rain blurred the streetlights into streaks of neon. A convoy of three armored prison trucks smashed through the police barricade, sending patrol cars spinning off the road. "We are clear," Zero sat in the passenger seat of the lead truck, holding a stolen radio. "ETA to the docks: twenty minutes." "Boss! Bogey at six o'clock!" The driver yelled. Zero looked in the side mirror. A pair of xenon headlights cut through the rain. A low, aggressive growl of a V12 engine shook the asphalt.

I’ve got to find a way to achieve my goals without sacrificing what I have with Abigail. Shortly after we arrive outside the ground transportation deck, the driver pulls up in a black Escalade SUV. At least that’s what it appears to be to the naked eye. It’s a military grade vehicle with reinforced armor, bullet proof glass and heavily tinted windows. Naturally, it’s loaded for bear and a briefcase full of cash and identification papers for emergency travel out of the country. The driver jumps out, gives a quick respectful greeting then tosses our carry-on luggage into the back. Once the door shuts, Abigail breathes an audible sigh of relief.

Lucas and Jackson guide us toward a waiting car, parked discreetly to minimize attention. The garage, a place of muted lighting and concrete walls, harbors our escape. The car, a sleek black BMW, idles quietly as Lucas and Jackson ensure the surroundings are secure. I settle into the backseat with our Brayleigh cradled against me, Braxton and our Maddox joining me with a shared sense of relief. Lucas and Jackson take their positions in the front seats, the engine humming to life as the car eases out of the garage. The steel doors rumble shut behind us, sealing off the hospital's protective embrace. As we emerge into the city's flow of traffic, we share a moment of respite.

Whose car arrived? Marcus held Theo's hand tightly, and he breathed nervously, as if he felt something really bad is going to happen. ''It's Amanda's car.''

“Keep it close to you, but it isn't registered and shouldn't also be found on you.” He put his hand on her hips and kissed her cheeks. “Clean the gun off prints and get rid of it fast, baby. Then, go to Rose. She shouldn't be left alone for long.” With this, he walked out of the penthouse apartment and into the elevator. … The time was 12:25 when the Lincoln came out of the underground garage. Gorevoy started his engine. A moment later, a break came in the traffic and the Lincoln edged into the road. As it drew away from the condo, Gorevoy eased his car out of the curb and went after it.

A blacked-out Escalade idled at the curb—same model they’d used to transport me the first time. Lucas opened the back door. “After you, kitten.” I looked back once—at the shattered coffee shop, at the lives I’d just condemned to trauma so I could keep breathing. Then I climbed inside. The door slammed shut behind me. Armani slid in on my right. Lucas on my left. Theo took the driver’s seat. The engine purred to life. As we pulled away, Armani leaned close, lips brushing my ear. “Welcome home, wild cat.” I stared straight ahead, watching the coffee shop shrink in the side mirror until it disappeared.

"And do not contact me even if a war breaks out, is that clear?" "Yes, sir," the head guard said, keeping his head bowed while Lucius slipped onto the seat. "Are you ready, my love?" he asked, once settled in. I didn't bother to give him an answer, deciding to give him a taste of his medicine. "Not talking?" he mused, starting the car and pulling out of the large mansion. "You started it," I muttered under my breath, watching through the glass as we sped on to the ridiculously long driveway. "Fair enough," he said, stepping on it. "We are going on a getaway."