Nothing Good Starts In A Getaway Car นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

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.

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.

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.

The crowd outside is staggering in confusion, wine glasses shattering, heels clicking against the stone. “Where the hell is the SUV?” Carlton asks, scanning the street. As if on cue, a black SUV skids around the corner, tires squealing. The passenger door swings open, one of my men leaning out. “Pakhan! Pakhan, get in!” Carlton doesn’t hesitate. He dives in first. I follow, slamming the door shut. The engine roars, tires screeching, and we’re gone before anyone can react. The city is alive, a blur of neon and chaos. Behind us, a few security vehicles tear out of the auction driveway, sirens blaring.

A getaway ride was a getaway ride. "Get in!" I shoved Stacy onto the back seat and dove in right behind her, slamming the door shut right as three rounds slammed into the metal doorframe. Bright slammed his foot on the gas, the engine roaring like a beast outta a cage. The tires caught traction, kicking up gravel and smoke as we rocketed out the alley. I whipped my head around to look out the back glass. Gabriel’s goons were already piling into a heavy-duty SUV, flicking their high beams on, riding our bumper like a bat out of hell.

To clear the path, he had even sent my parents far away. Just then, my phone buzzed with a text. [Liana, are you okay? Zack made us leave out of the blue today. He said the company is changing hands and someone is targeting you, so we should stay away for now. Your father and I don’t understand what’s going on… Hasn’t the transition happened? But the tickets have been bought, we went with it.] Zack didn’t understand one thing—no one around me would ever act behind my back. I steadied myself and replied, [I’m fine. Enjoy your trip. Leave everything else to me.]

Cassie was as wide eyed as the rest of them and turned to catch Henry quickly avert his eyes from her. “What are you—” “Blimey, look at the time! We’d better hurry up!” Henry spoke hurriedly, desperately trying to rid off the nervousness in his voice. “Alright lover boy, let’s go,” Lucas said mildly, dragging Marcus along with him who had been rendered motionless by the then blushing Bianca Sinclair. It had all happened so fast. The super car thief was racing down an avenue in Midtown in his Devel Sixteen when he suddenly stepped on the breaks, the car’s wheels squealing hard before the car finally came to a halt.

She continues on letting me know repeatedly that I was really safe and it truly is over. I'm glad the plan worked like thunder. It was loud and fast. My mind kept on swirling back to the event that just happened hours ago. I could still feel how my body shaking in fear the whole time I was walking down the aisle. Charles's face was so confidently arrogant. He manipulated me and succeeded to make me live in fear. He led me to believe that he was really untouchable. Although a huge part of me has so much hesitation about this plan but what can I do, I didn't have a choice. It was the last resolve I could ever take. The way out was easy after we killed Charles. Carly's new team consists of seve

At the company's annual awards ceremony, my boss personally presented me with the "Employee of the Year" award. The bonus was ten million dollars, and he promised it would go through immediately, right there on the spot. Hundreds of my coworkers rose to their feet and applauded. Champagne and confetti rained down around me. But the next morning, the police showed up and took me from my own home. The company had reported me, claiming I suffered from a severe delusional disorder, that I'd not only imagined receiving a ten-million-dollar bonus but had also attacked the finance system in an attempt to siphon off company funds. I pulled up the transfer record and the gala footage on my phone