Road Rage Stories Novels & Stories

************ Drystan was speeding down the narrow road with his pulse thumping hard against his ear when he suddenly heard the crash of a pebble against his car. His jaws tightened as he stared at the damaging effect that the pebbles had caused on the left side glass of his car. His leg pressed hard on break and his car came to a rough halt. His grip tightened against the wheel and his knuckles almost turned white as anger slitted through him. Today is not so a good day for him, so the mother fucker was wrong to think that he would not die a ruthless death today.

I ran as fast as I could to be able to cross the road, however before I could reach the other side, a speeding Black Range Rover is about to hit me. My body stilled. I closed my eyes waiting for the impact since my mind got blocked because of the sudden situation. After a few seconds, I opened my eyes again and saw it stopped in front of me. With a furious face and raging anger, I walked towards the car and hit the tire on the driver's side. “You freaking idiot, get out of this damn car!” I shouted to the driver.

The boss ordered me to go after her, so I have no idea how it all ended, although I heard that Oleg and Yakov also ran away. “Thankfully, no.” Dice turns onto a street that has the red lights on. “Just Sal’s bloody arm. That’s what he gets for being so fucking aggressive.” Dice chuckles, but I don’t think it’s funny. God, how I hate the traffic in New York. “Some of the other guys got minor injuries, but nothing too serious,” he continues, checking the clock on his wrist out of habit. “What about the Rominas?” I press through clenched teeth. I still can’t believe they escaped.

It was kind of interesting incident for him to meet Liam around a year back. He was going back to his Penthouse after a dinner with a client when he asked his driver to take the linked roads instead of highway. He wanted to enjoy a peaceful journey. He was looking out of his tinted windows catching up the running life, when he caught a boy fighting more than 5 people in a street. He tapped the roof of his car and the driver parked the car silently.

I managed to cross the road without causing an accident. I was pressed between onlookers of the accident. “Excuse me?” It was frustrating. These people ignored me—no one listened to me, except they were busy taking pictures and recording the horrible collision between two sedans. “Adley! Mrs. C!” Romare managed to grab me on the wrist. “Are you trying to harm yourself?”

I gasped as I halted in my thoughts. The cab driver sighed in frustration while we were stuck in the traffic. I glanced at the window adjusting my sunglasses while watching the situation outside. "Couldn't be better?!" I heard the driver scoff in annoyance. He slammed his palms on the steering wheel and groaned. "Huh! Road rage at its finest!"

Ward asks. “Crazy enough, I do.” “You do?” “Yes. I remember the accident.” Dr. Richmond pulls up a chair to sit. “Why don’t you tell us what you remember. “I remember that I was walking from across the street. I was leaving here for some reason. As I was crossing the street, a dark-skinned guy who was driving a dark blue Toyota began to speed up. He had a weird smile on his face like he was happy with what he was about to do, but anyway, I watched as the car hit me. It hits me and runs me over.”

“This Nimgo driver has some nerve. He hit the Valterra, and yet, he demanded to be paid. The kid kicks his door a little, and he talks about putting the other person behind bars? He’s obviously trying to scare the young guy.” “Don’t worry, kid. Take down my number. I’ll testify for you if needed!” “Exactly! I’ve studied some law myself. Damage under five thousand isn’t criminal. You only scratched his trashy Nimgo. How could that possibly be five thousand?” Encouraged, Jason slammed my hood and shouted, “Today, you’ll pay for my car and apologize, or you’re not leaving!” I chuckled coldly and pointed at the approaching traffic cop. “Ask the cop who should be paying. As for apologizing, you b

I quickly barked. I almost died in a car crash when I was 17. My ex-boyfriend was upset with me about something and he had severe road rage. And he had a bad temper. We were upside down on the road. After that, though, I can’t remember much. I don’t remember going to the hospital or how we even got hit. When the officers questioned me, I told them I don’t remember other than the car being upside down. Along with some other stuff they questioned me about.

I am not in the headspace for some local’s road rage. The driver guns the engine and whips around me. They swerve back into my lane with zero clearance, forcing me to slam the brakes. "Dammit!" I hiss as my belongings slide into the footwell. I lean on the horn, and they speed off, taking the next hairpin turn on two wheels.