Road Rage Story Novels & Stories

“I got the footage.” I turned to him sharply and pushed myself off the wall. “Show me.” He nodded, pulling his laptop out from under his arm and setting it on the glass table in the lounge. Jeremy scrambled to his feet, wiping his eyes with the back of his wrist before following us. The video played on a small window. Stella, Bree, and Vivian appeared in the doorway, watching with wide, tearful eyes. The footage showed the blocked road, the cars lined up in confusion, the fight breaking out between them and us when some idiot tried to demand payment to “pass through sacred land.”

The street was sparsely trafficked, and only one vehicle was coming in front of them, Frank crossed it and forced the driver to stop: an old woman who was going at low speed in her Subaru Forester, immediately he opened the door and, as best he could, took her out of the vehicle, while she was yelling things and trying to hit him with her hands. “I’m sorry, ma’am!" Frank yelled at her, grabbing her bag from the passenger seat and throwing it at her feet. The old woman kept complaining and cursing him. Frank spotted Roy, running up and pointing at him. He fired two shots at him, one hitting the rear-view mirror and the other brushing past the right ear. He immediately backed up and reached th

MAVERICK’S POV I didn’t fucking care if hit a car or not, but those angry drivers who kept sending curses my way, definitely cared about their cars, which I bumped mine against, why trying to navigate past the goddamn slow movement on the road. Rochester city is always busy at night from people going to clubs, some heading home from work and others, from their different businesses, hence the holdup. I, on the other hand, would do whatever it took to get out of the goddamn hold up and get to Kaida as fast as I could.

My breath starts to come short, my pulse pounding, as I look frantically around, trying to peer through the rain-soaked windshield, trying to figure out if I’m going to die in a car crash, or because he’s going to hit me, or when he takes me up to his apartment and forces me to – A horn screeches behind us and Edward curses, fluent and mad, as a blue car pulls in front of us and slams on its breaks. Edward spins our car, hitting the gas, seeking to get around it, but the blue car is faster, more agile. I watch with wide eyes, my hands still gripping the car’s interior, wondering if I’m going to be witness – or victim – to murder by road rage. “This fucking bitch!” Edward shouts, leaning on h

I knew there were many applicants and I needed to get there before they hired someone. While I was driving, a woman suddenly crossed the street and almost caused me to hit her. I quickly hit the brakes, and we both survived. I couldn't continue driving because the woman didn't move from where she stood. I got off my motorcycle and told her off. Unexpectedly, she fought back, and we ended up yelling at each other.

Valeria shook her head and replied, "I wasn't drunk, Mom. After I received your call, I became sober, but I was absent-minded when I was driving. I didn't see the car in front of me, and I bumped into the Bentley. The owner asked me if I had the insurance to pay for the repairs, then she beat me up until I fainted." It was clear to her parents that it was road rage. Valeria looked at her mother and said, "Mom, I hope my brother-in-law will forgive me for assaulting his precious daughter. I thought he would choose Sage over his wife. Unfortunately, it was my wishful thinking."

My heart leapt into my throat. “Ronan!” I shouted over the roar. “Don’t you think you’re going too fast?! Slow down!” He didn’t answer. He accelerated. I cursed under my breath, gripping him tighter. My fingers dug into the fabric of his jacket as we flew down the road like we had nothing to lose. The city was a smear of motion, the wind a slap of adrenaline. This man has a death wish. Father, I prayed silently, please take control of this situation. Don’t let this mafia maniac turn me into roadkill. I’ve still got unresolved trauma to work through!

I asked a group of youths for money, they eyed me in response. I begged everyone I could to no avail. I had forgotten how wicked my countrymen were. I sighed in frustration. Before I could give up. I saw a car driving past. I walked in the middle of the road which was a stupid thing to do. Well, you can't blame me. It's better to die than experience this. The car stopped with a jerk. It had almost hit me. "Can't you see?" The woman shouted angrily. "Why would you stand in the middle of the road? This is how you put people into problems they never bargained for!"

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.”

Harley said simply. Rick glanced at her. She nodded and gained more confidence as she continued speaking. “Yes. Road rage. It’s the easiest solution. We tell them we were out looking for a place to stop and stargaze out in the country, with no influence from the lights of the city. We came across another car that wanted to race. Benji didn’t really engage until the other car got aggressive and turned into him. One thing led to another, but we didn’t see it all happen. They were at least two hundred feet up the road in the dark. That way if our stories don’t all match up we’re covered.”