Subaru X Julius Novels & Stories

Julius was behind the wheel, one hand on the gearshift, glancing at me every few seconds like I might pass out again. “You sure you’re good?” he asked. His filled with concern, he looked like he wanted to take me back into the house. “Stop asking me that.” I snapped at him; his questions were beginning to irritate me. “Okay, okay.” He replied, giving up. We drove in silence for a while, music low. The kind of drive where thoughts get too loud. Then Julius spoke. “Look, man. About everything... about Carolyn.” I didn’t answer. He pressed on.

Then he helped Julia get down and then guided her forward a few steps. “Are you ready for your surprise?” Xavier questioned Julia. “Yes,” Julia replied. “Ok., I'm removing your blindfold now and opening your eyes slowly when I say open,” Xavier said to her. “Ok,” Julia replied and then Xavier opened her blindfold slowly. “1..2..3, open your eyes slowly,” Xavier said. Julia followed his every word and then opened her eyes slowly. Her eyes went wide open after looking at the cruiser in front of her. It was white in color and had glasses all over.

Scott’s face immediately darkened. "My younger brother?" "Mm-hmm, your third brother from the Nichols family, Julian!" As she spoke, Julissa took out her phone, unlocked the screen, and showed Scott a picture of Julian. In the photo, Julian looked handsome in a deep blue denim shirt, his hair neatly styled, with sharp features and a bright, sunny smile that exuded warmth and vitality. Scott pursed his lips. "He’s just a bit more handsome, not as perfect as you all think. When he’s home, he just plays with his phone all day, useless at anything, and even grinds his teeth while sleeping."

I admonish him as I get in the driver’s seat. Yes, my car is old…ish. It’s a 2006 Range Rover in deep blue, which funny enough matches his eye colour. It’s almost twenty years old and aside from needing a little maintenance every now and then – like all cars do – it has served me well for the past five years. Julian climbs into the car, looking around as he adjusts the seat, making room for his legs. He tries to put the seat belt on but each time he tries, it locks, immediately frustrating him. I lean over, releasing the seat belt and slowly pull it down and buckle him in.

As Elena brought her car to a stop near the main marble entrance, she noticed a sleek black SUV pulling up right beside her at the exact same moment. The driver’s side door of the SUV opened, and Julian stepped out into the cool night air. Julian looked exhausted. His dark hair was slightly messy, his tie loosened at his collar, and his navy jacket unbuttoned. The sharp, terrifying anger he had carried earlier in the day at his office was gone, replaced by a heavy, hollow fatigue.

Inside the cabin the atmosphere was thick with a heavy focused stillness. Julian sat on the leather banquette, his big frame hunched a bit forward as he looked at the copies of the newly secured European deeds. He had taken off his traveling sweater for a tailored charcoal-grey shirt; the top two buttons open, his sleeves rolled up to show his thick scarred forearms. His face was a mask of executive hostility. The excitement of the Alpine campaign had turned into something more dangerous: a quiet calculated determination to finish what his family had started fifteen years ago.

"Wait for me when the main drive hits the gate. I’m coming for you, Aria. Just hold on." I hung up and stood there for a few minutes, trying to fix my face. My eyes were red and puffy, and I looked like I’d been through a blender, but I didn't care. I walked toward the front of the club, avoiding the main paths until I reached the spot where the cars pulled in. True to his word, it wasn't even fifteen minutes before Julian’s SUV came flying up the drive. He didn't even wait for the valet. He threw the car into park and jumped out. And boy did he look pissed.

"What is it?" "Xavier," Marcus’s voice came through the receiver, sharp, cold, and stripped of all celebration. "Julian wasn't the top of the food chain. He was working for someone else. And whoever it is... they just sent us a message." Xavier’s eyes went dark, his hand tightening around Selah in the quiet dark of the room as the next storm began to gather on the horizon.

he mumbled and quickly made a smooth reverse to navigate around a concrete pillar. As the car smoothly hit the open highway, a comfortable silence settled between them as Marcus turned on a solemn classic music he knew Jules liked. With a soft tap on the sleek central touchscreen, he quietly adjusted her passenger seat, reclining it to a perfect, supportive resting position so she could finally relax. But inside Jules’s mind, Sasha’s parting words from Saturday morning suddenly began to echo, in a loud and intrusive way right at the moment she should be resting her head, “That man is crazily, deeply in love with you.”

Lucas took Julia to the car showroom and let her choose the car she wanted. Julia, who was clueless about cars, didn't know what kind of model would be suitable for a woman. She saw a red car, and its color and design looked elegant and luxurious. "What about that one? I like the color and shape!" Julia said, pointing to the car she wanted. "Oh, a Toyota GR Supra. You have excellent taste, sweetheart! That's a great car!" Lucas said, smiling broadly. He didn't expect his wife to choose such a classy car.