The Legendary Mechanic Novel Full Novels & Stories

We have some of our men operating as mechanics. The cars that come in are always a part of the business. They have drugs or guns stuffed in them and we do business as normal, under everyone’s eyes, in the open. I have some big names in my pocket, getting paid to keep their eyes closed and not come looking for me, but there are always some rogue people who think they can take me. Like Blake. My phone rings one more time and I feel like throwing it out of the window, but I can’t. My entire life is attached to that fucking thing but Sandrine is making me think it would be worth losing it all just for a few moments of peace and quiet.

I said plainly, stating the faults caused by the race. “Okay, Sir!” The mechanic replied. He signalled his co-worker. The co-worker nodded and ran towards the other route. He returned shortly, sitting behind the wheel of a tow truck. I watched as the mechanic attached the winch to the car’s axle. He gave the driver a thumb up as a signal to start driving. “So, ready to celebrate? 156th win so far.” Jasper said enthusiastically. Hm! I slid my hand to my pocket and got a pack of cigarettes. I took out a stick and discarded the rest in my pocket. I lit it with a lighter.

“That’s what the warriors saw?” “It is….” As the anger grew, his eyebrow raised up. “There weren’t reports of those machines.” Piercy showed me a particular one that made my skin crawl. “This is used to keep the woman open for multiple men. Tell me that didn’t happen to you?”

The thick, viscous silver liquid sealed inside the chamber looked dense and heavy, shimmering like liquid moonlight trapped in glass. "Roll up your sleeve, girl," the old man commanded. His deep voice carried no trace of pity, but it lacked any sense of malice either. He wasn't a savior or a villain; he was simply a clinical mechanic fixing a severely broken machine. "Your father always swore to me that you were the strongest structural piece of this entire puzzle. Let us see if he was right about your code."

The machine collapsed into the mud, its gears hissing as the black fluid leaked into the snow. But there were eleven more. I fell back toward the longhouse, my gray-stained palm burning as the "Thirteenth resonance" tried to surface one last time. I looked at the stranger’s book, open on the ledger-table. The third page was blank, waiting for a line that could justify the blood that was currently spilling onto our first harvest. "Sara!" Xander screamed, his voice swallowed by the roar of the mechanical line as two of the iron giants pinned his arms against the barricade, their shears hovering inches from the charcoal heart on his chest.

I smiled. I leaned back in my chair, thinking. I was having a hard time wrapping my head around the coincidence of a mechanic being available in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere. The fact that she was my mate was even more absurd. I felt like I was being set up, but I couldn’t figure out what anyone would have to gain from it. I picked up my laptop and searched for Earl’s Auto Repair in Summerville and was surprised when it popped up immediately. It was reviewed very well. It looks like Earl is an honest guy.

On the day my adoptive father, Claude Bolton, is buried, my biological parents, along with the fake heiress, Gwen Walton, force their way into the funeral hall to pressure me into signing a statement of forgiveness. They say Gwen is about to be recommended for graduate school, so she can't afford to have a disciplinary record for driving a mechanic to his death. My biological mother, Lorna Pollard, holds my hand and cries. "Claude is already dead. Don't ruin Gwen too." My biological father, Joseph Walton, presses the pen into my palm. "The dead shouldn't stand in the way of the living." Gwen kneels in front of the casket, crying pitifully. "Ada, I'm sorry. I didn't know Mr. Bolton wou

Alexander 's POV Dressed in her signature black: leather pants tucked into combat boots, a cropped hoodie revealing the intricate tattoo of interlocking gears and thorns curling up her midriff—a nod to her mechanic father's garage back in the pack enclaves. She never bowed to anyone, not even Damian, who'd once caught her hot-wiring his vintage Triumph just to "test the wards." Instead of punishment, he'd hired her on as a junior enforcer for the university's security detail. Lena Vale didn't do deference; she did disruption.

He's standing at the boot now looking over at me and I'm incredibly uncomfortable. "I… I'm not sure." Everything I say seems to be sounding like a question and I have no idea why, but the guy nods and goes back to circling it. Suddenly I'm not sure if I locked it, but I feel like if I do now, it'll look like I'm doing it because I don't trust him. Which I don't, but I don't want him to know that. "Reg mate, get 'ere and look at this." He shouts and I flinch, then he's looking at me again. "My buddy Reg is a mechanic, he'll love seeing a car like this."

"So… if I’m reading this right, it looks like a series of small incidents that, on their own, could be easily explained away… does that sound right?” Aiden nodded, it was essentially what she was thinking, too. Brakes failing on Grandad Bill’s car, causing a bit worse than a fender bender, despite being recently serviced. The police had ruled it an accidental oversight on the part of the mechanic for failing to replace the fluid. The mechanic had absolutely lost his mind over the suggestion, too. Aiden remembered him; he swore by his work and Nan had never stopped going to him for her auto repairs before he retired. She had believed him and that meant something.