The Legendary Mechanic Novels & Stories

Aveline The scent of oil, sweat, and rust was oddly comforting. In a world full of people wearing masks, at least my mechanic shop was honest. Machines didn’t lie. They just broke—and I knew how to fix them. I wiped the back of my hand across my cheek, leaving a streak of black grease behind. The engine I was working on whined to life for the first time in weeks, and I allowed myself a small, satisfied smile. “Good girl,” I muttered to the bike as the rumble settled into a steady purr.

The side, caved in as if crushed by a giant. But I didn’t just see mangled steel. I saw her body being thrown. Her head hitting. The scream she couldn’t give. I closed my eyes for a second, breathing deeply. Then I turned to the mechanic. "I want a full report. Now." The man, in a greasy jumpsuit and gloves, nodded and grabbed a clipboard. "We’re almost done, Mr. Salvatore." I looked at Paolo, who understood immediately. He took two steps forward, staring down the mechanic.

His eyes flickered towards Levy before he turned to look at Ryan who pulled out two fifty dollars bills and handed them to the mechanic, “ Now can we go?” He knew that this cheap old man was trying to rip them off but there was nothing that they could do, the rest of the mechanics' shops were all closed and this one was the only one which was open. The middle-aged man looked at the crisp dollar bills and then nodded before he pushed himself off the ground and then picked up his toolbox before he walked over to the entrance of the garage before he stated with a jolly voice, “ You are lucky, I was going to close the shop after dealing with that car. If you were fifteen minutes late then you wo

I lifted my head from his chest and looked at him with a suspicious frown, trying to put the puzzle pieces together. “Do you perhaps think the mechanic that worked your car and those bastards are working together?” He asked, wearing a malicious look. “Send me the mechanic’s details. I think it’s time I paid him a little visit.’ I looked away and sighed, worry plastering on my face. “I don’t think. Diesel isn’t that type of person.”

Asher felt a surge of pride so sharp it nearly hurt. Snake blinked, stunned. “How the hell do you know that?” “My dad was a mechanic before he decided to be a ghost,” Lila said with a shrug, tossing the cigarette back at him. “I grew up under a chassis. Now, are we going to stand around measuring dicks, or am I going to get a tour of this dump?”

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.

"Excuse me mister, I'm paying you for your job. Do I look like someone who'll wait for something?" The mechanic stood up from where he was lying beneath the car. And that was when she saw him. A dark skinned guy with strong jaw, a sharp pointed nose with beard and sideburns. His hair, even though dirty, was dark and curly. How could a mechanic be that cute? She wondered. "I'm sorry, if you think you're too big to wait then feel free to leave. I can't leave the work of the customer that first you just because of your work, okay?".

Soon, someone noticed the group of four. A young man, around 20 years old, came over to greet them. "Do you need something repaired?" He looked around and didn't see any cars in need of repairs, feeling confused. Zade quickly responded, following up on his question. "My car's brakes malfunctioned. Could you please help us fix it?" The young man opened their gates, saying, "Bring the car in. Once these cars are repaired, a mechanic will take a look at your car." "Can I have Xavier help me repair it? He's helped me with my car before, and I only trust him," Zade lied casually. Xavier Sadler was the mechanic who used to repair Elizabeth's car.

his friend asked. ​"He's at the auto shop. That's where he works—he's a mechanic. And he can make supercars and rockets!" ​"Rockets?" the friend replied, chuckling softly over the line. "Mechanics don't make rockets. You're lying." ​"I am not, I swear!" Caleb insisted defensively. "My dad can make rockets, boats, and supercars! My dad once helped NASA make a spaceship!" ​"That is the biggest lie!" his friend jeered. "Where is this auto shop anyway? They don't make spaceships there—they only fix cars."

“He wasn’t going to talk, Lys. And even if he did, everything that came out of his mouth would have been a lie. It’s better this way.” I turned to the mechanic who stood there watching the whole scene, his eyes wide with terror and he stepped back as I pointed at the dead body. “See that?” I told him, my voice deadly cold and hard. “That's what happens to anyone who tries to screw me or my brother over.” The mechanic swallowed hard and nodded quickly, his hands shaking visibly. “I-I didn’t mean any harm, honest.” I stepped closer, towering over him. “I don’t care. You tried to set us up.”