The Legendary Mechanic Novels & Stories

The sharp, metallic clank of tools echoed through the mechanic shop as Liam stood near a black SUV, his sleeves rolled up and his hands already smeared with grease. Outside, the afternoon sun cast long shadows across the lot. Inside, however, the atmosphere was far from calm. “You stole it!” one of the customers, a heavyset man with a red face, barked. His voice filled the room. “Don’t you dare deny it — my alternator was brand new when I brought this car in here. And now it’s gone!”

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.

“As long as you do exactly as I say, there will be no trace. But remember our agreement—a hundred thousand up front, another hundred thousand after the job is done. And I'm out of this town for good.” “Of course.” Victor took out a thick envelope containing cash. “Half now. The rest when the job is done.” The mechanic counted the money quickly, then nodded with satisfaction. "Their car is due for service next week at my garage. I'll install this device during the routine checkup. No one will suspect a thing.“ ”Good.“ Victor nervously sipped his whiskey. ”And you're sure... this will work?“ ”Trust me. When they hit the brakes while driving on those mountain roads...“ The mechanic made a falli

I smiled faintly and replied, "I'll pass." It wasn't because I still held a grudge. It was just that after settling everything, I suddenly realized that Elena, the lawyer, who had been working nonstop for four years, deserved a break. I merely thought that the legend of the undefeated lawyer could end with this trial in Ravenport. I had just reached the underground parking lot after taking one last look at the law firm when three black SUVs pulled up in front of me simultaneously. It was then that the car doors opened, and a middle-aged man in sunglasses stepped out. His suit sleeves rode up to reveal half a tattoo, the emblem of the Romano Famiglia in Vallenzia. "There's someone who wishes

"A beautiful save in the garden, Lila. But the child is only half the puzzle. Ask your doting husband what really happened to the mechanic who signed the brake report. Ask him how much money was wired to the man's offshore account the morning after Alex's funeral." My breath caught in my throat. I looked up from the screen, the warmth of Damian’s touch entirely forgotten as a cold, sharp suspicion pierced through my chest. "Damian," I whispered, holding the phone out so he could see the text. "What is this talking about?" Damian read the words, his face instantly losing what little color it had regained. He did not look angry this time. He looked completely trapped. "The mechanic died in a h

Mechanic Wanted. He knew he should keep driving, take himself out of here and go someplace where he could stay away from people until he got his head on straight again. But, before he'd become a well-known NASCAR driver, he had been a top, hotshot mechanic, trained by his father and his uncles. Maybe Fate or whatever had led him here. Maybe this was supposed to be the place where he got his shit together.

This was one of the moments Eallric wished his Peugeot 404 was with him - and not in the slothful hands of his mechanic whom Eallric could bet wasn't half done with his vehicle. Withheld anger swept through him at the thought for he was not being as mobile as he wanted because of his lazy repairman, then, sequences of memories in quick successions played in his subconscious and the source of his anger gradually shifted from his machinist to the Calgibrie Forensic Pathology Institute on Bart Row.

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

The police and fire trucks arrived quickly, their sirens blaring, and cordoned off the entire downhill section. When the police took my statement, I voluntarily handed over the HD video recording of the entire incident. It clearly showed how the car lost control and slid into the sand pit, and how Billy consciously pleaded for my help after. He got lucky and didn't end up killed on the spot. However, the van's flying door had severed his leg upon landing. His leg was barely even holding together by a thin epidermal layer when the paramedics carried him into the ambulance. His face was contorted in pain. However, he still managed to point at me and shout at the police, "It was him! That mecha

He decided to be playing Ryan’s role, and tried to be making Vivian happy as he had promised. Alex stopped walking as he sighted a mechanic inside the garage where the cars were parked, and it was Alex’s new car that he was working on. Alex called upon one of the security men and also walked closer to the mechanic man. “Good day Sir, it’s Mr. Grayson that invited him over” the security man that Alex called uttered. “Yes Sir, he ordered me to service all the cars, especially this one” the mechanic man too added, and uttered in a respectful tone.