The Legendary Mechanic Novels & Stories

Ren yelled, grabbing him. Ren turned and looked at the courtyard. Against the far wall, a gang mechanic was desperately trying to start a "Rat-Rod"—a scavenged vehicle built from a dune buggy chassis, massive off-road tires, and a raw, exposed V8 combustion engine. Ren didn't ask permission. He sprinted toward the vehicle. He drew the scavenged pistol from his waistband and aimed it at the mechanic. "Out of the seat," Ren ordered, his eyes dead and cold.

💦Under the Hood 💦 “God, please tell me you can fix it today.” I stood in the garage bay of the auto shop, arms crossed under my breasts, wearing a tight white tank top and tiny denim shorts that barely covered my ass. My car was smoking earlier, and I was desperate. The mechanic who walked out from under a lifted truck wiped his hands on a rag and looked me up and down slowly. Damn. He was tall, muscular, covered in grease and tattoos, with strong forearms and a dirty white tank top that clung to his broad chest. His name tag read Mark.

She led me to the very back of the facility, toward a private bay with a massive mechanic’s hole—the kind where you walk underneath the car while it sits over a gap in the floor. I saw a familiar car parked right over the hole. It was a sleek, dark sports car. My heart skipped a beat. It looked exactly like... Suddenly, a figure emerged from the hole, climbing up the metal steps. He was wearing a dark blue mechanic’s overall, unzipped halfway to show a black t-shirt underneath. He was wiping grease off his large, tan hands with a white rag. It was Jeremy. I froze. I felt like someone had just poured a bucket of ice water down my back.

TRENT Yes! My suspicion was correct! The results exceed my expectations. I can't believe such a beast still exists in our world today, the last of its kind! The legends are indeed true, then. I was in my office, running through some blood samples. I had been experimenting vigorously since I woke up that morning. The only thing I've had is water. No breakfast, and now it was, in fact, afternoon. I was still locked in my office with my telescope and experiments.

"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.

"Oh my gods, thank you! I am starving." A self-pleased smirk replaces his smile when he responds "You're absolutely welcome. Shall we go?" I nod, and he leads the way back to his truck. We're at the mechanic's shop in less than 5 minutes, the shop almost walking distance from his home. The silver-haired mechanic, Steve, was a kindly gentleman who didn't charge me anything other than parts. "It was a labor of love to get you back on the road," he explains. "I honestly found the challenge of repairing your engine a truly engaging puzzle."

It was a mechanic’s dream, but as I walked in, the dream felt more like a firing squad. Six men were already there. They stopped talking the moment the heels of my boots hit the concrete. "You’re lost, aren't you?" a massive guy with a beard down to his chest Tank, the enforcer grunted. He was holding a torque wrench like a club. "Kitchen’s back in the main house, honey." The "honey" hit me like a slap. I didn't flinch. I walked straight past him to the center bay where a dismantled Road Glide sat on a lift. I took a long, slow look at the engine.

Joshua took out a 1,000 dollar for a tips to the mechanic staff of the automotive car dealer. “Sir this is too much” the mechanic staff said surprisingly. “keep it for you, that was a tip for you, thank you man for repairing my car” Joshua replied to him. “Sir, if anyone you wanted to help about your car, please don’t hesitate to come here, I’m willing to served you in a good service, once again sir, thank you” the mechanic staff bowed his head and he was very thankful for the tips of Joshua. Joshua left and drive his car, the people who look at Joshua’s car was stunned because the Rolls Royce sweptail is rare and so expensive car in the world.

He smirked at my expression, his lips tilting in amusement. “Don’t you have a mechanic?” I continued, unable to keep my mouth shut. And then he laughed. A rich, throaty laugh, deep and warm. My cheeks reddened in embarrassment and if not for that, I might have been glad that I could make him laugh in these trying times. “I am the mechanic” he replied. “it is my hobby and I love doing it.” He replied, chuckling. I blinked. That was…unexpected. Not in a million years would I have imagined cold, calculating Dante loved fixing cars. He must have noticed my confusion because he leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table.

"Nothing." "Then why was it here?" The mechanic shrugged. "Routine check." Alex stared at him. "Did you see who brought it?" "Yes." "Who?" The mechanic hesitated. "Why?" "Because the vehicle may be connected to a missing child." The mechanic's face changed. "You mean the boy?" Alex went still. "What boy?" The mechanic looked away. "I shouldn't have said that." Alex stepped closer. "You've seen Glen?" "I don't know his name." "What did you see?"