Novel & Cerita The Legendary Mechanic

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.

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.

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.

Theo said, "Back then, your father had left the car at the auto repair shop for maintenance, but the mechanic there tampered with the tires. When your father was driving to buy supper for your mother, the car had a big explosion." "Not long after, the mechanic disappeared without a trace, but our people managed to locate his current whereabouts using hacking techniques. After the incident, he had already fled abroad, squandering all the money from his employer. Now, he is living in poverty and destitution. Our people showed him a little kindness, and he started talking." Theo paused for a moment and said, "The person who hired him to harm your father back then was Kyler's father." Thea could

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?"

Not nearly as hard as I need. So I found other sources. My mechanic for one. He's a big guy. Tall. Built. The kind of man who looks like he could throw you around and you'd thank him for it. He's been my husband's mechanic for years. Fixed our cars. Always professional. Always friendly. Until the day I mistakenly saw his package.