Wrath Subaru Novels & Stories

he smiled at Austin, and I waved goodbye at him and roman. Once we got home, I asked him about our car. "So, what happened to our car, dad?" "I sold the car. We don't really need that, so I bought a motorcycle." "Be honest to me, dad. Why did you sell the car?" I looked at him and waited for him to answer me. "Cara, your mom needs money because the person she owes the money has been harassing us," he said, looking so frustrated. "But it's all okay now? We paid off our debt, right?" I asked. I can't help to worry about my parents.

"Hey, Al," Jake came over to give me a hug as we arrived at the racetrack. "Yo bro," I grinned back. "What's up man!" My brother turned his attention to Tyler who was stood beside me, giving him a passionate bro-hug which was majorly reciprocated. "That's a sick car you've got there," Tyler commented, gesturing towards the white Subaru parked behind him. "Impreza STI?" "Yep," Jake confirmed the car's make. "2006 model, so it's classic."

I nod a yes, but deep inside my head, I can't believe that I can find my happiness while raising my son alone. Watching my son grow and good is my happiness, my only goal was my son. After the manager finally said that the shift is done for this day, I went outside the strip club building and found a man who is standing beside a black Bugatti while smoking. He is waiting patiently, and when he looked in my direction, it was Hance. He waved his left hand and I smile at him. He walked in my direction and still smiled. "Hey, I thought you went home already?" I said while finding the key to my car.

Zak dumped three into a charger’s chest; it stumbled, then got back up. “WHERE ARE WE GOING?” Zak bellowed over gunfire. Jake saw it—an electric-blue Subaru W.R.X., mostly intact, wedged between two fire-gutted SUVs. “This way!” He hit the door. Locked. He smashed the window with the YK8’s butt. Glass burst. In, blade to the column, twist. The engine coughed—caught—roared. Zak stared as locks popped. “What the hell?” Tara dove into the back. Zak slid shotgun. “Where’d you learn that?”

And on Friday morning, another order for room service had been placed as early as 6:30, only for the waitress to meet no response from Frank's chamber but a sinisterly open door that afforded her the view of senator Frank's corpse in lying around in a pool of blood and his lady guest stripped stark naked, beaten to pulp, and tied to the bed frame. Coincidentally--perhaps not so--it was the second case of murder of top dogs in the city within the space of a week, and in a similar pattern at that. The first murder had struck earlier in the week when Henry West-gate, a famous tycoon in the city was set up for a car accident in his Jeep. It had been discovered that the middle-aged business tycoo

At that moment, a few ladies stepped out of the Land Rover and forced their way through the parents who intervened. The look in Tara's eyes froze over. She snatched my phone and lost her temper after she checked the screen. She flung it to the ground and stepped on it.

The blad man snarled defensively. "I have called the police." A bouncer announced. "You two are so getting sued for the commotion you had created here today." He threatened with a glare. "And you are so getting sentenced for stealing." The man from the welfare organization added. "You told me that you bought that thing." Sage snapped at Jes and in return, Jes pinched her nipple extracting a scream from Sage. "How many times I have to tell you not to snap at me! I have a fragile heart, big tits. And technically I rented this cutie." Jes snapped back at Sage. "You are even bigger pussy than Maddy." She stuck her tongue out at Sage.

I didn't scream nor make a sound not this time “You don’t fight back,” Mara said, disgust in her voice. “Not even worth the pain.” She leaned close, her hand grabbing my hair, pulling my head up. “You know why no one stops us?” I stared at her. “Because they want this. They want you gone.” Then she spat in my face. I hit the ground so hard as she let go, I hit my face on a stone and my face was covered in blood. They left laughing and I could hear their footsteps fading, silence returned

Wrath had been born out of necessity, a will to survive, and with a debt that needed to be paid. He slid into the driver’s seat of his Ford Raptor, the black truck gleaming, and still smelling like new leather and the orange air freshener clipped to the vent. He’d already packed his meager belongings earlier that morning. Turning his back on the cheap motel room, where he’d been staying had been easy. He hadn’t been comfortable, and he wasn’t sure how long it would take for him to be. He’d tried sleeping on the bed, but every night, he shifted to the floor, sleeping on his back. John stood next to his truck, the window now open. “Take care of yourself, Jake.”

Darren shook his head. “Well, there goes that lumberjack fantasy.” I teased. He didn’t even crack a smile. “So, what do you drive then?” I asked, leaning over to wipe the dirt he left on my dash. “I drive a Harley Davidson Heritage Classic when the weather is good. And in the winter or when it’s raining, I have my Subaru Outback.” He shrugged. I cocked my head and glanced over at him. I’m not very familiar with Subaru’s, but I know about motorcycles. And I can see it. I can also see me getting to go on his motorcycle with him. Arms around him, pressed against his back. Yeah, I’m in.