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9. The Roadblock
Chapter Nine Mercedes, Number One Roanoke City, Strike County The next step for Mercedes to do was to notify the Numbers. The other six county leads could make their own decisions about new racers challenging their czars. After all, they weren’t on the list. Although, with the way Wolfie drove, it was still a surprise to Mercedes that he hadn’t at least made the list as well.
Blaze HollandPublished 3 years ago in Fiction8. Walkie Talkie
Chapter Eight Mercedes, Number One Roanoke City, Strike County The black triangle that represented Mercedes was a full four blocks ahead of the rest of the pack as he skirted the outside of Roanoke City. The volume on his police scanner was low but not muted. He knew that, as the race’s bookie, Buster would be listening to a scanner in order to warn the participants, but Mercedes wasn’t keen on trusting a new bookie to watch his back. He hadn’t made it this far by doing so. The headset hung around his neck.
Blaze HollandPublished 3 years ago in Fiction4. Gary's Beach
Chapter Four Mercedes, Number One Roanoke City, Strike County The beach was dark as Mercedes sat in the sand, back pressed against the tire of his Corvette. Waves lapped gently against the shore a few feet away from where Mercedes’ outstretched feet rested in a heap of sand. Smoke curled lazily above his head towards the sky, undisturbed by the wind due to the Corvette’s shield. The beach was right outside Roanoke City. It was one of his favorite places to go when his lungs would not stop burning for a cigarette.
Blaze HollandPublished 3 years ago in Fiction5. A Political Race
Chapter Five Ranger, Number Three Waspwood, Locksley County “Hey, Range, look what I found.” Ranger turned around at the sound of his friend’s voice. He straightened and held the pool cue suspended in the air in front of himself. “What is it, Cobra? You’re wrecking my shot.”
Blaze HollandPublished 3 years ago in Fiction3. Corey Curse
Chapter Three Mercedes, Number One Roanoke City, Strike County A beat was thumping as Mercedes entered the club from the back door, cigarette hanging from his lips. The interior was dark and filled with strobe lights, neon lights, and every other exotic type of light imaginable. Mercedes navigated through the crush of bodies in the back room to the bar and dance floor. The center was dominated by a large stegosaurus statue. People climbed all over the thing, cowboy riding at the shoulders, sliding down the tail, gyrating against each other on its back.
Blaze HollandPublished 3 years ago in Fiction2. The Reporter
Chapter Two Mercedes, Number One Roanoke City, Strike County “Beautiful day to be tearing up the streets.” Charm’s voice crackled through the car speakers.
Blaze HollandPublished 3 years ago in Fiction1. Engines Roaring
Chapter One Stefanie Souther Lonephalt, Tenth County Seven Months Ago The nursery was decorated in white, with elegant accents of silver and light blue. It didn’t feel surgical at all. In fact, Stefanie felt quite warm when she was in there. Racers from all over Tenth County and even other parts of the state gifted Bronze, ranked Number Three, with boxes to help out. It wasn’t as though Bronze couldn’t afford to support Stefanie and their child.
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