Skip to playerSkip to main content
  • 16 hours ago
Devuelveme Mi Coche Drama Chino
Transcript
00:00The 1979 Chevy Malibu wasn't just a car. To Leo, it was his father's ghost. The scent of oil and
00:09old leather, the memory of Sunday drives, the only thing of value the old man left behind.
00:16To his older brother Marco, it was an asset. Sentiment doesn't pay bills, little brother,
00:23Marco had said, handing him a wad of cash. Consider it sold. The drama exploded in the
00:31dusty parking lot of Del Toro mechanic. Leo stood facing Marco, the cash thrown in the dirt between
00:39them. I didn't agree to this. You had no right. Devuélpeme mi coche. Give me back my car.
00:46Marco smirked, jingling the new owner's keys. Too late. Mr. Silva here just bought it, fair and
00:55square. Mr. Silva, a man built like a refrigerator, stood by the Malibu, looking impatient. Leo's
01:03vision went red. This wasn't just theft. It was erasure. He didn't charge at Marco. Instead,
01:10he turned to the massive new owner. Señor Silva, Leo said, his voice shaking with fury.
01:18My brother sold you a stolen car. The title is still in my safe. If you drive it off this lot,
01:26I call the police. You lose the car and your money. Marco's smirk vanished. You're bluffing.
01:34Leo held up his phone, his thumb over the call button, his eyes locked on Mr. Silva.
01:40The large man's face darkened. He threw the keys at Marco's chest. I want my money back now.
01:49As Marco scrambled, sputtering to refund the cash, Leo walked past him. He pulled his own key from his
01:57pocket. He'd hidden the real one and slid into the Malibu's driver's seat. The familiar scent washed
02:05over him. He started the engine, the deep rumble of victory growl. He looked at his brother through
02:12the windshield. No words were needed. He drove off, leaving Marco in a cloud of dust and his own
02:20crumbling scheme. The prize firmly back where it belonged.
Be the first to comment
Add your comment

Recommended