| Title: First I'm Gonna Crawl Author: Shifty Email: [email protected] Summary: After a year of hiding in Mexico, Dom and the team head back to Los Angeles to reclaim their lives, but a new team from Hillside on the scene make their return a less than happy one. But is there more to this team than what meets the eye? Disclaimer: I don't own any characters that appeared in The Fast And The Furious, but I do own Ginger, DeShaun, Nueto, Jessi-Jay, Kaylen, Lizette, Carlos, Stratt, Latrell, Simon, Tyson and anyone else who didn't appear in the movie. No copyright infringements intended. Rating: PG-13 for language and violence Archive: Ask first Feedback: Please PLEASE NOTE >>> Visualisation of the Hillside team: Ginger McVeigh- DMX DeShaun Cooper- Allen Iverson Nueto Carrizalez- Jay Hernandez Jessi-Jay McVeigh- Kelly (Destiny's Child) Kaylen McVeigh- Aaliyah Lizette McVeigh- Christina Milian First I'm Gonna Crawl By Shifty Chapter 1 "Toretto! Damn, man, we've been waitin' for yo ass to show up!" the gate gaurd grinned as Dominic lowered his window. "Thought it was about time I came back and took over this fucking zoo again. I've seen more control in a mental institution" Dom answered, glancing in the rearview mirror at Mia who was behind him in the Mazda. She was smiling broadly. Her brother had been so excited since his decision to return home. She hadn't seen him this happy in a long time. "It's been anarchy" the guy agreed with a smile. "Careful you don't choke on the big word, man" Dom answered teasingly, then looked forwards and pulled through the gates. He found a spot that was empty and large enough for the Toyota Supra Turbo, the Nissan Skyline, the Nissan 240SX, the Nissan Maxima and the Mazda RX-7. He pulled to a smooth stop and took the keys from the ignition before opening the door and standing gracefully. Dom looked out across the abandonded naval base, which was anything but abandonded today. The immense area was covered in a mass of suped up street cars and even more street racers, talking shop and soaking up the intoxicating and addicting atmosphere the street racing world possessed. "See any fools out there?" Vince asked, coming up beside him. Dom smiled faintly, "Only a few hundred". Vince nodded, swigging from the beer he'd retrieved from the trunk of his Maxima. Dom glanced across at his best friend. All that physically remained to remind them of their ugly departure from Los Angeles a year ago, was the scar snaking up his arm. That and Jesse's obvious absence. Pain stabbed at Dom's chest, and he pushed those thoughts far away. Today was for moving forward. He'd been stuck in a rut for a long long time. It was time to move on. It had been a year. A long, lonely, and extremely hard year in Mexico. Finally, Dom had announced it was time to come home. Race Wars seemed like the perfect opportunity. The big come back race was in two days time. The whole team was tense and tingling with excitement. "Dom?" a familiar voice came from behind them, and both men turned. "Shit, man! It's you!" Edwin grinned broadly, then turned and called, "Hector! Yo Hector! Get yer ass over here man!". Hector, who had a mini-skirt clad girl under each arm, looked annoyed at being disturbed, but when he noticed Dom, a grin crossed his face and he quickly disregarded the girls and moved towards them. Edwin closed the distance between them and Dom allowed him a brotherly hug, glad to be home. "Dom, man, where you been, homes? It's been fuckin'.... forever!" Hector grinned, touching fist with the king of the streets, then threw his hands up and pulled him into a tight hug. Edwin moved to embrace Vince, but he held one hand up to stop him. He wasn't about to go all mushy because of these two. Edwin nodded acceptingly, and touched fist with him instead. "Been layin' low. Figured it was pretty safe now" Dom explained breifly while Hector grinned at Vince in greeting because he couldn't touch fist with him as Edwin was standing in the way. "Damn right it is, brotha. Been safe the whole fuckin' time. Ain't seen a single cop, man. Week after yous left, they got bored or some shit" Edwin responded. Hector nodded in agreement, picking up the story, "Yeah. No pigs. No nothing. They just laid off. Gave up. Think he had anything to do with it? Spilner, I mean". Dom ran his tongue over his bottom lip, "I really don't wanna think about him right now". Hector nodded, smiling like he always was, "Yeah, my bad. So, where's the others then?" Hector asked, looking around, expecting to see them somewhere, "Leon? Mia? Where are they?". "Around" Dom answered painfully as visions of Jesse pulverized his mind. "Yeah, we know about Jesse, man. Shit, wish you'd been at his service. He would've loved it. Everyone, and I mean everyone, turned up. We all put in for it and got it properly done and everything. Think someone got it filmed, y'know, if you wanna see" Edwin said. Dom shut his eyes and nodded, forcing himself to keep his cool. They weren't trying to hurt him on purpose. "Maybe we'll talk about this some other time, fellas" Vince suggested, catching onto Dom's unease, "So, any hotties around you wanna introduce me to?" he looked to Hector, "I seen them two babes. Sharin' is carin', brotha". "Right dis way, man" Edwin grinned, and the two of them took Vince off Dom's hands. Dom moved to stand by the orange Supra, looking around for the rest of his team. He hadn't been able to let this car go. Not after all the time he'd put into it, all the history he had with it... He found Leon and Mia had spotted Harry and were about six meters away, talking to him about the exhaust on Leon's car, that had gone to shit halfway back from Mexico this morning. Now, where had his Letty got to? He wanted to relax, and a massage from her would do just perfect. He couldn't see her around though. Across the space left for easy passage in a vehicle, a young latino was perched on the hood of a shiny black Honda Del Sol. He was playing a guitar and singing a song that Dom didn't recognise. "...we played the first thing that came to our heads and it just so happened to be, the best song in the world, it was the best song in the world..." Two cute black girls were lounging in fold out chairs in the shade of an umbrella. They talked and laughed and joined in with the latino every now and then. Dom unshamedly ran his eyes over their bodies, his old 'king of the streets' traits returning now that he was back. Old habits died hard. In an effort to tear his eyes from the two girls, he looked to his left, and found his Letty. Being hit on by some nigga with zig-zagged cornrows. He watched as the guy ran his hand down Letty's arm. His Letty's arm. Dom saw red. "Yo" he called as he stormed over there. Letty rolled her eyes and looked over her shoulder at him as he approached. Could she not have a fucking conversation without his permission? "We jus' talkin' shop, Dom. Get yer head out yer ass" Letty informed him, not looking too pleased. Dom ignored her, looking at the nigga with a stupid ass grin on his face. "Fuck off. She ain't interested" he growled, but the guy only smiled wider. "She got a voice" he replied, waving a hand at Letty, "If she wanted me to fuck off, she'd tell me". "Jeezuz, Dom. Can I have a fucking conversation without your permission and supervision?" Letty asked, pouting angrily. Her angry ebony eyes told him to back off, but he made no effort to move. "Don't push me" Dom warned her, then looked at the guy and pointed at him to get his point across aptly, "Stay the fuck away from her". "I don't take orders from you" he answered, becoming annoyed with this big prick's possessiveness and disrespect. All they'd been doing was talking about this chick's Nissan for shit sake. Dom stepped forwards and got in his face, his quick temper reaching an end. The black guy pushed him away, "Fuck orf man. Don't try roll up in here on me jus' coz yer gurl don't listen to yo stupid ass". Dom pulled back and threw a hard punch at the guy, who stumbled back under the assault. He vaguely heard shouts from the two black girls he'd been admiring, perhaps the latino too. They were calling to someone, it seemed. Dom lunged for him again when someone shoved him sideways and he thudded into the side of some cholo's Honda Civic. He turned to see who was man enough or stupid enough to try and stand in his way. This guy wasn't overly tall, not as hulking and muscly as Dom either, but he was certainly a sight to behold. He had dark coffee cream skin and ebony eyes that seemed to burn with anger. His head was shaved clean, he had a small moustache and his 'beard' was neatly trimmed to run in a thin line from where sideburns would be, down and along his jawline to stop at the same spot on the other side of his face. He wore massively oversized black leather-looking pants, a black singlet and timbaland boots. Platinum round his neck, diamond in his ear and his wrist bling-blingin'. All tattooed up and looking tough as shit. Dom knew the type. Thug. "Yo, G man, he woz in my face, dawg" the black guy began to explain, not wanting his friend on his ass about causing a fuss. "I saw" 'G' interrupted, looking at him. Dom developed an instant dislike for him that sprang from jealousy at his control over the situation. Dom was used to being in control of everything. He was the king of the streets. "Wot's the problem?" 'G' asked, turning his gaze back to Dom, pausing a moment to glance at Letty, who had her arms crossed over her chest, annoyed that Dom had embarrassed her with his possessiveness and massive ego once again. "It ain't your problem to worry about" Dom replied, straightening up and raising to his full six feet of pure muscle. "No, see, it became my problem when you started beatin' on ma boy here" he answered, stepping up, unwavering in the face of Dom's anger or muscle. "Jus' leave it, dawg" the guy said, wiping absently at his split lip. "Shutup D" he snapped, keeping his eyes locked on Dom's. "Dom" Leon called as he, Vince, Edwin, Hector and Mia jogged over. "Jeezuz Dominic! Can we leave you alone for two seconds without you startin' shit?" Mia cried. She was upset. She called him 'Dominic' when she was upset. "Little late, guys" Dom said softly, having calmed down some. He had no desire to ruin his return home, or his team's return, for that matter. This was supposed to be a good day. After today, he would never see this guy again anyway. Plus there was always Letty. He did not want to piss her off. He was still keen for that massage. "Dominic..." the guy smiled evily, "Dominic Toretto. Should'a known". Dom eyed him coldly, "And you are?". "You'll find out. Soon" he smiled, backing up, then turned and walked away. Dom glared at his back. He did not like not knowing. He did not like being kept in the dark. And he did not like it when he was shown up by someone. The cornrowed guy cast his eyes over Dom's team, then turned and followed. "Oh, your bad, man" Hector laughed, elbowing Edwin, who joined in with uncontrolable giggles, "Have you seen his car, homes? He would waste yo ass!". "Good thing I ain't racin' that fool then" Dom replied with a faint smile, looking to Letty who still looked unhappy with him. "Yeh man, that dawg would run yer ass into the ground!" Edwin grinned and barked loudly, "Ruff! Ruff!". Hector laughed hysterically and Edwin followed suit. Vince watched the two of them clinging to one another in order to remain standing and a smile spread quickly. Leon glanced at him then started laughing. Mia buried her face in his arm, trying to hide her amusement, afraid her brother would explode and scream at them all. Letty looked sidelong at Dom, watching the smile slowly spread across his face before he joined in the laughter. She smiled faintly. It had been a long time since she'd seen Dom genuinely smile. Even longer since he'd laughed. "Let's get some fucking booz an' get our asses racin'!" Dom suggested, and was presented with no arguements as they moved back towards their cars. * * * Dom sat on the hood of the Supra with Letty between his legs, watching the heats still running into the night. "It feels good to be home" Letty said softly, letting him wrap his massive arms around her. The night air was warm and balmy, and a slight breeze tickled their faces. "Sure does" Dom agreed, watching two cars pull up to the starting line. One was just your average Honda Civic, '94, maybe even '95. The other was a shiny silver Mitsubishi Eclipse GSX. It had a mean greddy front mount and a full body kit. "Woah. Check out that monster" Letty said, her eyes lighting up as she leaned forwards. It had it's APC projector headlights turned on but the windows and windscreen were tinted darkly so that you couldn't see inside. Dom watched and listened as the engine revved loudly. Sounded pretty fucking powerful. The race starter established eye contact with both racers, then waited a few seconds before dropping his arms and beginning the race. Both cars screamed forwards, necking it until they were almost to the end of the track. The Honda shot forwards with a boost from a Nos injection. It seemed like the silvery monster wasn't as good as it looked. Dom began to smirk, when the Mitsubishi flew forwards an over the finish line, beating the Honda by a full car length. "Shit!" he exclaimed, eyes wide, "You see that?". Letty was smiling broadly, eyes shining, "I want that car, Dom". He watched as the cars pulled along the side of the track to let the next two in line race. The Honda pulled up about ten feet away from the Supra and the driver got out, not looking overly happy. The Mitsubishi pulled to a stop and the door opened. The driver got out with feline liquidity and grace, heavy rap beats washing out over the unhappy racer from an SQ sound system. "Fuck" Dom growled, his awe suddenly evaporating. Letty laughed softly. The driver of the Mitsubishi was the black guy who'd made Dom look like a fool earlier. "I'ma race him for that car" Letty announced enthusiastically, getting off the hood. "No, Let" Dom answered, grabbing her arm. Letty glared at him, "Let me go! I'm gonna race for that car, Dom!". "Look at that thing! You think he'd put it on the line?" Dom asked, trying to sway her. Truth was, he was afraid that when Letty lost, which was ineveitable against that monster, it would make him look even worse. That was not what he wanted. He needed and liked his ego being intact. "If he's got any balls he will" Letty answered, trying to pull away. Dom looked over at the two racers. The black guy took the pile of notes held out to him with a self-indulgent smile, then kissed it and put it in his pocket. He punched the other racer's arm gently and said something that produced a small smile in the none-to-happy fella. Dom willed him to get in his car and leave before Letty could get to him. "Let, come on! You'll lose the Nissan!" he protested. "So? I'll jus' take the Mazda. You don't need it. You got the Supra now" Letty insisted, wriggling out of his grip. She turned towards the silver Mitsubishi, only to find it was pulling away quickly. "Fuck" she spat, then glared at Dom, "Good one". With that, she stormed off. Dom tried to convince himself his ego and Letty's Nissan were more important then Letty being happy with him, but soon found it was an impossible task, and settled back to watch the cars race. Chapter 2 "Get your ass moving, Mia!" Dom bellowed up the stairs to her. Their home was exactly the same as when they'd left it. Edwin and Hector had taken everything out of the fridge so it wouldn't go off and stink the place out, and before running to Mexico, Dom had come back here to get Mia and lock the front door. Edwin had locked up the windows and everything and given Dom the keys at Race Wars. The black guy in the silver street monster was the furthest thing from Dom's mind right now. Tonight was the big come back at the Isle. Nothing was going to ruin it for him. Nothing. "I'm comin', Dom" Mia replied, hurrying down the stairs in hipster jeans and a shimmery black tank top. He offered his arm to her and she grinned, linking hers with his as they headed outside. "I haven't seen you this happy in a long time. It's nice" Mia smiled with a soft sigh. Dom couldn't help smiling, "Yeah. It is". He locked the front door and they walked down the porch stairs. "Yo, hurry up guys. We ain't got time for no damn Kodak moments!" Letty called from where she was stood by her Nissan, it's drivers door already open. Mia ran across the lawn to her Acura Integra, having agreed to take Jesse's place in the 'V formation' they drove in to the races instead of riding in with Dom. Dom jumped into the Mazda. He hadn't driven this car in a long time. It smelled faintly of leather and he caught a tiny wiff of Nos from the new tanks he'd installed yesterday in preperation for tonight. Dom pulled onto the road, aware of his team following him, his gut knotted with tense excitement. He hadn't felt this way in longer than a year. It was fantastic. * * * The Isle was exactly like he remembered. Like a car show and parade and rave all packed in one street. He let himself get swept away by the excitement of that environment. It was intoxicating. From the moment they arrived everyone there was worshipping him like he was a damn God. Dom was still the king here. And he was basking in it. He almost dripped with arrogance and ego. Everyone loved it. You could see it on their faces. All the cars there paled in comparison to those that they'd arrived in. Even a year later. All anyone could get out of their mouths was that it was like time itself had stood still. Nothing had changed. Dom was totally blown away. He wasn't sure what he'd expected, but this was above and beyond his wildest imagination. He hadn't really thought it could get any better than before, but it had. Letty was so pumped up Dom was sure she'd explode any second. Or, at least, be sure to fuck his brains out later. Dom couldn't help but laugh and try his damndest to not get lost in the excitement. Vince was basking in the attention he was getting from Monica and Janelle, and Mia just laughed at him. Leon was pretty quiet, but Dom had a feeling he would open up once they got underway. He mised Jesse alot, Leon did. They'd been really close, and Dom knew he was feeling Jesse's absence now. Dom was too. He figured they all were. But he tried to keep positive. He told himself over and over that tonight was for new beginnings. Not for looking back. There was nothing he could do about the past. All he could do was live in the present. Dom could feel the excitement in the night's air, it almost being like static. He wrapped an arm around Letty's waist and greeted who ever he came across. They all praised his return and he loved the attention. "Hector!?!" he bellowed into the crowd once the formalities were over and done with. It took a few shouts and Edwin joining in the calling, but Hector eventually emerged from the crowd, two girls hanging off his arm. "Damn. Sorry Dom. Didn't hear you pull up" Hector apologised, brushing the girls off. He rubbed absently at the hickey on the side of his neck, then looked up at Dom, "Wot's up, homes? Am I carryin'?". All enginges were cut and talking cut to silence for Dom to address the crowd. "Yeah. Four to a race. Five G buy in. Winner takes all" Dom announced, thrilled when the crowd's response to his voice was still exactly the same as it had always been. "Yah, I'll race, dawg" Edwin said, handing Hector a wad of cash. The latino took it and put it in his pocket for safe keeping, looking around for any other takers. Dom took the money Mia was holding out to him and passed it on to Hector. Loud cheers went up all around. All attention was focussed on him. And he loved it. A blonde caucasian guy stepped up, handing a roll of money to Hector. Dom eyed him off, not recognising him but figuring it didn't really matter. "Any other takers?" Hector called, "I want twenty grand in my hand, people, c'mon". Dom looked around, eyeing off the competition. Loud super charged engines suddenly sliced into the silence. Dom frowned and looked to the entry to the Isle. Six sets of halogen lights pierced the darkness, approaching quickly. A yellow Honda CRX and a green '92 Acura Integra pulled up first, followed by a red Nissan 300ZX, then a black Honda Del Sol. Next came a deep blue Mitsubishi 3000GT leading the way for a shiny silver Mitsubishi Eclipse GSX. Dom narrowed his eyes as he found he'd lost the attention of the crowd to the new comers. And he knew exactly who was in the silver street monster. From the first two cars, the black girls he remembered admiring at Race Wars emerged. The younger came from the green racer, wearing a torn denim mini and a blue top that laced up down the back. The one from the yellow Honda wore tight leather pants and a white tank that had been slashed to show her stomach. From the Del Sol emerged the latino who'd been playing the guitar, and from the Nissan the nigga with the zig-zag cornrows, both in baggy jeans and a loose shirt. A tall leggy black girl, older than the first two, stepped gracefully from the 3000GT. She wore a white mini and a white top that had flared sleeves and laced up at the front. Dom ran his eyes over her, not thinking about Letty or anyone else except for her and his dick. Letty glared at the three skanks, a label she reserved for chicks she was jealous of because of the attention Dom gave them. The owner of the Eclipse stepped out, shutting the door again with a soft click. Tonight it was sandstone coloured oversized pants with his timbalands and a white singlet. Dom narrowed his eyes at the guy who had just stolen his thunder. His team was the only team on this scene. He would not be upstaged. "What're you doing here?" Dom asked coldly as he led his team over. He offered a crooked smile, "The fuck do yo reckon? I'm here to floss my ass?". Dom's eyes narrowed further and his anger boiled as snickers and laughs were heard. "Five G buy in" Hector offered, earning himself an icy stare from Dom, but he ignored it. He was not on Dom's team. He had no obligations to Dom and he certainly didn't have to do what the big guy said. "Forget it. You ain't racin' here" Dom interrupted the transition. The black guy looked sidelong at him. "Why? You afraid you'll lose?" he taunted, one eyebrow raised. Dom raised his eyebrows, quickly formulating a reply that would get him a few answers. "I don't race people I don't know" he answered firmly. The tension in the air was so thick it was almost tangible. "Well, in that case..." he started, turning to face Dom full on, "I'm Ginger McVeigh, and this's my team" he waved a hand back at the others, "The latino's Nueto Carrizalez, ma dawg DeShaun Cooper, and ma sisters, Jessi-Jay, Kaylen and Lizette". Dom cast his eyes over the team, made purely of blacks and one latino. His eyes lingered on the three girls. Seeing them closer, they did resemble one another somewhat. Mostly in that they were all gorgeous. "My team is the only team on this scene" Dom announced after a long moment, "Find somewhere else to race". To his surprise, Ginger only nodded with a faint smile, "A'ight" he turned to look at his team, "Let's roll". "But, G, man..." DeShaun began, the look on Nueto's face held the same protest. "You heard the man. Now I said, let's roll" Ginger insisted frimly, motioning towards the cars they'd arrived in. Dom smiled smugly. He was still the king. He looked to Letty for reassurance, but was met with a cold glare. Mia had an eyebrow raised, watching him, daring him to do the unthinkable and take back what he'd said. Dom glanced from her to Ginger's team whom were reluctantly getting back in their cars. "Who knows, Toretto? We could have more fun racin' the Trans any-motherfuckin'-ways" Ginger called to him as he opened the drivers door to his Mitsubishi, "Wot you reckon D?". "Fo' sho'" DeShaun agreed, sliding into his Nissan. Dom's blood ran ice cold at the sound of his enemies name. "What'd you say?" he growled, moving towards the Mitsubishi. The people in his way got out of it pretty damn fast. Ginger looked up, making no attempt to get in his car and escape before Dom reached him and pounded his ass into the ground. "From the look on yer face I'd say you heard me the first time" Ginger answered, holding a hand up to DeShaun when he noticed him moving a hand to the 9mm tucked in his waistband, hidden under his shirt. He moved around the open car door to face Dom. He was a good two or three inches shorter, but right then, it didn't mean a whole lot to him. Dom's every move was laced with boiling hot fury. He couldn't remember being this angry at anyone since the Tran's shot Jesse. He'd failed the kid in the worst way imaginable and the anger he felt had rushed into his mind and enveloped him completely so that he couldn't think, couldn't feel, couldn't breathe. And when Ginger smiled in the face of his unbelievably white hot anger, Dom lost it. He put all his weight behind a heavy punch aimed at Ginger's jaw. His head snapped back as Dom's fist made contact and he stumbled backwards, misjudging the strength he'd unleashed in making the Italian so furious. "Dom!" Mia screamed as shouts errupted from the crowd, the multitude of voices becoming a living entity flowing over the mass of people either pushing for a better view or shoving to escape the Isle before things got out of hand. "Ginger!!" Lizette cried and ran past Jessi-Jay, who stood with her arms folded over her chest, watching her brother scuffle with the hulking mass of muscle with an eyebrow raised. Kaylen shoved past her, running after their younger sister. Jessi-Jay made no effort to move. Wasn't anything she could do to pull them apart. Dom sat back to get a good swing in, connecting again with Ginger's jaw. His head snapped sideways but he quickly recovered, bringing up his knee to hit Dom square in the back. Dom grunted and tumbled forwards, hitting the road face first. Ginger took advantage of the short stunned moments and scrambled away from him. He didn't need this now. He did not need this. Dom hauled himself up and went after him. "I ain't gonna fight you, man!" Ginger protested, silenced by Dom's boot slamming into his eye. His head hit the road with a dull thud, and his vision blurred, allowing him a moment to become aware of the salty taste of blood filling his mouth. The moment was short lived, as Dom stomped a foot down on his stomach. Ginger's upper half jerked upwards and blood spewed from his lips before he fell limply against the road again. "Dom! Stop it!" Mia screamed at her brother. She hadn't seen him angry like this since he beat the guy who killed their father. Since he went after the Trans on that horrible day when Jesse was killed. Since Brian found them in Mexico, and he almost kicked his head inside out. It scared her when he was like this. DeShaun and Nueto scrambled around their cars, trying to get to the fight as fast as possible, needing to break it up. This was not good. Dom landed another kick against the side of his head, and Ginger rolled onto his side, away from the onslaught. Dom's blind rage denied him sound or feeling. All he could hear were Jesse's pleas for his help and the distant hum of motorbikes. All he could feel was the limpness of the kid's body as his life slipped through his fingers. All he wanted was revenge. He wanted someone to hurt like he did. "No!" a voice cried as someone stepped in his way, holding their hands up in front of him in a vain effort to make him stop. He raised a fist to rid himself of the obstacle. "Lizette!" Kaylen screamed, shocking Jessi-Jay into moving to get to her sister. "Dom! No!" Mia shrieked, moving towards her brother. "DOM!!". This time it was Vince. Vince's voice cut through the haze of anger that he had become overcome by and he blinked away the fog. The youngest of the three girls was standing in front of him, tears streaking down her face, shakey hands held up in an effort to hold him back. "Please don't hurt my brother" she choked out, her voice wobbling out of control. He dropped his fist limply to his side, completely drained. He'd never hit a girl before. He was shocked that it had almost become the first time for that. What the hell was he doing? "Liz" Ginger touched her leg, and she dropped to her knees, clinging to him like he would be torn from her grasp if she let go. He gently rubbed the back of her head with one hand, glancing up at Dom for a moment, then concerntrated on whispering reassurances to his youngest sister. Dom felt sick in the pit of his stomach, imagining Mia and himself in their places. How she would feel. How Ginger must've felt. "C'mon, Dom. We're leaving" Letty's voice came to him, and he looked to his left. She was touching his arm gently, but her eyes betrayed her actions. She was not happy at all. "Hector, give 'em their money back. We're finished here" Dom announced softly but powerfully. He didn't have the energy to raise his voice. He didn't need to either. Hector handed the money back to its former owners with no arguements. DeShaun and Nueto gently pryed Lizette off of Ginger and she buried her face in DeShaun's shoulder, Kaylen moving to rub her sister's back gently. Jessi-Jay ran her fingers gently through Lizette's hair. Nueto offered his hand to Ginger, and he took it, standing as gracefully as possible. This was not supposed to happen. This was marring his plans. "Let's get outta here" he announced, and was presented with no arguements this time. Dom watched them, detatched from what was going on, as they got into their cars. "You OK to drive, baby?" Kaylen asked her sister. Lizette nodded bravely, wiping her eyes on the back of her hand. "Congratulations, Dom" Mia hissed as she past him, hurrying over to Lizette. Kaylen stood in front of her sister protectively when she noticed Toretto's sister running over. "I'm so sorry. Is she alright?" Mia asked non-threatingly. Kaylen recognised her voice as the girl who was screaming at that fucking asshole to get off her brother. She nodded, brushing hair away from her face, "Yeah. She'll be a'ight. She's jus' shook up". "I'm really sorry" Mia repeated, trying to make amends for her brother's violence. "Yah, you will be" Jessi-Jay intervened, stepping up beside her sister, "Stay the fuck away from my sister, bitch". Mia looked at her, opening her mouth to respond but didn't know what to say. Jessi-Jay ignored her innocent confusion. They didn't need any ties or bonds made here in LA. If that meant being an asshole to people, then she would do that. There was too much on the line not to. "You heard me, bitch. Run off to yer fuckin' king! Go on!" Jessi-Jay insisted, arms folded over her chest defensively. Mia looked at her, then glanced at Kaylen and nodded, backing up. She didn't want any more fights tonight. She fainty heard Kaylen asking Jessi-Jay what her problem was as she headed over to Dom. When she reched him, he tried to put an arm around her shoulders, but she shrugged his arm away, glaring coldly at him, then headed over to her Acura Integra, allowing Vince to hug her gently. Ginger glanced at Dom as he slid into his Mitsubishi. The Italian was watching him silently, standing on his own, his team already climbing into their cars, his followers already departing. Ginger closed his door just as they made eye contact, and pulled away fast. He pulled the wheel sharply to the left, then screamed away from the Isle, his team right behind him. |