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Chapter 21
It had been Nueto's idea. He was always full of them. All through his life, he'd had to think of ways to work with what he had, so coming up with ideas had become a survival tactic.
"Can we come?" Lizette asked, looking up at Ginger. Her hands were trembling. She looked scared. So did Jessi-Jay and Kaylen. They all were, really. Scared to a fault.
"You three stay here" Ginger decided. He looked to Nueto and DeShaun for approval, and they nodded. The girls still looked frightened.
"We'll all be comin' back in one car, and we can't fit yous in with us" DeShaun reasoned, "Jus' stay here, and doan answer the door or the phone".
"Stay upstairs" Nueto added, glancing over his shoulder at the floor to ceiling windows. The bottom floor of their hotel room was pretty much all windows and glass doors. It would be like trying to hide in a fish bowl down here.
Ginger would have gotten Nueto to stay here with the girls like he usually did, but they were taking three cars and that required three drivers. No two ways around it. His second choise would have been to send them round to Toretto's, or maybe even Hector's or Carlos' place, but now, after everything that had happened with Dom, he wasn't going to risk any more lives than he had to. And he highly doubted that Toretto would take his sisters in if he rocked up on his doorstep right now. They just had to stick with the plan and work with what they had.
Their plan was simple. They were selling the Del Sol and the 300ZX for at least 200 thousand. DeShaun and Nueto had selflessly offered their cars for sale, and Ginger had promised he would pay them back once all of this shit was over. So, the boys were each driving their own car to the car dealer they were selling up to, and the three of them would come back in Ginger's Eclipse. All they had to do after that was wait. It was simple, and Ginger was confident they could pull this off without a hitch.
"OK. C'mon yous two" Jessi-Jay took her two younger sisters upstairs, trying to be strong for them. She still felt guilty about this entire situation. If it hadn't been for her, maybe none of this shit would have happened.
"A'ight. Lets roll. I don't know when Stratt's gonna turn up, so we gotta be quick" Ginger announced, and the three of them headed out. He was careful to lock the door behind himself. The three of them moved the girls' cars around the back of the hotel, and parked them in the staff parking lot. Satisfied that the girls were as safe as they could make them, they headed off.

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Mia opened her eyes slowly. They were sore and a little swollen from crying. She lifted her head from the pillow and looked around. She was in her room. And Vince was no where to be found. She must have fallen asleep while he was rubbing her shoulders. He realy was a sweetie, Vince, once you got past the hard ass bullshit.
Mia sat up and rubbed a hand over her face. Her skin was warm from sleep. She breathed out slowly, and let everything from the past two weeks come back to her in pieces. If she let it all in at once, she would be overwhlemed, and she would break down again. And, well, she was just too tired to cry.
Mia rubbed a hand through her hair, then got up off of the bed slowly and walked over to her closet. She pulled out a pair of red flares and a white wifebeater. She snatched up some underwear and headed to the bathroom.
Luckily for Mia, no one was in the shower when she got there. She locked the door and stepped out of her clothes. Pinning up her hair, she turned on the water as hot as she could stand it, and stepped under it.
What to do? Should she just sit around here, and wait until tomorrow, when Ginger would have returned to Hillside? Should she tell Dom exactly how much she hated him right now? Should she give in and just tell him he was right so that he'd leave her alone? Or should she go and tell Ginger exactly how she felt, how much she loved him, and let him decide what they should do?
Mia tried to scrub the tiredness out of her skin. He was a drug dealer. Could she live with that? What if she knew the whole story; would it be easier to accept then? Would he give it up for her, if she asked him to? Would he want her at all?
She was plagued with questions and confusion. She didn't like the feeling at all. It ate away at her. Clouded all normal thoughts so that all she could think of was the questions that she couldn't answer on her own.
There was someone who could help her though.
Mia shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. She quickly dried off and pulled on her clothes. She supposed the others were at the garage. It was too late for them to be sleeping still, even for Vince. She hurried across the hall to her room, pulled on some socks, then some white Nike sneakers.
Mia dragged her fingers through her hair quickly, then snatched up her car keys and jogged downstairs. She almost jumped out of her skin when she realised Vince and Leon were right there, playing the Playstation in the living room. They were usually reall noisy when they played that thing, yelling insults and trying to elbow each other so that their car would run off the virtual road.
"Hey Mia" Leon said, not taking his eyes off the screen, "You goin' somewhere?". Vince took advantage of his partially preoccupied state and elbowed him. Leon shouted in protest as his car ran into a fence. Vince lauged loudly as his car shot over the finish line, then looked up at Mia from where he was lying on his stomach beside Leon.
"Where you goin'?" he asked, rather than demanding to know. He really was concerned about her. He hadn't seen Mia so upset and warring with her brother like this, well, ever, really.
"Um, jus' gonna go open the shop, V" Mia lied, not wanting them to stop her from going where she intended. Dom had told her not to. Well, he could go to hell.
"Letty an' me already opened up" Leon said, then looked at his watch, "Shit, I'm supposed to get back there in ten. You want a ride?". Mia shook her head quickly,
"Oh, no. If you two have the shop under control, I'm gonna go shopping" she winked, but felt sick in the pit of her stomach for lying, "That time of the month". Leon nodded knowingly and got up, pulling his keys from his pocket.
"We'll finish this later" he said, pointing at Vince as he stepped over him and headed out.
"Mia, you want me to drive you, or you wanna be on yer own for a while?" Vince asked, watching her head for the door. Mia stopped, and looked back at him,
"Can we talk, when I get back?". Vince shrugged and nodded,
"Sure". Mia smiled graciously, then headed out to her Integra.

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Ginger barely listned to Nueto and DeShaun as they laughed and poked fun at each other in the back of his Eclipse. They'd gotten 235, 000 dollars for the two cars. There was your 2.5 million, and thirty five left over to start getting the two of them new cars, once they got through this shit.
Ginger didn't feel so sick and scared. The fear was still there, it was eternal, but he wasn't absolutely wracked with it any more. He was able to drive without it eating away at him.
He pulled up the hotel driveway and into the carpark. It seemed so empty, now that his car was the only street machine there. It looked out of place against the Saabs and BMWs.
Ginger climbed out of the car, not bothering to wait for the other two. He headed through the pool gate and over to their hotel room. He froze as his timbalands crunched on broken glass. There was a massive hole in the glass sliding door. Big enough for someone to climb through.
Ginger panicked, clambering through the hole, not even registering the jagged glass clawing at his skin and drawing blood. He ran up the stairs, calling to his siters, praying their was a rational explination for the hole in the door. He didn't even hear the other two come in behind him as he shoved open his bedroom door, where his sisters had been when he'd left.
They were gone.

Chapter 22
When Dom wandered inside after a long morning in the garage, only Vince was visibally present. He was sat at the table, some left over beef from dinner a few nights ago slapped into an untidy sandwich in front of him.
"Where is everyone?" Dom asked, flopping tiredly into a chair by Vince. His friend only looked up momentarily before going back to this sandwich. He offered a quick shrug, then washed down a mouthful of beef and white bread with the Corona he had.
"Mia still in her room?" Dom continued, standing again because a nice cold Corona sounded like a good idea. It was one stinking hot day. Letty was in a foul mood back at the garage, that was why he'd come home for lunch. Dom wasn't sure if Letty was angry because of the foul heat, or angry at him for the foul situation they were in with Ginger and his team.
Dom wasn't worrying a whole lot about it though. Well, he was TRYING not to. They were going home today, right? Back to Hillside. And hopefully, they would take this shit with them. Dom didn't like fighting with Mia. He didn't like fighting with his team. It was like he'd alienated himself from his own family for trying to protect them.
"Nah, she's not". Vince's voice brought him out of his thoughts abruptly. Dom plucked a Corona from the fridge, taking in what he'd just said.
"Wot?" he asked when it finally sank in, not fully understanding.
"She's not in her room" Vince repeated more slowly, as though he was talking to a child. What was there not to understand? Mia was not in her room.
"Well, where is she then?" Dom asked, moving to look at Vince full on. Another shrug was all he got in repsonse.
"V, where is she?" Dom insisted.
"I don't know!" Vince snapped, looking up from his sandwich finally. The look on his face was almost accusing.
"Wot the fuck is your problem?" Dom asked, angry at being snapped at for asking a damn question. If Vince had just told him where she was in the first place, instead of giving his stupid round-about answers, then Dom wouldn't have to ask him more than once.
"You" Vince growled, then looked back down to pick up the other half of his sandwich.
"This is about Kaylen" Dom raised his brows and crossed his arms over his chest. Vince was sour because Kaylen was leaving and he hadn't, hadn't... proposed to her or whatever the fuck he had been planning to do.
"No, Dom. It's about Mia" Vince replied, finally putting his sandwich down to have a proper conversation, or argument, with Dominic, "It's about her, and the shit you're putting her through right now".
"It's not my fault" Dom defended, "I'm not the one in the wrong here!".
"I can see where yer comin' from Dom, and she can too, but did you ever stop to think what she might be feelin'? Wot she might be goin' through? You practically exiled the only guy who's made her happy in, well, forever, and you expect her to just, what, accept that?" Vince argued.
"It's for her own safety. You would do the same thing, V. Don't lie to me" Dom replied, jabbing an accusing finger at his friend "You know you would".
"I probably would" Vince shrugged, "Hell, you've handled it ten times better than I would have. That doesn't make it any better though. She hates you, you do realise that, don't you?".
The words stung. They stung because Dom knew they were true. Vince wasn't trying to hurt him. He was trying to make him see. Trying to make him understand. And now, Vince didn't even have to TELL Dom that Mia had gone to see Ginger. He knew. And in a way, he understood.

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Ginger covered his face with his hands and dropped into a crouch, his back against the wall, his knees drawn up. He had never, not ever, been as scared as he was now.
His entire world had come crashing down. Everything, EVERYTHING, had gone to shit. How could he have left them here on their own? He should have let them drive over to the car dealers with them. He should have sent them to Toretto's, depsite everything that had happened. He should have... He should have BEEN there.
"Stratt?" DeShaun asked softly. Ginger buried his face in his knees and covered his head with his arms. Who else would it be? Who else would hurt someone as innocent and beautiful as his sisters?
"We'll get 'em back, Ginge'. They'll be fine. Jus' wait for Stratt to call. He won't do anything to 'em till he's got his money" DeShaun assured him. Yeah. Whatever. Ginger had known Stratt for years. He wasn't prone to being merciful, and he certainly wasn't rational. The more time his sisters spent alone with Stratt, the worse the situation became for them all.
"Ginger!? Mia's here!" Nueto called up the stairs. Shit. He really couldn't handle this right now.
"I can't handle her right now. Tell her I'll call her later" Ginger called back. But when he looked up, Mia was already coming up the stairs. She looked fantastic, but he didn't have time, and he wasn't in the mood, to be enjoying it.
"I really can't talk now Mia" he told her, glancing across as DeShaun made himself scarce. Mia was confused. Their window was broken, Jessi-Jay, Kaylen and Lizette weren't here, and, well, the three guys looked like shit, to say the least. They looked like they hadn't slept in years. And Ginger looked like he'd spent a few hours in the ring with Rocky.
"I'm so sorry about Dom" Mia said, ignoring what he'd said about not being able to talk right now. She had to talk to him NOW.
"Mia.." Ginger began. She crouched in front of him and cut him off,
"Ginger, I know. Dom told everyone about you dealing, but I want you to know that I'm OK with that, because... because...I, I love you". Ginger opened his mouth to answer, but stopped halfway through formulating a word. She loved him? Oh shit. Oooohhh, shit. How could he tell her that he may be dead in the next twelve hours?
"I, uh, I'm... shocked" he choked out, then recovered, "Happy. Happy, and shocked, and confused...I...".
"You don't have to say it back" Mia answered, realising that she'd come over here with thoughts of a bright future, without even thinking about him not having the same feelings. But, he'd been so sweet and caring... How could he not? Surely he didn't treat every girl he met like he'd been treating her?
"No, it's not that. I guess...I guess I never realised how much you meant to me" Ginger lowered his eyes, not knowing what to say to express what he was feeling, then he abruptly shook his head and looked up, "I can't talk about this now. I'm sorry". Ginger stood and headed downstairs. This could wait. It HAD to wait.
"Ginger" Mia went after him, grabbing his arm as she reached the bottom of the stairs. He turned to looked at her. He didn't look like he was in love. He looked like he was scared out of his mind.
"I DO want to talk about this. I DO want to be with you" Ginger took her hands, trying to make her understand, "But I can't right now. I just... I can't". He was trying to think of the right words to make her understand what he was trying to say, but they wouldn't come. Everything he could come up with sounded like he was trying to turn her down without hurting her.
"Why not now?" Mia asked, tears brimming. If he didn't want to talk now, what was keeping him from NEVER talking to her about this? If he didn't want to be with her, if he didn't have the same feelings as she did, why couldn't he just come out and say it instead of drawing it out and prolonging the pain.
"Because I have something really really important to take care of, so, can I call you tonight and we'll go somewhere and talk?" Ginger answered. He wasn't even sure if he'd be alive to call her. Well, if he didn't call, she'd see him on the six o'clock news as the carcass that had been found in some abandoned warehouse, or maybe washed up on a beach.
"Ginger, if you don't want me, just say it, OK?" Mia insisted, holding onto his hands like a drowning woman grasping for a straw, "Please just tell me".
"No. I want you, Mia. I.. I've never wanted anything so bad. I just can't talk now" Ginger answered, trying to gently pry her off of his hands.
"Why?" she asked, tears escaping. She wasn't sure if it was because she was happy or upset. She didn't know which emotion she should be overwraught with yet. Confusion was all she was feeling at the moment.
"Because. I just can't. I'll call you tonight, a'ight?" Ginger replied, getting his hands back and heading towards the kitchen.
"Ginger, please talk to me" Mia begged. She had to know how he felt so she could stop the terrible questions and feelings that had been attacking her lately.
"I can't" Ginger replied, picking up the cordless phone off the bench and typing in a number that was all too familiar. He wasn't going to wait for Stratt to call him. No way. He would not leave his sisters with him any longer than he had to.
"Why?" Mia choked on a sob, standing to face him.
"He's gonna kill them, Mia" Ginger finally gave in, "I have to get this money to him NOW or he'll kill my sisters".

Chapter 23
"So pretty".
Lizette turned her head away from his outstretched hand as he touched her cheek. Sure, he was an OK-looker, but he was the most cruel, slimey, snivelling, low-down cock-sucking scum she'd ever met, and she didn't want him touching her. Stratt frowned dispprovingly, then slapped her. Hard.
"Leave her alone!" Jessi-Jay protested, pulling against the guy who was holding her wrists, "She never did anything to you". Stratt looked sidelong at her, then smiled coldly. He looked down at his watch. He was getting bored. He got fidgety when he was bored. And the fidgets always got him trigger happy.
Stratt scratched at his short black hair absently. He had broad, well-muscled shoulders and arms, and was fairly tall. He had a neatly trimmed goatee and cold, ebony eyes. He wore black pants, a white shirt and a black leather jacket that was getting sticky from sweat. No, he did not like the heat at all. (For anyone who knows who he is, the visualisation of Stratt is: Michael Jai White)
The old warehouse had a musty smell to it. It smelt dusty. Old. Abandoned. Stratt didn't dwell on it. There was a much more important matter at hand. *Much* more important. Such as the 2.5 million he expected in his hands very, very soon, or he would have to start a little blood-spilling.
He walked over to a broken window and looked outside for a moment. It was hot. The heat radiated off of the bitumen outside. He could see it from here. The humid and sticky heat made him cranky. He didn't like it at all. He didn't like this place. He didn't like the heat. He didn't like waiting. All in all, he was in a pretty foul mood. And these three little bitches were doing nothing to remedy that.
"He won't come" Kaylen said firmly, glaring at the back of Stratt's head, "He's not that stupid". She was speaking of Ginger. Stratt had shared his plans with them, out of the kindness of his heart. As soon as he had the money, pow, pow, pow. Goodbye to the McVeighs. Kaylen was scared. All of them were. But she tried to keep her head about her, and knock Stratt off balance by picking out holes in his plan.
"He will" Stratt replied, absolutely certain, clasping his coffee-cream coloured hands behind his head, "I know him. He'll come". Kaylen glared, but she knew he was right. No matter how hard she wished for Ginger to get away from L.A as fast as he could, she knew him too well to actually believe that he would do that. He wouldn't leave his sisters for dead. No way. Even if it cost him his own life.
Jessi-Jay tried to stay strong for her sisters. They'd put up a good fight back at the hotel. Not good enough, obviously, but the hole in the window was from her shooting at them. The three of them had seen Stratt and his men coming into the carpark from upstairs. Jessi-Jay had grabbed Nueto's 9mm from the room he shared with Kaylen, and had taken it upon herself to shoot at Stratt and the men he'd brought with him from the lounge room. It hadn't helped much that there was only two bullets in the gun. Or that the backlash made her shots ill-aimed. There had been quite a struggle, but in the end, they were just no match for several armed, fully grown men.
Stratt groaned loudly, slapping his arms against his sides, getting more and more frustrated. Jessi-Jay opened her mouth to say a smart ass remark, but it died on her lips.
His cell phone was ringing.

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"You motherfucker" Ginger growled as soon as Stratt connected the call, "This is below the belt and you know it". Mia stood shocked at the entrance to the kitchen. She didn't know what to do or say. So she didn't do or say anything.
"Ah, I was wondering when you'd call" Stratt replied with a smile that was present in his words. His voice was almost sickly swet. Friendly. Ginger couldn't stand the friendliness in his tone.
"I swear, you hurt them, I'll..." he threatened, but Stratt only laughed.
"You'll wot? Huh? You'll shoot me? Oh, ouch. That'll bring 'em back, won't it?" Stratt teased with a chuckle. Ginger felt a sharp pang of fear and went cold instantly. Were they already dead? Had he hurt or killed his sisters?
"You motherfucker" he repeated, unable to form any new words through the mind-numbing fear he was experiencing.
"Yeah, I know. But, hell, not much I can do about it, is there?" Stratt answered lightly, shrugging it off, "Bring my money to the left warehouse that lines the Isle. We'll be waiting". Ginger opened his mouth to reply, but Stratt had disconnected the call.
"Shit!!" he yelled, and threw the phone against the wall so hard that the plastic casing broke open and its insides hung out.
"C'mon you two. We're goin' to tha Isle" he called to Nueto and DeShaun who were cleaning up the glass from the broken window, hurrying past a still shocked Mia and towards the door.
"Let us help!" Mia said suddenly, running after him, having broken out of her shocked silence. Ginger kept walking over to his Mitsubishi, seemingly ignoring her.
"Take the girls cars!" he called over his shoulder at Nueto and DeShaun, and they headed around the back to get them. The rest of the money was already packed in those cars, where they'd put it a day or two ago, in preperation for today.
"Ginger! Let me call Dom" Mia insisted, still trailing him. He yanked open the drivers door of his Mitsubishi.
"Jus' please go home, Mia. I'll talk to you later, OK?" Ginger answered urgently. He didn't need or want anyone getting shot for him. Not today.
"Ginger! Dom'll help! I know you think he won't, but he will! Dom'll know what to do!" Mia said, as he climbed into his car.
"I don't need his help, Mia! Please, jus' go home before you get killed! I don't need yer blood on my hands!" Ginger snapped at her, then pulled the car door shut. She wasn't going to listen to him unless he was firm with her. If she thought he was an asshole, he'd just have to live with that, if that was what it took to keep her safe.
The back of the car wandered around as the wheels tried to find some grip. Finally, he reversed with a screech of tyres, then pulled a hard right towards the hotel gates. Ginger sped out of the car park, DeShaun and Nueto right behind him. He didn't know how much time he had, but he knew that if he didn't get there on time, they were all in trouble.

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"DOM!!" Mia jumped out of her Acura and ran into the garage, "DOM!! VINCE!! Quick!". Vince and Leon appeared almost instantly, still all greasy from working on a client's car. Dom charged out of the office at the sound of his sister's panicked voice.
"Mia? Where have you been?" he asked, worried and angry and confused.
"Please, Dom. We have to help him. We have to get to the Isle now. He's gonna kill them, Dom" Mia babbled, trying to get it out but not making any sense at all. Letty came in from the shop, arms folded over her chest, looking confused.
"Slow down, Mia" Dom tried, touching her arm, "Explain it slowly".
"There's no time!" Mia yelled, pulling away, "We have to get to the Isle now, or Ginger, Kaylen, Lizette, all of them are gonna die, Dom. Please, please help me". Vince threw down the spanner he held and ran towards his car. Leon wasn't far behind. Letty ran through the shop to her 240SX.
"I don't understand" Dom followed Mia over to her Acura and slid into the front seat, Mia jumping into the passenger side, "Wot the hell is going on?". He screamed out of the driveway, then pulled onto the street with a screech of tyres. The others were already speeding down the road ahead of them.
"I'm not sure. All I know is that Ginger and DeShaun and Nueto went to the Isle, and someone's gonna kill them. They took his sisters and they're gonna kill them" Mia replied, trying to make sense of her story, but it was full of holes that needed filling.
"Who?" Dom asked, pulling a sharp left that had the tyres shrieking and the car sliding, "Who's gonna kill them?". Mia choked on a shocked and scared sob,
"I don't know. I don't know. We've got to hurry". Dom nodded quickly, and pressed the gas pedal to the floor.

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Stratt watched out the same broken window as Ginger's silver Mitsubishi Eclipse GSX pulled up outside the warehouse with a sharp screech of tyres. It was followed by Lizette's and Kaylen's cars. He cocked an eyebrow.
Lizette felt her heart sink at the sound of loud engines. Ginger had come for them. Stratt was going to kill her brother. And she couldn't do anything about it. Kaylen had tears welling up in her eyes. Jessi-Jay had a look of steel on her face, but inside, there was a war raging.
This was her fault. It was all her fault. If only she hadn't got with Stratt. If only she'd left Ginger to handle the drugs and gotten a legit job. If only...
She'd dated Stratt for a year, maybe a bit longer, and worked the streets with him. Ginger worked on the net to reduce the risk, but Jessi-Jay had insisted on working the streets with the 'love of her life'. How could she have been so stupid?
This whole mess had started when she lost 2 million dollars of Stratt's money. She'd driven Statt's black Monte Carlo around to the client's home and made the pick up for her boyfriend. The 2 mill was in the trunk. She'd been so proud. This was the biggest sale she'd made. She'd picked up her cell phone off the passenger seat to call him on her way back to Stratt's place, and the damn thing wouldn't work. The batteries needed recharging.
She'd pulled up at a phone box, got out, locked the car, and gone to call Stratt to tell him that the pick up went through and that she was on her way back with the money. That was the way they always operated. She had to check in with him once the pick up was made. So, she'd been talking away, loving the praise he was giving her, and had her back turned to the Monte Carlo.
That's why she didn't see the little cock-sucker slim jim the lock.
That's why she didn't see him hot wire the car.
That's why she didn't see him at all, until the car took off with a screech of tyres, and left her there, stunned and terrified on the side of the road.
Needless to say, Stratt was less than happy. He made all kinds of threats on her life. On that of her family. She'd been terrified. And that's when Ginger had stepped in for her.
And the two of them had come to a deal: 2.5 mill and it would all be forgotten. Simple.
Obviously not.
"C'mon. Let's go see wot your brother had for me" Stratt crooked a finger at them, and his men escorted the three girls out behind him. Ginger walked right up to Stratt, feeling absolute relief in seeing his sisters alive and relatively well.
"There. It's all there. In the trunks of the cars. Let them go" he demanded. He had no time or patience for bullshit right now. He'd gone through with his part of the deal. Now, it was Stratt's turn.
"Check it out" Stratt waved to two of his cronies, and they headed towards the cars as Nueto and DeShaun exited them. Stratt smiled, sheilding his eyes from the harsh sun with one hand.
"I do admire the way you work under pressure" he remarked. Ginger kept his face cold. He didn't want his praise. He just wanted his sisters.
"Give me my sisters" he said every word like it was a sentence. He wasn't going to say it again.
"OK" Stratt nodded a shrugged. Ginger almost frowned. He'd been expecting more resistance than this. Alot more. Stratt was sneaky. He watched him carefully.
Stratt turned as if to tell his men to let them go, but suddenly whipped his gun out from where it was tucked into the back of his pants, turned and swung hard at Ginger. It caught him right across the face, and he stumbled sideways, dropping to his knees, throbbing pain beginning immediately.
"No!" Lizette cried, pulling against the man who held her back. Kaylen tried to kick her captor, but he was too strong. Jessi-Jay was scared stiff, unable to move, as Stratt stepped forwards and kicked her brother. Nueto and DeShaun were held at bay by the two men who'd gone to unload the cars and their mean looking pistols.
"You know wot I do to people who disappoint me?" Stratt asked, kicking Ginger in the ribs.
"I could guess" he choked out, blood spilling from his lips. Stratt sneered and kicked him in the side of the head, then stomped a foot down on his ribs. Ginger felt, rather than heard the sickening crack.
"Stop!" Kaylen screamed, sinking to her knees and sobbing, "Please leave him alone". Ginger reached for his Desert Eagle, and Stratt kicked his hand away, bending over and snatching it off of him. Ginger moved to get up, now unarmed and not posing much of a threat, but Stratt kicked him back down. His ribs burned. His sisters cried and screamed for Stratt to stop. It was chaos. And Ginger was lost in it.
"You've disappointed me" Stratt lined up Ginger's Desert Eagle so that Ginger was looking along the barrell of it to see Stratt himself.
"Kill me, then. Jus', let my sisters go. They didn't do anything..." Ginger pleaded. Stratt raised an eyebrow. You should never show your weakness in front of an enemy. It was the worst thing you could do. Ginger wasn't afraid for himself. He was afraid for his his sisters. And he'd just told Stratt.
Wrong move.
Stratt turned abruptly, aimed quickly, and fired. Jessi-Jay choked on a cry, eyes wide. She looked down, barely hearing her sisters screams. Blood spurted from her stomach. It was a numb, liquid kind of pain. It hurt, but she felt somehow detatched. The man holding her let her go, and she flopped lifelessly against the hard bitumen.
"No" Ginger whispered helplessly, getting up on all fours, reaching out a hand towards his sister. Stratt grinned, and simply walked straight past him.
"See you round, Ginger" he called over his shoulder, and motioned that it was time to leave. He climbed into Lizette's car, and his cronies piled into Kaylen's, having moved the movey from the Eclipse into the other two to make for an easier and less complicated escape. Lizette and Kaylen ran to their sister. Kaylen pressed her hands against the wound, trying to stop the blood. Lizette cried and lifted Jessi-Jay's head and shoulders onto her kness. DeShaun and Nueto ran over to them as Ginger stood. He looked at his dying sister, then across at Stratt's departing car.
"Call an ambulance" he demanded, and DeShaun looked up at him, dazed and shocked.
"Call an ambulance!" Ginger repeated more forcefully, then ran to his Mitsubishi. DeShaun searched franticly for his mobile phone. Ginger scrambled into his car, threw it into gear, and sped after the two quickly retreating cars.
They burst out onto an insanely busy street. Ginger pulled a screaming left, ramming the bumper of Kaylen's car. It jolted forwards with the sickening sound of metal scraping against metal. There goes the front mount. Ginger didn't care. He wanted them dead. Stratt wasn't in this car. He was in Lizette's. But Ginger wanted them all to pay. Every single one.
He had just pulled up beside the yellow street racer, when the familiar roar of engines sounded. He glanced around, the purple 240SX pulling up to the other side of Kaylen's car, the yellow Skyline behind it, the Maxima and Acura right behind him. Ginger's mobile began to ring, and he snatched it up off the passenger seat.
"What do you want us to do?" Dom asked, and Ginger glanced up at him in the rear view mirror.
"Kill them. All of them. I'ma take Lizette's car. Yous take care of this one" Ginger replied firmly. Dom was silent for a moment, then said,
"You got it". Ginger disconnected the call, then threw the phone onto the seat beside him and pulled up behind the green racer.
Dom pulled in front Kaylen's car, and Vince pulled up beside it. Now that they had it surrounded, it couldn't go anywhere. Letty stopped with a scream of tyres as Vince manouvered the car against the edge of the road. Dom watched the road ahead, trying franticly to think of what to do.
Then he spotted the tow truck parked up ahead.
He sped up, and his team followed suit, forcing the men in Kaylen's car to do the same. Just as Dom was coming right up behind the tow truck, he pulled a sharp right. Leon stopped suddenly. Vince swerved away. And the yellow racer plowed right into the back of the parked vehicle, the arm of the tow truck thrusting right through the windscreen with a sickening crunch as the front of the car collapsed in on its self and crushed the people inside.
Ginger kept on Stratt's ass. They had to swerve all over the road, evading the slow moving traffic. He looked past the car in front of him. They were coming up to an embankment that had been dug out for road works. He looked around wildly, looking for anything he could use, then a memory came to him.
Linder.
He'd clipped Toretto's old man's bumper and put him into a wall.
Perfect.
Ginger pulled into the lane to the right of Stratt, pressed down the gas until the front of the car was far enough in line with Stratt's vehicle for his liking, then pulled sharply against the back of the racer.
The blow sent it into a spin, and it shot through the barrier on the side of the embankment. Rolled the entire way down. Landed on its roof with a loud crunch. Caught on fire. Then exploded because of the Nos he hadn't let Lizette use.
Ginger smiled in complete satisfaction.
'It's gonna be OK' he thought to himself. That was right before he tried to turn before he hit the huge Kenworth truck which had gone into a clumsy slide in front of him after being spooked by the explosion. Right before he swiped the side of it. Went into a spin. Shot straight through the safety barrier on the opposite side of the road. Before he screamed down the embankment. Engine roaring. Wheel not working. Scared something fierce. Struggling to get his belt on before he hit the huge parked road-works truck and everything went black.

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