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Title: Río de Amor
Author: Tfatfreak207
Rating: M
Feedback: Would be appreciated; criticism or praise, both are welcome.
Chapter 1-Breaking Out
The three cars sped toward the prisoner transfer bus. The Charger backed off, letting the NSX pass. It speed around, cutting off the bus.
"Damn kids!" the bus driver exclaimed, trying to maneuver around the sports car.
Dom looked out the window, hearing the familiar growl of a Charger. Peering out, he saw the charcoal grey car, the blonde driver smiling up at him. Dom smirked a she stood, along with the other prisoners and looked out the other window. He noticed Tego's 1977 Firebird speeding in the other lane.
"What the hell?" the bus driver said, noticing a lanky body standing out the Firebird's custom t-top roof.
A helmet hid the body's face, which gave Dom a bit of deja-vü.
The mystery person pointed a spear-gun at the truck, firing it into the window. Dominic then noticed a body crawling out of the Charger passenger window. He ducked just before the other spear penetrated the window, ripping it out of it's frame.
Simultaneously, flash grenades were tossed with east onto the bus. Luckily, Dominic was crouched down, his head in between his legs. The explosives went off, causing chaos and confusion. Looking over, Dom watched as one of the guards passed out, stunned. Making sure the other officer was occupied, Dom crawled to the downed guard, slipping the ring of keys off his belt.
"Mia, hit the brakes baby," Brian ordered into his CB radio. The plan was going without a hitch, which he couldn't be happier about.
Mia's NSX stopped abruptly, the bus swerving to avoid a collision. The driver struggled to regain control, mainly from his blinded eyesight. Two smoke grenades were tossed in the broken windows. Dominic quickly unlocked his cuffs and chains and ran to the front of the bus. Using all his strength, Dom kicked in the chain-link gate that blocked the prisoner's off from the door. He approached the only still-standing guard from behind, gripping his hand over the man's mouth. As the smoke expelled from the cans, it became increasingly hard to see and breathe. The guard's increased panic caused him to pass out quickly. The driver's body became limp, making the bus swerve off road. Dom fought to get the driver out the seat. Once that was completed, he tried to hold his breath as he steered the bus off the road. His eyes burned terribly as he tried to slow the vehicle, the desert road underneath unforgiving.
"Okay, guys, go get him," Brian ordered as the bus came to a halt.
Dom stood, trying to make it to the door. He realized he was screwed when his vision blurred and it became harder to breathe. He dropped to his knees, his hand clutching his throat in agony. He watched two masked people climb onto the bus just as his limp body fell to the floor.
"Get his legs," one of the men said as he grabbed Dom's arms..
"Fuck, he's still huge," the other one complained.
"Fucker has gotten bigger," the first one replied as they drug the dead weight off the bus. They carried him to the Charger, tossing him in the passenger seat. One of the men jumped in the NSX, while the other in the back of the Firebird.
The three cars sped off, trying to get as far away from the bus as possible. They knew the police would be arriving soon to assess the damage.
The crew drove to a small shack about fifteen minutes away from the scene, where they would store the cars. It looked rundown on the first glance, but further inspection would reveal a dock with several sports boats out back.
Dominic started to wake from his daze, but still found it hard to catch his breath. He slapped his huge hand on Brian's shoulder, making him flinch from the unexpected contact.
"Water … wa ..." Dominic forced, his throat itching like hell. Brian grabbed two water bottles, pouring one over Dom's head and into his eyes, trying not to think about his new leather seats. He opened and handed Dom the other to drink.
Dom guzzled the bottled fluid as if it were a cold beer.
"What the hell were you guys thinkin'?" Dom asked after he got his bearings.
"Hey, you did your part in Mexico, and I knew the Feds were gonna flip. So, I rounded up some folks to reward you for your help," Brian shrugged.
"By making us all fugitives now? Thanks," Dom sniped.
"Hey bro, just say the word and I'll take you back to that bus. Where you'll rot in jail for pretty much the rest of your life. Just say it," Brian threatened, starting the Charger back up. Dom grabbed his hand quickly, his grip tight.
"You ain't tired of taking my beating's yet?" Dom quipped, stepping out the car.
"Yeah, a 'thank you' would be appreciated," Brian yelled to Dom's retreating back.
Dom approached his sister, who stood with her hands on her hips, a cheeky smile on her lips. Dom grinned and hugged his baby sister tight.
"You let the buster corrupt you?" he whispered into her hair, taking in the strawberry scent.
"I wasn't gonna let you see the inside of Lompoc again," she explained.
Dom pulled out of the embrace, shaking hands with Tego. He gave a sincere thank you to his friend. Rico cheerily smiled as Dom pulled the younger man into a hug.
"What about some old friends?" a familiar voice called from behind Dominic. He froze in place, the screams of his former friend echoing in his mind, the way it had for years.
Dom turned around slowly, watching the new and improved Vincent pull off his helmet. Vince was thinner, leaner. He had close-cropped hair, but the same scruffy beard. Dominic's eyes went instantly to Vince's arm, where a very prominent scar wrapped around his right forearm. He was still the same Vince, but he had a different look in his eyes, one that Dominic couldn't pinpoint.
"Good to see you brother," Vince smiled, pulling his oldest friend in for a hug.
Dominic collected his emotions as that old "Coyote" smell hit his nostrils. He didn't think he'd ever see his best and oldest friend alive again. After the tragic truck heist, Dominic split, never coming into contact with anyone in the States again. He just assumed Vince hadn't made it from the amount of blood lost in the desert.
"What happened to you V?" Dom asked.
"I laid up in a hospital forever. Four months healing, six months rehab. As soon as I stepped out of the rehab center, cops had me in cuffs. Spent the last four years in Lompoc. Got out a few months ago," Vince replied, anger building in his voice.
Dom didn't reply, but only to prevent an inevitable confrontation with Vince. It would happen, he knew it.
"Hey now, don't hog him!" the other masked man exclaimed, shoving his way between the men. He lifted the scorching helmet from his head. Dom grinned, yanking ol' Leon into a hug. Leon didn't look much different, his curly dark hair still slicked back. He was thinner as well, but still had that muscular build to him.
"Where the hell you been? Mia said you split after everything cooled down," Dom questioned, never expecting to see Leon either.
"Well I did. Went back to New York to visit Jesse's family. Laid low there for a bit. That's when the buster located me, with the help of Mia. Told me there was one last job we had to do," Leon smiled, bumping knuckles with Brian.
"So you guys risked, and now pretty much ruined, the rest of your free lives to bust me out?" Dom asked, sincerely choked up by his twisted family.
"We've been doing it since we were teenagers. Not much has changed since then," Vince grumbled, tossing Dom a bag. "Clothes."
The tension between the friends was thick, and caused some worry with Brian. In order to get Dominic and the crew to their destination, he would need them to be solid and acting as one. He would need them to settle their issues soon.
"Hurry up guys, Tej has the jet waiting," Brian said, loading their things on the boats.
"Jet? Where we going?" Dom asked.
"We gotta make a stop in Miami, then we're going to Rio de Janeiro."
Dom had a cheeky grin instantly, "Brazil."