Savin' Me
Kames and Cargan
Romance and Drama
Rated M
A/N: muse ended up cooperating for this. Also considering I was grounded from my laptop. Mom doesn't understand fandom life so I'm abiding by her rules now. It's whatever.
Enjoy
Chapter 2
JPOV
I was racing Dak on the freeway and we were dodging traffic with police on our tails. We were side by side for a good two miles until a Mercedes merged onto Dak's lane and he hit the car and both cars exploded. I kept driving.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Bee-
I slammed my hand on my alarm. I sat up in bed and wiped the sleep out of my eyes. I looked at the time and groaned. I got my job at the repair shop then I gotta go to the police department to report. Fuck, I'm gonna need coffee if I'm planning on staying awake all day.
(A/N: for future reference, I'm not looking up all the engine parts because frankly you're not going to know what the hell I'm talking about so why bother doing that.)
I went to one helluva party after we outran the cops. Pretty sure Carlos and Logan disappeared after the first sex song. I was dancing and drinking the night away. I know how to hold my alcohol.
I got out of bed and got ready for my day job. I showered and put on deodorant because if I try to style my hair I'm just going to end up greasy and sweaty. I made sure I was decent and went in my monstrous garage and grabbed the keys for the '72 Bronco I rebuilt.
Time skip to the repair shop
I lowered a newly built customized engine into a Ford Torino. I made sure everything was placed correctly and connected all the wires and pipes into the engine that's connected to the car. I tightened all the screws, put new motor oil in it. Now it's time to test drive it.
I placed the keys into the ignition and turned it. It immediately turned on and started purring. I nodded, satisified. She sounds absolutely perfect. Time to drive her around to make sure she drives smoothly.
After the test drive
"Here you go man, she runs like a dream." I handed over the keys.
"Thanks for doing this for me."
"No problem."
He handed me a wadful of money. Rebuilding a classic enginie isn't cheap plus I had to call in for the parts. It took me three months to finish all that. Good thing this dude had the right amount. I grabbed a bottle of water and took a big gulp of it. Man, I was thirsty.
I took a seat and laid back. The shop wasn't busy so I could rest. The rest of my shift passed by in a blur. I went back home, showered and got myself together for my other job that I have to report to.
Time skip to the police department
I walked in with Carlos and Logan. We went to our desks and did our job that we had to do. Then our chief came out and wanted to see us. We sat down and he briefed us.
"Jett's planning on going back to Mexico and getting more drugs. He's using the tunnels to smuggle them over the border." Logan spoke up.
The chief nodded.
"I got a guy to follow Jett and to remain unseen."
We all looked at him in question.
"He owes me and this is what he does best. Even though he's retired."
"We still don't know what you're talking about." I spoke up.
Just then a 6ft heavily muscled dude walked in.
"Name's Dominic Toretto. Dom meet the three guys who've been racing and the rest of the team."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Follow Jett, remain unseen so he doesn't suspect anything. He's going to Mexico. What is he doing, Logan?"
"He said this Friday."
"You got it."
"We're on standby to go in for the bust once he's back over the border."
"You got it."
"You have a car to disguise yourself?"
"He has no idea who I even am plus if he noticed an old school American muscel following him I have some other car to get the job done."
"That's settled. Dismissed."
We all stood up and walked out of the briefing room. We went home since there was nothing for us to do. Once I got home I checked out my cars to make sure there was nothing there.
I changed into swim trunks and grabbed my surf board. I went into the backyard and onto the beach. I went into the water and sat down on my board and looked at the surf. I see a pomising wave so I turned around and headed straight for the wave. I paddled then turned towards the shore and laid down. Once I felt the wave built up, I paddled really fast and got up with my left leg first. I popped up and rode the wave all the way to the shore.
I spent the rest of the day surfing.
Time skip to Friday
I was under my Camaro when Logan came over.
"What?"
"You're going," he said, matter of factly.
I scoffed.
"Of course I'm going. I know how to not trigger the border patrol. I've done it millions of times."
"The chief ain't going to be happy."
"When the fuck have I ever listened to that old bastard?"
"I'm surprised he hasn't fired your ass."
"I'm not. I'm the fucking best doing what I do. If he fired me, he wouldn't find someone as great as James Diamond."
"Thanks for reminding me," he sassed.
I came up from under the hood and pushed him against the wall and got real close to his face.
"I don't fucking appreciate being sassed. You should know your place before I put you in the fucking ground. Do I make myself clear?"
He nodded.
"There's no nodding. Do I fucking make myself clear?"
"Crystal,"
"Good now get out of my fucking fact,"
I released him and he scurried out of the garage at top speed. I took a swig of my beer then I grabbed my duffle and popped it in the trunk. I slammed it shut then closed the hood and grabbed the Camaro keys. I got in and took off out of my garage.
Flashback
I was driving my Chevelle under the tunnel at the border of Mexico. I was doing undercover work for the chief. I had my heavy metal music blasting. We had our lights off trying to stay under the border patrol's attention. Just then we were notified that the border patrol got a heat signal so we decided to step our game before they decided to send out the helicopter.
"You have ten seconds,"
We made it in time and we finally stopped. They told us to get out. I already know what's in the black casses. It's drugs, cocaine to be exact.
We stood in front of the cars and we were waiting for further instructions. They unloaded the cars. They ended up pulling out guns and shot everyone but I shot back and jumped in and took off. I had a bad guy on my ass. I need to fucking shake him.
I drove towards the tunnels between the U.S. and Mexico border. I let the border patrol know there's a bad guy chasing me to the tunnels. I shifted to go faster. When will this fucking asshole leave me the hell alone?
He needs to stop playing real life bumper cars with me.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
I swerved. The son of bitch tried to shoot my car! The cops finally showed up. I slammed on the brakes and the car behind me swerved too fast and flipped over more than twenty times. I swerved to avoid getting in that accident. Hopefully he was wearing his seatbelt.
End Flashback
According to the dealer and the boss they could always find other drivers after killing the drivers that smuggled the drugs over the border.
Time skip to Mexico
"Have you figured out who the dealer is?"
"Hell no. I swear it's that bitch, Riley."
"Who?"
"That bitch that's the chief's assistant. She's behind all this. She's too fucking shady for this."
What I'm doing might cost me my badge. Oh fucking well. With the rate they're going, it's going to take years before they crack the case. I'm trailing Jett's brother because he's too stupid to notice that a rival is behind him. He's such a dumbass. I'm surprised he hasn't been killed yet.
I've been following him for hours until he finally pulled up to an abandoned building. I kept driving and decided to book a hotel for the night so I can sleep and have a proper style. Wonder what's at that warehouse.
Cliff hanger
A/N: took me a few days to write this all down. Hope y'all like this and maybe I'll update faster. Be sure to check out my other stories. How do you like how I brought Dom into the story? I might add in all the bad guys from the Fast and Furious franchise. If you haven't watched it then I suggest you do. If you don't then it's okay.
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