Dom stood by his car eyeing up the competition with a brooding expression, he was making a mental note of their vehicles when a flash of familiar brown hair made him frown "Letty?" he hissed to himself seeing his wife, he hadn't seen her since their fight and he knew she wasn't here for a social call.
Grabbing her bicep, he pulled her over to his car as she growled at him obviously pissed "What the hell are you doing here?" he grunted as she crossed her arms still looking around at the other racers.
"What do you think? I'm here to find out what happened to her" Letty spat angrily glaring at racers as they passed by, looking her up and down like she didn't belong here.
"Go home Letty, I've got this" he ordered rubbing his hand over his face, he knew Letty being here could endanger the plan he had already set "No Dom, she was mine too, I deserve to be here. I need to be here too" Letty's voice cracked at the end of her sentence, and Dom knew she was near breaking point just like the rest of them, but he had to be strong.
Seeing Campos' right-hand woman walking towards him flanked with other lackeys Dom turned his eyes back to his wife "Just go, Letty, please" his stomach tightened seeing the crushed look on her face before she shook her head pushing herself through the crowd and away from him.
The tall brunette smirked as she stopped in front of him, but her eyes were following Letty's retreating form "Follow me" is all she said as she leads him up to the meeting point.
Dom couldn't help but feel a little sick knowing his little sister was here, alone, with all these guys who no doubt would try anything to get with her, he knew from experience what racers were like.
Clenching his fists he tried not to think about how his sister was here working for Braga, why would she knowingly run drugs for some guy. It wasn't like his little sister at all, especially, when she was making a name for herself in the streets.
Dom smirked as he looked at the other guys at the meet point he knew they wouldn't be competition for him, his smirk only deepened when Brian made eye contact with him like he was wondering if Dom would rat him out, but he should know by now that Dom doesn't nark on anyone.
"You all know why you're here" the guy holding the golf club started "Good drivers are a dime a dozen. Man, every corner's got a chingadera tuner racing for pinks. That's not what Braga has got me looking for. Braga wants someone that would sell their abuelita to be behind the wheel. Someone that drives their but to push it and make it through places no one else would take it. Real drivers. ¿entiendes?".
Dom nods once looking the guy up and down "So, what are we hauling?" everyone looks at Dom shocked that he would even have the balls to ask questions "¡Oye! for the money Braga's paying, you don't need to know."
"You just said you wanted real drivers. A real driver knows exactly what's in his car" Dom says crossing his arms as the guy looks at him incredulously "¡Híjole! " he says taking a pull of his beer as another guy steps up to Dom breathing a laugh "¡Mira! real driver, nobody's forcing you to race."
Dom studies the guy; he had dark skin littered with thin scars, tattoos on his neck, a weird silver tooth and a bad attitude "You the boss?" Dom questions seriously "Or am l talking to the boss?" he says indicating back to Campos who was watching them entertained.
"Do l look like a boss?" The guy asks looking Dom in the eye "Papi" Campos calls getting Dom's attention "My job is to find the best drivers, period. Whoever wins the race gets the info. We cool?" Campos questions Dom whose eyes were still on the other guy even when the cute brunette woman stood in front of him.
"Are we cool?" Compos urges as Dom watches the other guy smirk at him, his silver tooth shining "Yeah, we're cool" Dom agreed taking the GPS off the brunette who gave him a flirty smile.
"No, we ain't cool, man. Who's closing these streets?" Another racer pressed as Campos chuckled to himself with glee "No one. That's the point".
Opening my eyes, I started to panic again seeing an unfamiliar room until I remembered being taken in by Owen and given a room to call my own.
Looking over to the bedside table I noticed an orange bottle of pills and a glass of water, picking up the pill bottle I tipped a few into my hand before taking them.
Stretching carefully I climbed out of the overly luxurious bed which felt like heaven compared to the hospital bed I had woken up on earlier but remembering the mansion I was currently in it didn't surprise me that the bedrooms looked like this.
Walking out of the lavish bedroom I slowly made my way through the vast property stopping only when I heard a familiar voice over the sound of other unknown voices "There she is.." Owen exclaimed when he saw me walking towards him and a group of people.
"How was your nap?" Owen questioned with a knowing grin "Painful" I answered looking at the other people in the room "Everyone this is Rose" Owen began as he placed an arm around my shoulders gesturing to me.
I nodded looking towards the group of people in the lounge doing various things like playing pool, watching TV and a woman was sitting in a chair reading a book "Rose this is Vegh" he pointed to the pretty blonde woman reading who gave me a small smile.
"Klaus" he gestured to a massive guy who was pure muscle "Jah" I looked at the Asian guy who nodded to me "Denlinger and Ivory" the two dark-skinned men playing pool both acknowledged Shaw's introduction "Oakes and Adolfson" the last two men both turned from the TV to nod at me.
Turning us around Owen pulled me in the direction of a big kitchen "So that's my team" he said motioning for me to sit on one of the bar stools before opening the fridge.
He placed two beer bottles on the breakfast counter in between us but made no move to open them "Team?" I repeated as he leaned on the counter eyeing me.
"Yes, a team. Each member here works within a specific area of specialty that allows us to pull off major scores and other high-end jobs as a team. That's why I brought you here; you have talents I know would be a useful part of my team" I frowned at Shaw's words wondering what he was talking about.
"That's flattering and all but I can't remember any 'talents' I have" I scoffed as Owen just smiled "That's why I'm willing to help you find your way" my frown deepened before it dropped when I looked at him "You know more about me don't you?".
Owen nodded innocently as he pulled a lone grape out of a fruit bowl that lay on the table before popping it in his mouth "You were a racer and a very successful mechanic back before..." I grimaced knowing what he was alluding to I know all about my 'accident' and how it wasn't an accident.
"you were also a great hacker; I heard you were able to find out anything about anyone" I raised my eyebrows at him wondering what information I would have found out and who would need me to do such jobs.
"That I find very valuable" he added seeing my face, "and I know with some time and patience you will be able to do those things again. I just need you to trust me".
Owen pulled the tops off the bottles and placed one in front of me before lifting his and tilting it towards me "what do you say?" biting my lip my mind raced until I picked up my own bottle with a grin, what did I have to lose? "I'm in."
"You are now a one-quarter mile from your destination" hearing those words Dom knew he was in his element, just taking things one-quarter mile at a time but it didn't have the same effect on him right now as it usually did.
Usually, the quarter mile race set him free, he could just, be, but now he knew he had a lot riding on this race, he needed to win not only for himself but for his family, Letty, and Rosalie, they all needed the closure him finding Braga would bring.
Dom looked over to Brian whose eyes were on him a smirk plastered on his face; did he really think he was going to win this race?.
Pressing the small red button on the gear shift, he heard the hissing sound of NOS being released, a sound that he had missed hiding out in the Dominican.
Feeling the car shift forward faster he held on to the wheel tighter knowing he was getting closer to the finish line, but when he glanced into the mirror, he noticed Brian speeding up beside him.
Gritting his teeth, he turned the wheel causing the car hit into Brian's making it spun out of control "Still a buster" he grinned thinking about LA.
Dom didn't acknowledge the GPS as it started to beep "You have reached your destination. Goodbye" stomping on the brake Dom skidded his car to a stop in front of Campos and his crew as the other racers, and race rats cheered for him.
As soon as Dom stepped out of the car Brian stomped over to him "At least we know you can't beat me straight up" Dom looked at his old acquaintance with a small smirk "I didn't know there were any rules" the two men just glared at each other until slow clapping captured their attention.
"tremendo jefe" Dom turned to see the others walking over to them "así me gusta, Now that's what I call real driving" Silver tooth cheers as he taps Dom on the shoulder before Brian cuts in looking furious "No, that's bullshit, man!".
"Go cry to your mama, eh?" The guy sneers at Brian as Campos steps up to Dom with a smirk shaking his hand "You work for Braga now. When the GPS calls, you follow" Dom nods once in understanding as Campos walks off leaving Gisele with Dom.
"Driver's license" she orders with an accented voice "What driver's license?" Dom answers as she gives a small almost not there smirk before sliding the screen of a phone "Thumb" Dom dutifully places his thumb on the screen wondering if this is what his sister had done before him.
"Cell phone number" Gisele instructs calmly as Dom looks back at her in wonder as she confidently eyed him "The print is for Campos, the number is for me."
I'm not sure if all of these are correct but I translated them from google so... sorry if they're wrong!
Chingadera – Piece of shit
Abuelita – Grandma / Granny
¿entiendes? - Understand?
¡Oye! - Hey!
¡Híjole! - Wow/ Whoa / Man (used to express surprise)
¡Mira! - Look!
Papi - Used to address a man.
tremendo jefe -Tremendous boss
así me gusta - That's the way I like it / I like it