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Han threw the NSX-R into reverse as he skillfully wedged his car in a tiny parking spot. Lindsey winced as he shifted violently again, sneaking a glance at him out of the corner of her eye. His strong jaw was set in anger, his dark eyes were narrowed and cold. His perfect lips were drawn into a small sneer, and his long, thin fingers held a tight, bruising grip on the steering wheel. Rage radiated off of him.

As he cut the engine to the car, he popped his door up and climbed out of the car, his eyes searching through the darkness for any sign of movement. When he was satisfied no one was waiting for them, he opened Lindsey's door and steered her up the front walkway.

"You okay?" she asked quietly, glancing up at him.

His face registered a certain amount of surprise, but his gait didn't slow. "That's my line," he replied lowly, shrugging as Mia threw the front door open and ushered Lindsey inside.

The living room was absolutely trashed; no one had bothered to clean up after they had quickly called an end to the party. Brian was on the couch, but sprang up as his sister walked inside. He was at her side in an instant, catching her in a crushing hug and murmuring about how she was grounded for life. Dom also stood up as they entered the room, pulling Han off to the side.

"Who?" he rumbled simply, his heavy brows set in a deep frown.

Han sighed tiredly. "Gaines' friends. Don't know em personally."

Dom's expression grew darker. "Call him. Have him meet us somewhere neutral, they crossed the line," he said angrily. "She's one of ours now and this shit needs to be settled."

"A'ight," Han mumbled, pulling out his cell.

"Oh, and Han?" Dom added over his shoulder as he made his way over to Lindsey. "Get in touch with Tokyo."


Daniel Kale's jaw tightened as he watched his butler disappear into the house, showing two young blondes to the entertainment room for the time being. It was just so typical for his fun to be ruined like this… Just like old times. Moments later, the gray haired man returned with Gaines' thugged out form in tow.

Kale's eyes narrowed when he got a closer look at the Cuban; his eyes were bloodshot and he wreaked of weed. His irritation flared as Gaines dropped arrogantly into the seat across from him, lighting a cigarette. Kale adjusted his tie carefully, and Gaines watched as the light glinted off the platinum ring on the man's right hand.

"What brings you here, Gaines?" Kale questioned immediately, masking his impatience. The thug was better at keeping business in order than Darren had been, no questions asked, but he didn't enjoy dealing with Gaines in the least. Still, someone had to do the dirty work; he'd graduated from handling shit out on the street fifteen years ago and he wasn't planning on going back. He needed a manager, and Gaines was stupid enough to act as his muscle and give him all of the profits.

Gaines shrugged. "Tokyo's off," he explained simply.

Kale narrowed his eyes again, glaring at Gaines coldly. "Excuse me?"

Gaines sighed. "The girl was at a club tonight and three of my guys tried to push up on her. Some of the Toretto team stepped in. Put em in the fucking hospital, and the one who went for her is in critical goddamn condition," he explained. Kale took a swig of his scotch as he felt his blood pressure rise. "My boys are pullin at the reins," Gaines continued. "Bitch is gonna end up dead, and Thomas is gonna fuckin take away Tokyo."

"No," Kale replied firmly. Gaines looked at him questioningly, and he elaborated. "I'm sick and fucking tired of dealing with the Tran family, Gaines; I've entertained the idea of blowing up their restaurant during their Sunday dinners far too many times. They're a hassle, and plainly a pain in my ass," he finished grimly.

"You," he gestured to Gaines with his drink. "Are gonna fix this. You're supposed to keep your boys in line. I will take my business elsewhere Gaines," he threatened. "Just because my nephew used to do my dirty work and you inherited his gang does not mean I need you. If you cannot handle the magnitude of this situation, I will kill you and I will find another assistant."

Gaines glared at him dangerously. "Who exactly would that be?"

Kale smiled grimly. "Thug gangstas like yourself are a dime a dozen, especially in southern California. Don't tempt me, Enrique," he ordered coldly. "Let Han set this up; it will satisfy both his and her debt."

"Not gonna happen," Gaines responded angrily. "My boys are gonna go after the girl. Maybe you don't give a shit about loyalty, since you're lettin some punk who stole money from Darren for months before he took off to Japan set this shit up," he reminded heatedly, throwing his cigarette into the pool and standing. "But my guys are loyal til death. Not only did she get one of ours sent to prison, but now she's almost gotten three of out boys killed. It's over."

Kale rolled his eyes in boredom. "I'm a businessman, Gaines, we don't do loyalty," he spat. "Use your head; tell Han Thomas that the boys won't leave the girl alone until they get their payoff. He'll have the deal done in days and he won't let the kid out of his sight."

"And after that?" Gaines reminded spitefully.

Kale pinned him with a serious, degrading look. "The Yakuza and I will have a direct connection. You can kill the bitch yourself for all I care. But Gaines," he continued authoritatively. "I want my money, and you will make it happen."


Han watched patiently from the couch as Mia and Letty fawned over Lindsey, making sure she really was okay. Brian was seated close by, his eyes following his sister like a hawk. He had personally thanked Han, Leon, and Vince for helping her after the others returned from dropping a distraught Vanessa off. The rest of the crew was seated around the living room. Everyone was tense and worried; a weighty unease hung in the air, promising trouble in the near future.

Finally unable to sit around any longer, Han stood up. A few people sent him questioning gazes; he shrugged and mumbled "Phone call," as he entered the kitchen. Doubting his conversation would go unheard if he held it in the kitchen, he exited the house through the backdoor and dropped onto the porch steps. Pulling out his cell, he dialed a familiar number. The phone rang for a few moments, then the other line picked up. "Heyyy, Han!"

Han smirked despite the seriousness of the situation. "Sean, whatchu done?"

"Eatin right now," Sean drawled, his mouth audibly full. "Neela and I found a new pizza place pretty close to the garage. Some of the toppings are a little sketchy, but I think it's safe enough… I think," he emphasized.

"Nice," Han replied simply, smirking fondly as he reminisced of his time in Tokyo. "Is Neela with you?"

"Sure," Sean answered easily. "Wanna say hi?"

"Yeah," Han responded. "I gotta ask her about something," he explained, leaning back against the concrete behind him and surveying the yard. The grass needed to be mowed.

"Alright, here she is," Sean said. Han the phone move through the air. Moments later, a feminine voice floated over the line. "Hi, Han! How's L.A.?"

"Fine, Neela," he replied. "Listen, I'm dealin with a problem over here, and I need a favor."

She didn't reply for a moment, but then said, "Okay, what's up?"

"There's a few people over here that are lookin to… form a partnership… with the Yakuza," he explained vaguely.

"Ohh," Neela murmured. "Han, I-"

"All I need you to do is pass along a message to Kamata," he clarified quickly. "I'm kind of acting like a middleman."

"Why?" Neela asked curiously. "You know deals with the Yakuza are bad for anybody's business, Han, you learned that the hard way…"

"Yeah," he responded, rolling his eyes. "But I don't really give a shit about these people, so it doesn't matter."

She was quiet again. He heard her draw in a deep breath. "Okay, fine," she agreed. "But you have some major explaining to do later," she reminded him sternly.

"Right," he agreed easily, running a hand through his hair as he considered his directions. "Just tell Kamata Enrique Gaines wants to cut the Trans from the deal," he instructed. "I'm negotiating for him. Car parts in exchange for US dollars, weapons, and probably some drugs, I don't know."

"Okay," she said. "When are the Americans going to send their first shipment over?" He frowned, not replying for a moment. "Han," Neela continued cautiously. "Tell me they don't want the Yakuza to make the first move here…"

"It's just so much easier for the Yakuza to make connections," Han explained tiredly. "They can find holes in customs in hours, it would take me weeks," he reminded her irritably.

"He's never going to go for this," she said grimly. "He still wants you dead, anyway. Remember, you stole a bunch of money from him?"

He winced. "Yeah, I remember, but I'm in a hurry here. Just try, Neela? Please?"

She sighed. "We'll head over after our pizza's finished," she agreed reluctantly. "I'll call you back."

"Thanks," he replied sincerely.

"Yeah," she responded warmly. "You're welcome," she said. "Even if you are a pain in the ass."


Dom's car led the way through a maze of streets in the warehouse district, finally coming to an abrupt stop in the center of a deserted and empty intersection. Han parked the black and silver NSX-R beside him. Vince and Brian's cars were both left behind them. The men gathered between Dominic and Han's cars, keeping an eye out for any sign of visitors.

Han leaned against his door and lit a Black as they waited. Dominic looked at him, shaking his head and smirking. "Shit'll kill you," he mumbled lowly.

Han didn't reply; he just smirked and shrugged indifferently. Vince chuckled and took the Black from Han, raising it in a toast to Dom before taking a draw from the nicotine stick himself. Brian laughed this time. "At least we'll be alive to say 'I told you so' when the lung cancer does em in," he reminded Dom with a smile.

Han snickered, but let his comment die as the sound of an engine in the distance reached his ears. Moments later a white Escalade on 24s pulled up, the bass booming inside the tinted windows. Enrique Gaines climbed from the passengers seat. Han tossed his half finished Black aside and moved toward him.

Gaines skipped a greeting. "We gotta problem."

"Hell yeah we do," Han replied tersely, motioning for Dominic and the others to stay by the cars. Han stopped a couple feet in front of Gaines. "Why were your boys fuckin around earlier?" he questioned heatedly.

Gaines stared at him stonily. "Wanna let me know why they're in the hospital right now?"

Han snickered humorlessly and Vince mumbled indignantly in the background. "Probably because they can't keep their hands to themselves."

"Bad move, Han, really fuckin bad move," Gaines remarked, exasperated. He shook his head. "You shoulda left them the hell alone."

"Fuck you," Han growled. "You're lucky they're still breathin. If I had my way, they'd each have a bullet in their head and you'd have three bodies to bury tonight," he explained, the rage in his voice betraying his calm expression.

Gaines laughed condescendingly. "You mighta thought about it, brotha, but even you aren't stupid enough to try it."

Han shook his head, turning to leave before the situation got any worse. Gaines spoke up again. "Han… If you thought the bitch was in trouble before…" he raised an eyebrow, letting his voice trail off. Han turned around and pinned him with a cold glare. He continued. "That's nothin compared to now. My boys are pissed, they're ready to get revenge for their own. I can't do anything else to keep her safe," he shrugged, attempting to appear sympathetic.

"Because you were doin such a great job before," Han replied sarcastically, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

"Whatever, man," Gaines responded indifferently. "All I can tell you is you better be gettin this shit together, and you better be doin it fast. She's number one on the shit list until you do, and even after that I can't make any promises."

Han sighed angrily. "This is bullshit."

Gaines chuckled, shrugging again. "Maybe you shoulda kept a better eye on your bitch and a better handle on your temper, playa," he suggested as he backed toward the Escalade. "I'd say you have about a week until the dogs descend. That's bout how long it'll be before the boys you fucked up'll see the rest of the crew."

"Yeah, whatever," Han replied shortly, finishing his trek to the cars.

Gaines climbed in the Escalade, which backed up to turn around. The passengers side window lowered as Han reached his car, and the Cuban called out. "And Han? If this deal doesn't go through, it's not gonna be good for you either. You might not wanna come back."

With that, the Cadillac sped off in the opposite direction. Han shook his head as he resumed his spot against his drivers seat. Brian spoke up first. "Should I send her somewhere?"

Han looked up, locking eyes with Dom. Dominic shrugged, his expression reflecting his consideration. Finally, Han replied. "Play it by ear. If it's bad enough that would be a good move."

Dom nodded, supporting Han's answer. "Right now," the muscular man began. "We should head back to the fort. It's not a good idea to leave the girls alone for long, even if Leon and Jesse are there."


Han's phone rang as he followed Dominic back to the Toretto house. He answered it quickly, anxiously awaiting any news from Neela.

"You owe me," she revealed immediately.

"I hope so," he replied casually, waiting for her to continue the story as he expertly navigated the car with one hand.

"It took a lot of convincing," she explained irritably. "But he's interested. He's taking the idea to his partners in the morning."

"Good," Han responded. "What did he want in return?" he asked, concerned.

"I have to come to dinner on Sunday," she grumbled. "With Takashi."

Han sighed. "Shit, Neela," he mumbled. "I'm sorry."

She mirrored his sigh. "It's okay," she replied. "I know you need this. Sean says you're lucky you're family, by the way."

Han chuckled. "Tell him to get my Gold Card out of the safe and take you shopping."

"Awesome," she replied happily.

"Thought you'd like that," he responded, amused. "Thanks again, Neela."

"You're welcome. I'll keep in touch."


"Haha, suck it, motherfucker," Jesse chattered as the TV screen showed Leon's avatar spatter animated blood all over the screen. Letty laughed and Mia made a grossed out noise.

Han smirked as he moved toward the couch, making enough room for the others to follow him inside. Lindsey was awake now, sipping on a YooHoo with her tanned legs crossed on the footrest. She looked up as he moved toward her and smiled. He smirked back, dropping gracefully onto the couch beside her and stealing her chocolate milk.

"Hey!" she protested, frowning at him.

He grinned through his swig of the beverage, raising the glass. "You owe me, remember?"

She rolled her eyes, but her smile betrayed her. "Yeah, whatever," she replied sassily, settling back into the cushions. Tilting her head to look at him closer, she asked, "So how'd it go?"

"How did what go?" he evaded easily, handing her back the glass bottle. She glared at him. He smirked. "It was fine, don't get an attitude."

She wrinkled her brow thoughtfully, pausing to take a drink. "Can I go back to the apartment now?"

He exhaled, almost a laugh but not quite. Trust her to ask the perfect question. "No," he denied, shaking his head. She leaned her head on the back of the couch, frowning worriedly as she turned her head to look at him. He cocked his head as well, leaving his face inches from hers. "You're stayin here for a while, we all are," he explained gently.

She sighed dramatically, raising her blue eyes to the ceiling. "Fine. Can I go get my shit?"

"Tomorrow," he promised, grinning.

She raised a brow. "Does that mean I don't have to go to school?"

He glanced at her cunningly. "C'mon, girl, don't you know you have the flu?"

She giggled. "I forgot," she replied nonchalantly.

He smirked again, but Dom's deep voice interrupted the conversation. Han glanced up; the muscular leader of the group had one of his thick arms around Letty's neck, and she had an arm around his waist. They were standing at the bottom of the stairs. "Han, your old room is still free. Lindz, you can bunk with Mia if you want. Brian… just find somewhere to sleep."

Light laughter echoed through the room as Brian's face contorted to a surprised, irritated expression. The couple bid the rest of the team goodnight then climbed the stairs, and Lindsey turned to Han. "You lived here?"

"For a little while," he replied casually, stealing her YooHoo again.

"You've got to stop doin that," she mumbled, then continued. "Before or after Tokyo?"

"Before," he answered. She frowned deeply, crossing her arms and waiting for him to finish with her drink. He bobbed an eyebrow at her expression. "What?"

She shrugged. "You're like… impossible to figure out and it's frustrating," she explained. He looked at her bemusedly, and she sighed. "You give vague answers to every question I ask, and you never explain anything in detail. It's like you don't want me to know anything about you."

His brows furrowed and he shrugged. "I told you, details are irrelevant. I'm here now and that's what matters."

She sighed, shaking her head. "Yeah, I guess. But you can't always leave the past behind you, Han. Sometimes it catches up with you."

She popped the footrest back down and climbed from the couch before he was even sure of what she was doing, then made her way up the stairs. Han watched her go, admiring as her hips moved under her thin skirt. He sighed then, heading toward his basement bedroom, exhausted.


Only a few short hours later, Lindsey climbed down the basement stairs softly and came to stop in front of a closed door. She hesitated for a moment, then knocked firmly. A moment passed, and she distinctly heard a deep, grumbling "What?" from the other side of the door.

Smirking, she tried the door handle. It was unlocked, so she pushed it open, slipping inside the dimly lit room. The only light came from a small, rectangular window near the ceiling to the right. The room was sparsely furnished, holding only a dresser, a nightstand, and a full sized bed. A familiar hoody, tee shirt, and pair of jeans were slung over the dresser. A phone, a set of car keys, some gum, and a wallet were on the nightstand.

Han was laying on his back, one arm curled under the pillow his head rested on and the other splayed across his abs. The sheet covered his lower body, perfectly aligning with the waistband of his black boxers. Lindsey 's eyes took in his lithe, toned body; how his muscles moved under his golden skin as he shifted, how his chest rose and fell as he breathed. His bicep swelled under his head as he cradled the pillow. His face was peaceful, his small mouth closed, his full lips set in a soft line. His eyelids were cracked in his half-awake state, and his perfect black hair was just a little mussed from his time in bed. He was gorgeous.

She blinked and shook her head a little, then padded her way over to the bed. "Han, it's time to wake up," she said softly and sweetly.

His brows furrowed and he sighed sleepily, his gently slanting eyes opening slowly. He looked at her, his eyes traveling down her tight tank top and tiny shorts clad body. Mia's stuff from a few years ago didn't cover that much. A lazy smirk formed on his face as he mumbled "Morning," lowly and suggestively.

Lindsey grinned. So Han even woke up flirtatious? Maybe he was naturally like that… Or maybe he was just horny. Forcing her mind back to business, she replied. "Mornin. Mia made breakfast, said if you didn't hurry up Vince would eat it all."

He shrugged half-heartedly, pulling the covers up further and settling back into the bed. His eyes dropped closed and she knew it would only be a second before he drifted off again. Shaking her head and giggling softly, moved closer to the bed. "Don't go back to sleep," she said, amused.

He ignored her, so she knelt on the bed and moved to shake him a little. Without even opening his eyes, he caught her wrist with his left hand. His right arm wrapped around her ribcage, and he pulled her over and into the bed. She cried out in surprise as she moved through the air, landing in the tangle of covers next to him. He was pressed gently against her side, and his face was only inches from hers. He smirked.

She rolled her eyes, but snuggled into the bed anyway. As she shifted, her body moved against his deliciously. She sighed softly. "I'm never gonna get back to sleep."

He snickered. "Neither will I, if you don't shut up."

She frowned. "That's not nice," she mumbled, jabbing him in the ribs.

He made a soft noise of discontent. "Neither was that," he countered. "Keep your hands to yourself, girl," he ordered.

She let out a snigger. "I don't wanna hear it," she replied. "Your hands pulled me into your bed. If anybody's a little grabby here it's you," she teased.

He smirked, opening his eyes. "Don't act like you don't wanna be here."

She looked at him arrogantly. "If I wanted to be in your bed I already woulda been," she replied flirtatiously.

His eyes darkened. "You think?" he asked casually.

"I know you do," she answered immediately, gazing at him challengingly.

He smirked. "Maybe," he replied, dragging his hot gaze down her body again. She bit the inside of her lip as her cheeks heated up. "But I'm not sure you could handle being in my bed, little girl," he explained seductively, his low voice dripping suggestions.

She smirked as her body melted, well aware that she was flushed and probably breathing unevenly. But dayum, this man knew how to turn a girl on. "I'm not so little, Han," she denied finally, meeting his gaze defiantly.

"Yeah?" he asked nonchalantly. "Good, cause I'm not either," he added, almost in a growl.

Lindsey's eyebrows arched gracefully as her mind reeled, searching for a reply in vain. He smirked arrogantly, and Mia's voice drifted down the stairs. "Hello? You two better get up here and help me!"

Lindsey hopped up instantly, calling back, "Comin, Mia!"

Han chuckled lowly at her word choice from the bed. "Oh shut up," she tossed over shoulder, rolling her eyes.


He watched her go, still smirking in amusement, then reached for his jeans. This was getting dangerous.

He had some weird fascination with the girl. Ever since she arrived in L.A. a few weeks ago, he'd been drawn to her. She was smart, witty, beautiful, and different from all the other girls that chased him around. Granted, she was entirely too reckless and more than a little stubborn, but she was an adrenaline junkie; they were all like that. However, she was only seventeen and he didn't do schoolgirls. She wasn't a casual relationship kind of girl. Brian and the rest of the team were way too protective to even give Han a chance with her, anyway, much less watch him fuck it all up.

He, on the other hand, was definitely a casual relationship kind of guy. He didn't want a girl; he was having fun. Maybe in a few years he'd be more open to a relationship, but right now? Why buy the whole cable package when you get all the best channels for free? He was easily distracted, and he wasn't at all used to turning down attractive women. Look at what happened last night, for Christ's sake. He had his fun with Sam, put off the priority, and almost let Lindsey…

He just wasn't a strong enough man to keep a steady relationship. Anyway, he just liked to flirt with the girl… he was a little infatuated. He was gonna have to make sure he kept a little distance between himself and the Jailbait from now on. She was way too tempting, and he was already too attached.


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