my longest chapter since the first one. hella. also, you're about to meet some more OCs, but there's only two that actually have a big(ish) part to the story. definitely not as important as Vix or Ray, who you'll see later on in the story *finger guns*
anyways, enjoy and be sure to tell me what you think!
She hadn't felt this nervous in a while. Mykie swallowed, grip tight around the pistol in her hand. Her finger was nowhere near the trigger, and she desperately hoped that she wouldn't have to actually pull it anytime during this job.
"What's got your panties in a bunch?" Keys questioned, something odd in his voice that immediately had her on edge. She pushed it down, refusing to show anything outwardly about how nervous she was.
There was only one way to leave the small crew she had gotten stuck in, and according to them, that was in a body bag. That was nowhere in the plan for her, so she had gone to someone that would give her the help she needed. If she turned in her crew, she'd have her record cleared and be scot-free. She doubted it'd really work, but anything to get them off her back.
Roads, who was over six foot tall of pure muscle, was glaring at her. That wasn't new, so she ignored it as best as she could as she checked her watch.
The cops were supposed to show up before they went on with the job, and they were nowhere to be seen with five minutes before it all went down.
"They won't be here anytime soon," Twist said, picking at her nails in a bored manner. She glanced up, watching as every muscle in the blonde's body tensed. "Keys hacked the cameras when you surrendered yourself and struck the deal. I thought we were friends, Zip?"
The way she said it had Mykie's skin crawling. She struggled to come up with the words, glancing at Mona, who had been her closest friend since she joined. The woman had known that she was trying to get out, so she didn't look surprised to hear about Mykie's betrayal.
"I—" she took in the surrounding area, the possible exits, who was closest to her. Keys was. While he was the best in the group, he was the lankiest and one with the least muscle on him. She grabbed him, yanking him to her chest and placing the tip of the gun against his head. "Let me leave and I won't put a bullet through his skull."
Twist scoffed, but her hand had gone to grab her own gun. "You're bluffing. Not once since you joined us have you actually killed someone."
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Roads stepping closer, fists clenched at his side. She tensed, finger hovering over the trigger as the barrel started to stray from the side of Keys' head. She knew, you shouldn't have your finger on the trigger unless you were absolutely sure you were going to shoot, but shit, she was desperate.
Before anything could happen, Roads suddenly dropped, a clean bullet hole through the center of his forehead.
Mykie was torn out of the memory when a delivery truck backed into the warehouse, jumping at the loud bang as the main doors were shut. Her heart was pounding, and her hands were clammy as she felt a spike of fear shoot through her. She forced it down, crossing her arms over her chest.
Brian looked at her, brows furrowed, but she just shook her head.
The door to the back of the truck opened and the woman from the night before was revealed.
Mykie sighed and rolled her eyes, arms dropping to her sides. "Figures it'd be her," she grumbled.
"Brian O'Conner, Michelle O'Conner, Roman Pearce, meet Monica Fuentes." Markham introduced, ignoring the older twin's cry of, "It's Mykie!"
Monica jumped down from the truck, barely glancing at the trio. "Do they have background on Verone?"
"They've been briefed."
"Good. Here's the deal," Monica started to explain. "Verone's looking for drivers. I've arranged for the three of you to join up and work for him. I've also hired some thugs, to you know, make it legit."
Mykie frowned, staring up at the woman with a glare. "When do we start?"
Monica turned her gaze to the blonde, studying her and looking none too impressed. Mykie sneered at her.
"Right now."
"What are we driving?" Roman questioned. He shifted from foot to foot, looking between Mykie and the agent in confusion.
Markham gestured behind them, and they all turned around to look.
The three cars were unveiled, and the three grinned. Obviously they were taken from racers, if the paint jobs were anything to go off of, and they were all itching to take a look under the hood.
For the twins, they almost looked familiar, something that had raced at one of Tej's before they even got started for the night.
"Oh hell yeah," Mykie commented, stepping up to run her hand over the hood of the black '91 Stealth. She opened the door and laughed loudly when she saw that it was a lambo, startling the few agents hanging around. "I love whoever had this before," she gushed, reaching down to pop the hood.
Roman walked up to a purple Spyder, tossing his bag into the back. "Don't even think about takin' the convertible. It might loosen your mousse," he teased Brian, watching the blonde walk over to the Evo.
"No, that's cool. That's too much chrome for me anyways," he grinned, crossing his arms as he leaned against the side of the car.
At the mention of chrome, Roman went to look at the rims on the tires. "Damn! Where you all confiscate these rims from, man?"
Mykie laughed at him, glancing at him from where she was bent over to take a look inside of her Stealth. With the amount of mods in it, she'd bet that it could beat the Skyline even if Brian was driving it. The work was familiar, and she could barely hold back the snort as she recognized Jimmy's touch to it.
Monica and Markham exchanged a few words before everyone was ready to go. "I'll ride with you, cowboy," she told Brian, opening the passenger door.
Immediately, Roman was complaining. He had been eyeing her since she hopped out of the truck, but it seemed she only had eyes for Brian. Of course. "Why she gotta ride with you?"
Mykie rolled her eyes while answering him, "You get the convertible. Let's get this over with already." She closed the hood, already excited to take a closer look at the computer work later with Jimmy. She doubted that Customs had left it alone, and wondered just how much tracking it was running.
They tore ass out of the Custom's building, with Brian in the lead, and Mykie stayed next to Roman as they drove behind him.
She had her radio on, the volume up at its maximum. The bass system was amazing in the car, her seat vibrating under her. She rolled down the windows, grinning at Roman while she danced in her seat. Her singing along was just a touch over obnoxious, if only to get a laugh out of the man.
In front of them, Brian suddenly sped up, leaving the two behind.
"What are you doin', Brian?" Roman questioned, shifting gears and speeding up as well.
Mykie followed easily, pulling up on Roman's right and stopping at the red light. "He did the 'stare and drive' on you, didn't he?" She scowled, roughly jerking her thumb to point behind her at Rome from where she was twisted in her seat to look at them. "He got that from him."
Roman scowled and ran the red light, signaling for Mykie to do the same.
Brian and Monica looked at her, but she just shrugged and followed. She ignored how the other woman had been laughing when they'd pulled up, because as much as she still wished he and Mia were together still, anything would be better than an agent. They were meant to be done with the law.
It was another few minutes before they made it to where they were meant to be. She didn't know where Monica had disappeared off to, but she knew that she didn't really care.
Mykie took her cowgirl hat off and tossed it aside before stepping out, ignoring the catcalls from the other racers. She looked at her brothers and rolled her eyes.
"Hey doll face, why not come over and hang out with us?" One of the racers called out, smirking at her as his friend made kissy faces at her.
Mykie arched a brow, eyes cold as ice as she stared at him from across the yard. "I will, as soon as you get a dick bigger than the size of my pinky."
The other racers oh'ed and laughed. The racer glared at her, flipping her off. "Bitch."
Mykie just smiled and pretended to blow him a kiss, smoothly switching to flipping him off as she took her hand away from her mouth. "Fuck you too, Fabio."
His friend decided to try his luck with the other two, calling out to Roman and Brian with a mocking grin on his face. "Hey, where did you get them cars, the bottom of a cereal box?"
Roman gave him a thumbs up, sarcastic smile on his face. "Eh! Real funny, Fonzie." His smile dropped, and he grumbled. "Ass."
Mykie patted him on the arm, smirking at the line of men across from them. They were trying to be intimidating, but it wasn't working. The only thing that mattered in this audition was how good of a driver you were, not how badass you tried to look.
Two men stepped out of the gates and one whistled sharply, gesturing for the racers to come in. They started walking, the trio standing side by side.
Brian looked between the two, trying to appear casual but there was a tenseness in his shoulders that Mykie could see. "Let's keep your mouths shut and follow my lead, alright?"
Mykie crossed her arms over her chest, looking up at her twin. "O 'ye of little faith, brother." She teased, giving him a crooked grin. He rolled her eyes, shoving her shoulder lightly.
Roman glowered, keeping his gaze straight ahead. "I got this."
"No, I'm serious now."
"Handle your business. I'll handle mine." Roman said lowly, fists clenched.
They were the last ones to get patted down. Roman made a snappish comment, telling the man to watch his hands when he got too close up on the thighs.
One of the men moved from Brian to Mykie, patting her down as well. More like felt her up, honestly. She glared at him and stomped on his foot when he grabbed at her ass with smirk. He grunted, stepping back and glaring at her.
The men from the gates stared hard at the trio, lips curled back. "Get in line." One ordered, the other snapping his fingers at them.
Mykie held back a scowl, stomping her way over to the rest of the group. They were led down a stone path, Roman and Brian flanking behind Mykie as the other racers tried to box them in.
Monica and Verone stepped out of the house, gaining everyone's attention. "Thank you for coming on such short notice," he started. "My red Ferrari was confiscated yesterday, and it sits in an impound lot in Little Haiti."
Mykie arched a brow, but didn't comment. Were they supposed to take back the car?
"The car isn't important. What is important is the package I left in the glove box. The first team back here with the package will have an opportunity to work for me."
"What, we gotta audition?" One of the racers snapped.
Verone barely spared the man a glance. "Nobody's got a gun to your head. That's it."
Monica held her hands out, addressing the group. "Driver's licenses. Pass 'em up." Mykie frowned and pulled out her wallet, passing up her license. "Before Christmas, guys."
One of the guards waved them off. "Go!"
They took off running, Mykie managing to get the lead from how small and agile she was. She all but dove into her car, pulling the keys out and starting it. They tore out of the yard, engines roaring loudly all around her.
Mykie, Brian, and Roman were in the front when they hit the highway. Brian, of course, was in the lead, with his sister right behind him, Roman behind her.
She reached over with a hand and flipped through the radio, trying to find a good station to listen to while driving. She settled on one, hand moving back to the wheel quick enough to jerk it so she could drive around a semi. "Shit!"
They swerved around traffic, the older blonde managing to do it more smoothly than the boys. Brian's nerves had to have been shot from suddenly pulled back into a case, otherwise he'd be driving a helluva lot better than he was now.
Even with months spent as the getaway driver for her old crew, really honing in her skills to weave in and out of traffic, Brian would still be the better driver than her.
Roman shifted gears and got side by side with the twins, right between them. He gave Brian the bird, face hard.
The twins laughed at him as they let him in front, squeezing between two semis.
"Smartass." Brian chuckled, getting in front of Mykie.
In the rearview, she saw one of the racers get stuck between the semis, smacking back and forth into their wheels as he struggled to gain control. Quickly, he was forced in front of the back tires on one, eventually going under.
She flinched, turning her attention back to the road. There's the first casualty. She doubted it'd be the last.
Brian sped ahead of Roman suddenly, jerking his car around into a 180 and driving backwards. He held his hand out of the window, flipping Roman off.
Mykie laughed, shifting gears and speeding passed both men as she used their antics to her advantage. As she passed Brian, she briefly heard him shout, "Oh shit!" as they approached the exit.
He spun back around, quickly gaining up on her. He tried to get passed her, but she swerved and blocked him every time.
"Ain't gonna pass me, bitch," she teased, despite him not being able to hear her. She reached out of the window and flipped him off, jerking the car again when she predicted him trying to get around her again.
They got to the boat docks and went around, trying to look for the cars. "C'mon, man..." She trailed off, going under a boat that someone was unloading. Brian followed behind her, Roman swerving around it once it got too low.
They took a few turns before coming up to the impound lot. She grinned, slamming on the brakes and barely remembering to put it in park before she was jumping out.
Roman took his shirt off and wrapped it around his fist. He smashed the window, glass flying everywhere.
Mykie blinked at him, and, without taking her eyes off of him, reached over and pulled the door handle. It was unlocked.
"That was totally unnecessary," she informed him, climbing into the driver's seat. Glass dug into the back of her thighs, making her regret wearing shorts, but she ignored it and started looking for the special package.
"Look in the center." Roman told her, and she turned around, pulling the center open. Inside was an orange package. She grinned and took it out, holding it out for the boys to see.
"Hell yeah." She got out of the car, carefully brushing the pieces of glass from her legs.
Brian smirked, nudging Roman's shoulder. "Put your blouse back on and let's go, Rome."
He barked out a sarcastic laugh, unwinding his shirt from around his fist. Mykie just smiled at him and tucked the package into the back of her shorts. "Hater," he grumbled at Brian, pulling his shirt back on.
The three other racers pulled up, stopping in front of them. Mykie cursed, hand going to hover over the package. No way could they risk them getting it and ruining the whole operation.
Before anyone could make a move, the feds showed up. Squinting, Mykie saw that it was Markham and Dunn. She grit her teeth, stepping towards her car to make a quick getaway. What the hell were they doing here?! Were they trying to get their cover blown?
"Roman, no!" Brian shouted and Mykie jumped as shots were fired behind her, aimed at the agents.
"What the fuck, Roman?!" She shouted, getting into her car. She got no reply as the man jumped into his car.
The three took off, leaving the other racers behind.
Back at Verone's home, they were running background checks on everyone. Roman's profile was the first on screen. "What do we got?" Carter mumbled to himself as he scanned the file; nothing major besides serving three years for possession of illegal cars. "That's good. Show me his partners."
Monica pulled up Brian's file. "Juvie record for popping cars. Two years in J.D., then another year for aiding and abetting an armed robbery. He's clean. Dirty, but clean." She informed him.
"And the girl?"
Mykie's profile was pulled up, looking a little longer and much more detailed than the two men's. "Juvie record for popping cars as well. Grand theft auto, three accounts of assault -two against police officers-, illegal possession of undocumented firearms, aiding and abetting three armed robbery… She's definitely more trouble than the other two."
Verone hummed in thought, eyes narrowed at the screen. "Interesting..."
The trio pulled up to the mansion, stepping out of their cars. Verone and Monica were outside, already waiting for them.
Mykie was in front, pulling the package out of her back pocket. She held it out to Verone, leveling him with a hard stare. Brian flanked her, Roman staying behind and leaning against his car.
Verone stared at her for a moment before silently taking the package with a smirk. It only widened when he noticed the shiver she couldn't completely suppress.
"Hey, man, you got somethin' to eat up in there? We hungry," Roman drawled, arms crossed over his chest.
Mykie couldn't resist making a comment. "You're always hungry, Rome. Got a bottomless pit in your stomach."
Verone hummed, turning on his heel. He put a hand on Monica's arm, looking down at her. "Sit 'em by the pool," he said, before walking away.
Monica frowned at the trio, unamused. "Nice. Come on." She sharply turned on her heel and started leading the way.
Mykie glanced back at the two men and shrugged, following behind the woman.
Beside her, she heard her twin let out an appreciative hum. Both her and Roman glanced at him, the former rolling her eyes as she caught his gaze firmly on Monica's ass.
"What you checking her out for?" Roman snapped, keeping his voice low.
Brian looked at him, immediately denying it. "I'm not checking her out."
Mykie snorted, slipping her hands inside her pockets. "That's the biggest load of bullshit I've heard come out of your mouth in a while." He glared at her, but she just stared back at him blankly.
They were led to a table, waiting for the others to arrive before sitting down. "Yes, you were." Roman said quietly, still not done with the subject.
Brian crossed his arms over his chest. "No I wasn't."
"I seen you checkin' her out, man."
"Okay, I was. Now shut up."
"You shut up. Don't tell me to shut up."
Mykie looked up at the sky with a sigh, wondering just how she got stuck with these two idiots.
Monica walked up, looking at the three. The older twin just looked outright done with the two men, bringing an amused smile out of her. "Both you girlies shut up. Unbelievable." She sat down in the chair next to Mykie's, across from the boys.
"This is what I had to deal with for years growing up," Mykie told her, sitting down as well. "You'd think after so many, I'd learn how to deal with their bullshit." She grinned, ignoring the men's cries of outrage
Monica smirked at her, raising her glass and taking a sip. She'd just picked up a grape when Roman decided to make a comment.
"You sure are cozy in this big ol' mansion. Sleepin' with the enemy."
Monica just continued smiling, looking over as Verone approached.
Mykie kicked him harshly under the table, giving him a sharp glare before schooling her expression. She leaned over, smiling at Verone as he got closer. "Is he at least good in bed?" She whispered, smile widening when the other woman gave a small nod. She laughed, leaning back in her chair.
"No, no. Sit down." Verone commanded when Brian started to get up.
The blonde sat back down in his chair, watching the man. "Nice Ferrari you got in the driveway," Brian complemented, gesturing with his hand.
Verone smiled and grabbed the package from the table. "I'm glad you like it." He opened the package, dumping its contents out. Mykie's smile fell, catching what was inside. Verone opened the cigar holder, pulling the cigar out with his teeth.
She couldn't help but snap at him, "We did all that for a damn cigar?"
"No," the man shook his head, pulling the cigar from between his teeth. He pointed at the trio, face stern. "You did all that for a job. Do you really think that I would let somebody impound my car?" He questioned, but none of them answered. "The boat yard's mine. Oh, by the way, you three owe me a gate. I'll just take it off your cut."
Roman barked out a laugh. "Off our cut..."
"Yeah." Verone stared at him, causing the man to look away.
"I like that."
"Good."
Mykie sighed, pulling a grape off of the vine and throwing it into her mouth. "What's this job you got for us, anyway?" She questioned, picking up her glass of water.
Verone jerked his chin up, starting to stand up. "Come with me."
She blinked at him, watching everyone else stand up. She slowly stood as well, reaching over and snapping off a vine of grapes. Roman and Brian stared at her. "What? I'm hungry." Brian sighed, but she ignored him.
Verone cracked a smirk, gesturing with his hand for them to follow him.
"The house has ears in it," he explained once they'd gotten to the stone path. "I have something I want you to carry from North Beach to the Keys."
"Okay," Mykie said, the same time Brian questioned what that 'something' was. She glared at his back, wishing he would shut up. Being that nosy could get you shot. A driver for cartels is just that, a driver. Doesn't matter what's inside, you just get it to the boss and hope not to die in the process.
"Just put in the car what I tell you to, drive it to me and don't let anyone stop you, understand?" Verone told him, glancing at the blonde.
Mykie spoke up from her spot next to Roman, "Yeah. Any chance of cop trouble?"
"No. I'm buying you a window of time, but it's not gonna be open very long." Mykie wondered how he got the window in the first place. "You make it, and I'll personally hand you 100Gs at the finish line."
"Make it 100Gs a piece, papi." Roman just had to open his mouth. Feeling the three's stares on him, he continued. "Look, man, obviously, your pockets ain't nervous." He reached forward, patting Verone's pocket.
The man hit his hand away, glaring at him. "Hey, hey! Don't ever touch me," he threatened, pointing a finger at Roman.
Roman stole a grape from Mykie, smirking at Verone. "Ours are empty. Like I said, we hungry."
Mykie put her hand on her forehead, looking up. "Jesus Christ," she mumbled, silently cursing Roman's stupidity. She sighed and dropped her hand as Verone turned around to look at them.
"I got an idea." He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. Mykie shifted, half not wanting to know what the idea was. "Why don't you three join us at the club a little later tonight?"
Monica smiled, "Yeah. Pearl at midnight?" she suggested.
"We'll get to know each other a little better."
Mykie really didn't like the smile on his face. "Alright, sounds good." She answered for them.
Verone held his hand out, Brian shaking it firmly. Roman and her just turned on their heels, starting to walk away.
"Hey, you!" Verone suddenly called out, stopping the trio. The twins turned around to look at him. "Your pockets aren't empty." Roman cursed lowly. "I'll take my cutter back."
Mykie and Brian frowned, not knowing what he was talking about. But it was quickly answered when Roman stepped passed them to walk back to the man.
"Idiot." Mykie sighed, shaking her head.
"Stupid ass." Brian mumbled, throwing his arm around his sister's shoulders.
Roman took the cutter out of his pocket, holding it out. "Hey, man, I figured you had, like, twelve or thirteen..."
Verone snatched it out of his hands. "You're not too bright, are you? Just get out of here."
They walked away, going back to where they'd parked their cars. Mykie was trailing behind them, watching her brother wrap Roman in a headlock. "Same old Rome, doin' the same old stupid shit," he snapped. Roman threw his arm off from around him, grumbling. "What, runnin' your mouth? Insultin' people? Stealin' Verone's shit?"
"Think I'm gonna let somebody stare me down?" Roman snapped back. "I didn't let nobody stare me down in jail, homeboy. Think I'm gonna let it fly on a beach? 'And you, I'll take my cutter back.'" He mocked Verone, lips curled back. "His rich ass."
"And you're packin'!" Brian snapped, hitting his chest.
"Like you two ain't!" Brian didn't say a word. "Exactly." Mykie looked at him, wondering how he knew that she was. "What, baby girl, didn't think I'd noticed the knife you got in your boots?" She smirked, shrugging her shoulders.
"Gotta protect myself somehow, Rome," she replied, holding her hands up.
Brian looked back at the two as he got to his car. "From here on out, I do the talkin'. You two can't do this job for shit."
"Looks like you wanna do a little more than that." Roman commented, opening the door to his car.
Brian glared at him over the roof of his car. "Oh, and what's that supposed to mean?"
Mykie shook her head, leveling her brother with a glare of her own. "Please, Bri. We all noticed how you looked at Monica. It means you always gettin' in trouble over a girl." She violently pulled open the door to her car, ready to get in. "It's obvious you have a thing for pretty brunettes." She snapped.
Brian glared at her and got into his car, slamming the door shut.
She followed, starting the car before the door was even fully shut. She sped off ahead of them, throwing up dust everywhere as her tires spun out.
They pulled up to Tej's Garage, parking and getting out. Mykie still felt a little irritation towards her brother, but her guilt over-weighed that. Mia was a low blow, and she knew it.
Sighing, she grabbed Brian's hand as soon as she was next to him, peering up at him from under the cowgirl hat that she had slipped back on during the drive over. "Sorry about saying the thing," she mumbled, looking down.
Brian wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side. "S'okay, Mykie."
"Man, what is this place?" Roman asked, looking around in awe.
Brian turned his attention to Roman, grinning. "Man, Tej's garage is ridiculous. He's got the best of everything. Snap-on tools. All these lifts are brand-new. They're only maybe a couple months old." They walked up to Jimmy, shaking hands. "Hey, yo, Jimmy."
Mykie smiled at the man, pulling him into a short hug. "What's up, man?"
"What up, Bulitt, Zip?" Jimmy greeted, hugging her back before pulling away to look at the other two.
Brian pointed to Roman, "That's Rome right there. When you get a second, I want you to check out the Evo, the Stealth, and the Spyder and make sure everything's copacetic."
Jimmy grinned. "Evo? Where'd you get an Evo from?"
Mykie shook her head, laughing quietly. "It's a long ass story, Jimmy."
"I got you, man." She nodded and clapped him on the shoulder, letting Brian drag her further into the garage.
"It's so hot and humid out here, I can't even wear no drawers." Roman complained, causing Mykie to roll her eyes.
"Tell me about it," Brian grinned, nodding in agreement.
"Look at all this potential out here." Roman commented. Tej was having one of his water race's, people on jet skis racing around. Women were dancing, some playing around in the kiddy pools.
Mykie shook her head and pulled herself out of Brian's grip, walking up to stand behind Suki's chair.
"Hey, doll face." She wrapped her arms around her neck, leaning over the chair and pulling her into a short kiss. Despite the constant flirting between her and Tej, and the not-really-but-really dating between the two, she liked to share a kiss or two with her friends. "How you doin'?"
"What's up, Mykie?" Suki grinned, looking up from the sketchbook in her lap.
"Showing an old friend around," the blonde answered, running her hand through the woman's hair. "Tej been distracting himself all damn day since we ditched?"
Ever since Tej found out why her and Brian were on the run, he had been protective of the two. They didn't need to worry about the cops when it came to racing; Tej had enough from his years on the circuit, invested in things like the garage and renting out the boat houses, and tipped off the Miami PD to stay away from them as long as they weren't a danger to anyone else on the roads. It was why they used road blockers when they raced, and why there hasn't even been so much as a patrol cop around when they hit it off.
Suki sighed, setting her pencil down to focus on Mykie. She leaned into the blonde's hand, which was still petting her. "Yeah. He's been worried, especially since neither of you two know how to answer your damn phones."
"Mine was left in the garage," Mykie pointed out. "And Brian's got fried last night when we got caught up in some shit."
"What kind of shit?" Suki frowned. "You know we'll help out however we can."
Mykie leaned down, pressing a kiss to the woman's forehead. "Thanks for the offer, baby girl, but I'd like to keep you guys as far away from it as possible." There was no chance in hell she'd get them caught up in Verone's web.
Brian and Roman walked up to meet everyone else once they were done talking. Tej was shouting into a megaphone, hollering at the racers.
"Hey, Tej Parker, Roman Pearce. I've known this dude since we were kids, man." Brian introduced. The two men bumped fists. "And Rome, Tej is the man to know in Miami. He's got his finger in absolutely everything."
Mykie made a face. "Bri, don't say that again. You made it sound weird." Brian rolled his eyes, ignoring the comment. She turned, fake coughing into her fist. "Especially with the shit y'all have gotten into."
He leaned down, pulling Suki into a short hug. He glared at Mykie over her shoulder. "We agreed not to talk about that again, like ever." They had gotten way too drunk, and Brian was pretty enough for Tej to start flirting, especially since he was starting to grow his hair out.
"What's goin' on, Suki?" He asked, pulling away to look at the sketchpad in her lap.
Suki smiled up at him. "What's up, baby?"
He gestured to the drawing. "What's this? Whose car is it going on?"
Suki flipped it around so he could see it right side up. "It's a work in progress, so it's not finished yet."
Roman whistled from where he had been creeping on the conversation, peeking over Brian's shoulder. "Shit, girl, you got some skills."
She smiled at him, and they started to get into it. Suki flipped the pages of the book, showing him her other work.
Mykie slipped away to go talk to Tej, who was sitting down to watch the second jet-ski race. She wrapped her arms around him from behind similar to Suki, but he was bold enough to pull her around and into his lap. She laughed, carefully avoiding his bad leg. "Sorry we didn't get in touch for the last two days, shit happened."
"Shit always seems to happen around you two," Tej complained, wrapping an arm around her waist. "I just need to fuckin' chip you two at this point."
They got a few looks, since it'd take a newcomer to not know about the thing between him and Suki, but eventually people went back to their own business.
Mykie actually considered it for a second. "Honestly? It'd probably come in handy."
Tej shook his head, laughing at her as he nudged her in the ribs. "Shit, no. I'm not gonna chip you like a bunch of dogs."
"I mean, I can be pretty bitchy," she joked, grinning when he started to laugh loudly. "And Brian is basically a golden retriever when he's happy, let's be real."
It was a few minutes later, after they'd talked and gotten Roman a place to stay, that they went back to talk to Jimmy. All three hoods of the cars were popped up, leaving the engines out on display.
"What's up, Jimmy? So you ever seen anything like this before?" Brian asked, gesturing to his car.
Jimmy shook his head. "Nah. All three of them are wired up like I never seen before." He frowned, crossing his arms over his chest.
Mykie shifted, standing up straighter. "Dammit," she cursed, because of course she had to be right.
Brian groaned as it dawned on him. "They got us wired with GPS. That's why Markham knew we were gonna be at that impound lot."
They walked over to Roman's car, where Jimmy had gone to search, bent overlooking inside.
"Shit, Jimmy," Mykie shook her head with a huff. "You're the best when it comes to this, any chance you could take this shit out?"
Jimmy shook his head. "I'll try, but this ain't LoJack. The DIS Box, the engine management system, hell, the main harness... The GPS is spidered into all of that." He looked at Mykie, brows furrowed. "Is Nadia still in town? Maybe she could help." She was young, but getting pretty damn close to Jimmy's level when it came to a car. Plus, a second perspective wouldn't hurt.
Tej and Suki walked up, looking at the cars. "Hey, tell me somethin', man," Tej started to say. "Where the hell is the Skyline? Or where the hell have you two been for the last two days?" Neither of the twins answered him. "Or where these rides even came from?"
"Not really," Mykie answered, face twisting up.
"They're hot." Suki complimented, grinning and leaning to take a look inside the Spyder.
Jimmy spoke up, scowling at the cars. "Yeah, they're hot alright. They wired so hot that whoever's trackin' these things will know every time you don't wear your seat belt."
Everyone looked at the twins, wondering what they would do about it. The blondes looked at each other, having their own silent conversation. Mykie raised an eyebrow up at her brother, and he gave a small nod before turning back to the group. "Alright, Jimmy, just do what you can do, bro."
The man nodded, "I got you."
"Thanks, Jimmy." Mykie told him, giving him a smile. "I'll call up Nadia, try and see where she's at."
As the trio from Barstow were walking away, Mykie heard Tej comment on the cars. "Man, we need to get these on the street as soon as possible."
She shook her head, a small smile on her face. At least he had a couple of cars to focus on so he wouldn't worry about the twins.
Brian stopped, looking at Roman. "Hey, bro, check it out. You see that Cadillac across the street over there?"
Mykie glanced over and saw the car her brother was talking about. Verone's goons were sitting inside.
"Yeah," Roman said and Mykie nodded in agreement.
"They've been on us since we left Verone's house." Brian informed the two.
Mykie grinned and looked up at the two. "I got an idea..."
She approached the car a few minutes later, plastic spray bottle full of 99% alcohol and rag in hand. She smiled at the two inside, plastering on every bit of charm she had. "I'mma just clean your windows, okay babes?" Mykie started spraying the windshield, bending over and doing a half assed job of wiping it off.
"What the hell are you doing?" The driver demanded, and the two started to get out of the car.
Mykie's smile fell, and she took a step back, twisting the cap off and tossing it onto the hood. She pulled a lighter out of her pocket, snarling at the two. "Kiss my ass, putos." She snapped, tossing the lighter onto the windshield.
It immediately burst into flames, the alcohol catching fire. She turned on her heel and ran to the street, where Brian was pulling up in the Evo. She pulled open the door and jumped in, Brian taking off before she even finished fully closing the door.
"That was awesome, baby girl!" Roman laughed, turning around in his seat to look at her.
She grinned, leaning back in her seat. "They'll be occupied for a while. Let's go, Bri."
ahhhh i'm so hype for the next chapter that you get two in the same week again. gotta rewrite a lot, same way i did this chapter when moving it to the doc manager, but i am excite. i have at least up until chapter eighteen done for the most part, but i finally figured out the ending to this and have to go back and rework some stuff. updates may take longer because of that.
don't forget to tell me what you thought! i might not reply, but i love every review dearly. also, don't be afraid to ask about mykie or anything like that while you're at it. i want to gush about it as much as you want to know!