Here we go chapter 11. sorry its been so long, college and whatnot
its not over yet though, still got some action left to be had. R&R thank you guys for the nice comments and support, y'all are really sweet and I'm having a lot of fun
I know this one is short, I'm sorry, but the next chapter is coming tomorrow
i don't own F&F
Dom pulled up to the race scene, followed by Brian. Exiting their cars they took in the scene. Racer chasers strutted up and down the strip, stopping to flirt with the racers lined up along the edge of the street. Dom looked over to Brian, smirking.
"Feels good to be home," Dom said with a wide grin. As they glanced around a tall, slender woman approached them, flanked by two men. She nodded towards Brian.
"You one of Park's guys, Blondie," she asked in an Israeli accent. Brian nodded and she turned her face to Dom. She bit at her bottom lip subtly giving him a once over. She flashed her eyes back up to his face. "And you," she asked Dom in a sultry voice.
"Looks like it," Dom said, crossing his arms.
"Follow me," she directed, leading them to the large complex. The elevator took them up several stories where it opened to reveal a man Brian recognized as Ramón Campos practicing his driving stroke on an above ground golf course.
Brian glanced at Dom who had his eyes narrowed, clearly thinking something he wasn't yet at liberty to say. They followed the slender woman to where other racers were lined up behind Campos and he addressed them between swings
"You all know why you're here. Good drivers… are a dime a dozen. And every corner's got a chingalera tuner racing for pinks. That's not what Braga's got me looking for," he grunted out with a swing of his golf club. "Braga wants someone that would sell their abuelita to be behind the wheel. Someone that drives their 10-second cars not in a straight line, but to push it… and make it through places no one else would take it. Real drivers, entiendes?"
Dom turned his gaze downward, subtly sizing up Campos. "So what are we hauling," he asked cockily.
"Oye, for the money Braga's paying, you don't need to know," Campos said.
"You just said you wanted real drivers," Dom retorted, "a real driver knows exactly what's in his car."
"Hijolé," Campos chuckled, taking a swig from his beer.
One of the men seated near Campos looked at Dom suspiciously.
"Ey, man," he said hotly, staring at Dom, "you ain't gotta race, guey."
Dom held his gaze, his expression hardening. "Thought I was talkin' to the boss," Dom growled at him. The man met his stare with hostility, beginning to rise from his seat.
Campos placed a hand on his shoulder. "Manny," he said, "calmate." Manny maintained an aggressive eye contact with Dom as he slowly lowered himself again to his seat.
"Papí," Campos addressed Dom, maintaining his cool, "my job is to find the best drivers. Period. Whoever wins the race gets the info. Cool?"
Dom looked away from Manny to give Campos a small smile. "Yeah, we're cool."
5 miles later and Dom crossed the finish line with Brian hot on his tail. Brian pretended to throw a fit about losing unfairly as Dom was met by Campos with congratulations. They dismissed Brian, directing him to cry to his mother, before taking Dom aside to get his prints and phone number.
"You work for Braga now," Campos told him with a smile and a clap on the shoulder. "When the GPS calls…you answer."
Campos stalked away, leaving Giselle to give Dom another flirtatious once-over before taking his number. He didn't respond to her advance but smiled politely, already anticipating being back home with Letty. As they parted Dom returned to his car to meet Brian at a rendezvous point.
Brian was standing outside already, leaning against his car with his laptop open. Dom assumed he must have been gathering more intel on their target, maybe on Campos. As Dom approached though, he saw that instead Brian was researching parts for his own engine.
"Gonna run Braga down yourself?" Dom asked, suspicious.
Brian chuckled, "Nah," he said and grinned back at Dom. "I'm just gettin ready to beat you straight up."
Dom gave Brian a cocky smile, intentionally trying to egg him on. "Haven't let that go, buster?"
Brian chuckled again. "Oh okay, we'll see, Dom. When this is all over. You and me, one mile. When I win..." Brian trailed off thinking about what he wanted as a prize. "When I win, I get your blessing," he said.
Dom narrowed his eyes at Brian. "My blessing," he said slowly in a questioning tone.
"Well," Brian explained, "either way, I'm gonna marry your sister. But when I win, I get your blessing. That way you can never treat me like that guy you didn't want in your family."
Dom laughed down at the ground and looked back up at Brian. "Gotta win first."
Brian shook his head at the ground, still smiling to himself. "Still have the device I gave you?" Brian asked. Dom nodded, touching his shirt pocket. "Alright," Brian said, "Let's hit up that party then."
Dom walked up the stairs and entered the club where Campos had invited him to an after party. Don Omar's "Virtual Diva" blasted over the speakers and Dom took in the scene of people dancing, drinking, and playing pool. He approached the bar and ordered a Corona then looked out over the room again. Tucked away in a corner were Campos and the man he'd called Manny earlier. Campos spotted Dom across the room and waved a hand, beckoning him to join.
As Dom sat he was greeted with Manny's hard glare. Dom gave him a curt nod before turning his attention to Campos. "That was some good driving," Campos praised Dom before pulling from his own beer.
"I know my way around a track or two," Dom said with a level voice, "especially one that ain't legal," he said taking a sip of his corona.
Campos chuckled, more annoyed than amused by Dom's arrogance but never one to not keep his cool. "Good," he replied, "caus nothing about this is gonna be legal, feel me?" Campos asked with a devious smile. "And you're wanted by a lotta people, homes."
"Yeah," Dom growled out with a smile. "But if I go down...I do time. I do real time. I don't know about your other drivers, but when I see lights flashing in my mirror…I don't stop."
Manny smirked at this, clearly unimpressed. Campos nodded, still smiling. He gulped the last of his drink down and stood to leave. "Enjoy the party. Club's yours, whatever you want. Booze, broads, it's all-good," he said and waved for Manny to follow him. Dom watched them walk away before standing to follow. He'd seen Campos disappear down a hallway and enter a door. Dom walked to the darkened hall, passing slowly between clumps of dancing girls. Dom walked down the hall and around the corner, following the wall until he was behind another door on the other side of the room. He peered through a crack in the door and spotted Campos, seated facing Manny. They were talking in hushed Spanish, permeated by an occasional chuckle until Campos' phone rang on the table. He craned his neck to see the name on the caller ID and smiled at Manny.
"This is the guy," he said, visibly eager to answer the call. "Braga," Campos answered into the phone. "The one and only," he said smiling at Manny. Manny and Dom both listened closely. "Yeah, it's very pure. You wont be disappointed….yeah, you can guarantee that, Mr. Barnes. I've got a bunch of new drivers, I'll have it to you within the week."
Dom stared through the crack in the door now, realization dawning on him. Campos is Braga, he thought and took a step back from the door, deciding his next move. Suddenly Manny was standing and leaving the room, saying something about another drink. Dom waited for the opposite door to close behind Manny. He found the tracker in his pocket and hit the button like Brian had instructed before bursting in the room through the door in front of him. He quickly shut the door behind him and was across the room in two bounds to lock the other door. Braga, caught off-guard, jumped in his seat before placing his drink down on the table.
"Oyé, Papi," he said, pointing a finger to Dom, "you ain't s'posed to be back here, what do you think you're-" but before he could finish his question Dom had grabbed him by his collar and was pinning him to the wall. "You're makin a big mistake, man," Braga grunted out, still keeping his cool. Dom's lip curled and his nostrils flared in fury.
"Letty Ortiz," he growled out slowly.
Braga chuckled. "That's what this is about, esé? She'd dead. Knew she was with the feds before she even ran the product. She was dead when she crossed the finish line," Braga said with a wicked smile. Dom slammed him into the mall again, pressing an arm against Braga's throat.
"That's where you're wrong," Dom growled out. "She's alive. And she's the only reason you're still breathin right now," Dom said, staring into Braga's eyes furiously.
"What now then, big guy? You gonna get your revenge now, defend her honor, all that shit," Braga questioned, egging on Dom's temper.
Dom growled out, "I wanted to kill you and everyone who was involved that night. But you ain't gettin out easy. Youre gonna pay for what you did to her."
As Dom finished the door handle turned but didn't open. There was a knock at the door. "Braga!" Manny called from the other side.
"Manny!" Braga called, "He's heat! Heat's comin!"
The door shook as Manny desperately tried to break the door down. Dom looked over the door that was surely soon to give but then he heard Brian's voice at the other door.
"Police!" Brian called and kicked down the door at the same time that Manny was finally breaking through the other. Police in full combat gear stormed the room, apprehending Braga and cuffing him. Manny stopped in his tracks just in time to turn and run. Brian motioned towards Manny
"Don't let him get away," he ordered and two officers went running after him.
Dom could hear the club being deserted, partygoers sprinting away from the police, peeling off before they got caught up in the arrests. Brian approached Dom who was standing near where two officers shouldered Braga. "That guy was Braga," he asked Dom, referring to Manny.
"Nah," Dom shook his head and gave Braga a disgusted look, "this is Braga. Callin the shots, hiding behind a fake name. Pussy," Dom spat out before turning to leave. He realized in that moment how exhausted he felt. Brian followed him, more excited and energized.
"We did it Dom. You're gonna be free. You know, the chief is even talking about cutting you a check for your help," Brian chattered, energized by the victory.
Dom simply nodded, still looking at the floor.
"Take me home," Dom said, too tired to try to get excited like Brian. "I just wanna get back to Letty."
