Blurred Lines: The Fast and the Furious Remake
Rated: M (mostly for language and bothersome situations – although I promise it won't be too intense.)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Chapter 24
Alyssa had woken Dom up that morning by poking him repeatedly, until he threatened her with physical violence – maybe she was a little antsy. She had shoved Dominic out of the room and he went to take a shower as she jumped on the bed with Letty and settled the puppies in bed with her. Letty had turned to look at her sleepily and propped herself up with an elbow, "I have a doctor's appointment in three weeks – to find out the sex of the baby", she said seriously. "It would be nice if he was alive and back here by then."
Alyssa bit her bottom lip, "Point taken", she said nodding. "Don't stress, okay? Keep an eye on these crazies for us", she said affectionately, rolling Riley back and forth on her back on the bed. She crawled off the bed, dropping a kiss on Letty's forehead, "We'll be back, Let. Take care of yourself – and Peanut", she said pointing at Letty's slightly rounded stomach. "I gotta go make sure Brian got his ass out of bed. See you when we get back. Dom will be in after he's done in the bathroom." And then she left.
She ran into Brian in the hallway, "Oh, good, you're up", she whispered.
"Oh, please", he grumbled. "I know better than to piss you off when we go off on a mission."
"Why so cranky, Blondie?" Alyssa asked tilting her head curiously.
He studied her momentarily, "Dom in the shower?" he asked wryly.
Alyssa raised an eyebrow, "Yeah, why?"
"I was too – until I froze my ass", he complained.
She giggled, letting her head fall on his shoulder, "I'm sorry", she snickered. Brian snorted at her, and she weaved an arm through his. "Come on", she said conspiratorially, "Let's drink all the coffee before Dom comes down", Alyssa murmured pulling them towards the stairs.
Brian just groaned, but grabbed his sports bag and followed her down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Mmm, coffee", he muttered appreciatively as they poured cups and sat at the table. Alyssa only moved to get the bagel she had popped into the toaster and then curled back up in her chair and nibbled at it and nursed her coffee.
Dom entered the kitchen, his bag in hand, just as Brian was stealing the other half of Alyssa's bagel. "Dammit, you asshole, gimme my fucking bagel", she hissed, reaching over and trying to take it back.
Dominic rolled his eyes and went to the coffee machine, "Could you two act your age?" he muttered blandly, "In lower decibels, preferably."
"You never eat it anyways – I'm just taking it before it gets cold", Brian grumbled at her around a giant bite.
"Moron", Alyssa grumbled. She popped the last bite into her mouth and drained her remaining coffee. Alyssa went and got another cup and grabbed a banana from the fridge, whining when she bit into it, "It's cold."
"What'd you expect, dumbass", Brian teased. Alyssa flicked him off and sat back down.
"You guys ready to go after this?" Dom asked.
Brian nodded, "We just have to throw our shit in the cars – not that we have much. Princess packed light this time", he smirked at Alyssa.
She looked over at him innocently, "I pulled both of our cars into the front driveway earlier and relocked the garage. And I put new batteries in the two-way radios – yours is in the center console" Brian gave her a dirty look and then shrugged and nodded. He didn't really care if she drove his car – he drove hers enough. Alyssa laughed and stood up, putting her cup in the sink and throwing the banana peel away. "All my shit is already in the car", she said to Dom, "Just put your stuff in back. I have to run downstairs really quick, and then I'm ready." She went to the basement door without waiting for his nod.
Alyssa went into Vince's room silently and shook him awake cautiously. "What", he grumbled into the pillow.
"Vince, can you turn over and be coherent with me for a second?" she requested dryly.
"Fuck, what?" he complained gruffly, turning on his side to face her. "What are you doing down here, baby doll?"
She squatted down next to his face, "We're leaving", Alyssa said. "I need you to promise me you'll take care of Letty while we're gone", she said seriously. "Promise me", she repeated.
Vince studied her with an inscrutable look on his face, "Promise", he said finally.
She let out a relieved sigh, "Thank you." Alyssa stood up then, and dropped a kiss on his cheek, chuckling at the roughness of his beard against her face. She went to pull away then, but he grabbed her around the waist, and she barely got out a screech of indignation before he finished sucking on her neck. "Vincent Cavallo!" she complained incredulously when he let her go. "You fucker", she growled, rubbing at her neck.
Vince just chuckled, despite the fact that she had just full-named him. "See you when you get back, baby doll." He turned back over then, and fake snored until she stomped out of the room.
"Rat bastard", she snarled under her breath as she walked back into the kitchen.
Dom and Brian looked at her in surprise. "Who are you pissed at?" Brian ventured calmly.
"Vince", she grumbled irritatedly. "That asshole just gave me a hickey", Alyssa muttered moving her hand away from the spot cautiously. Brian took one look at the purple bruise and high-tailed it to his car, stifling a laugh. Alyssa rolled her eyes at his retreating form, staring him down as he stood leaning against his car facing her with a smirk firmly in place. "If he didn't want me sleeping with anyone he could have just said so", she sighed. Then she looked up and smirked, "That's how he used to try to keep me out of trouble at parties we'd go to – he figured guys would leave me alone if they thought I was with someone. Sadly, it worked more than half the time."
"Jesus", Dominic grumbled.
Alyssa whipped her head to look at him. "What?" she snapped.
"Why'd you go down there?" Dom wondered raising a curious eyebrow.
She bit her bottom lip thoughtfully, "To ask him to keep an eye on Letty while we were gone", she said honestly. "Something you would have done if you weren't still pissed at him", Alyssa murmured quietly. "Come on", she said finally, heading for the door, "We gotta get moving. We're on channel three, Brian", she said as they got in the cars. He gave her a thumbs up and they did a quick check before pulling out of the driveway and heading for the interstate.
The drive was long, nearly taking a day and a half. They had left early in the morning and didn't arrive at the hotel until seven-thirty the next night. She had told Brian about half an hour from the border – sometime around noon on the first day –to follow the usual procedure and stay a few cars behind hers, because she had called and found out that Chris was running the gate for the day shift.
Dominic's suspicious look had her sighing. "Dom, just sit there and do not under any circumstances open your mouth", she said seriously. "It's bad enough you're on the visible side of the car."
"Ya know, I'm kinda tired of you being so bossy", he muttered.
She reached over and swatted his head, "I'm cleaning up your mess, buddy, so watch it", she warned.
"Fucking bitch", Dom snarled at her.
"God, I forgot how much I hate road trips with you", she grumbled running a hand through her hair. "Once we cross the border and we're about half an hour away from here", she said, pulling into a long line of cars waiting to be let across, "we'll stop and get some lunch. Then I want to stop as little as possible until we get there tomorrow."
They sat for nearly ten minutes – long enough for Dom to get twitchy – before the car in front of them took it's turn at the gate. Alyssa picked up the radio and spoke to Brian, "You know the drill", she said quietly, "After this car goes through, I'll honk my horn and the camera will get shut off before I get to the window."
"Got it", Brian replied. Then he laughed, "Don't think I didn't notice that you're wearing another one of my shirts."
"Baby, this doesn't even fit you anymore", she said easily, looking down at the black and white Put-In Bay t-shirt. "That makes it mine."
"Heads up; it's your turn", Brian said.
Alyssa honked her horn three times, waited a beat, and then pulled up to the gate, "Let me know when you're across too", she murmured as a guard walked up to the car. "Hey, Chris!" she said brightly as he walked around to her side of the car.
The blonde haired man leaned into the car and kissed her cheek, "Causing more trouble?" he said knowingly.
"Who me?" she said innocently, "Never."
"Gimme your license so I can say that I saw it", he laughed, holding a hand out.
"Gotta at least pretend to play by the rules, huh?" she chuckled dropping it into his hand.
"Of course", he agreed lightly, handing it back to her after a cursory glance. "Now, you have a safe trip in the U. S., Miss", he said formally. "Stay out of trouble all by yourself."
Alyssa smirked, "Thanks, I'll do that. Brian's three cars back", she said quietly.
He nodded, "Alright, I'm on it", Chris said, hitting the top of her car with an open palm as he nodded to the gate keeper in the booth. The gate went up and she waved and pulled through. Twenty minutes later, the three of them stopped at a diner for a quick lunch and were off again as soon as they finished.
The drove through the heart of Seattle and finally got to the Crown Hotel and checked in. In the hotel elevator, Brian had simply raised an eyebrow at her and she had laughed and nodded. He hit the PH button that took them to the top floor. She insisted that they order room service for dinner and she was thankful that Brian had stopped Dom from arguing – he still apparently had issues with using her money.
Dom gave her an incredulous look when the elevator opened to what was practically a two-bedroom, split-level condo without a kitchen. And each room had its own bathroom and the medium-sized living room had a fifty-two inch television. "Is this really necessary?" he muttered flatly in her ear.
"Yup", she said vaguely, waiving him off. "Brian? Do you mind?" she asked honestly – thankful that she didn't have to finish the question.
He chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair, "Nah, go ahead", he gestured. "But I'm staying out of it", he muttered.
"No worries", Alyssa snickered. She ruffled his hair, "Thanks, Bri, you're the best. Let's put our stuff away and order dinner. Dom, you can put your stuff in there", she gestured to one of the bedrooms before heading to the opposite, and pulling Brian along behind her.
"What the hell?" Dom grumbled. Alyssa just laughed and dragged Brian into the bedroom and slammed the door behind them.
"Sure, let's piss him off now", Brian muttered.
"Wanna take the first shower?" she offered. "I can take mine while you order the food."
"Shower bribery", he complained. "Not fair."
Alyssa snorted, "Nope, just doing myself a favor. Go on", she insisted. "I'll unpack our stuff."
"Okay", Brian agreed. He grabbed a few items from his bag and a change of clothes and headed into the bathroom.
Alyssa dumped all of their things out onto the queen-sized bed into piles and was just hanging up the last of their clothes in the closet when Brian came back. He threw the towel at her that he had been using to scrub at his short hair and it hit the back of her head. "You look like a porcupine", she teased, turning around.
Brian had changed into another t-shirt and khaki board shorts. "Alright, your turn", he said, shooing her away. "And you still have a hickey", he pointed out.
She groaned. "Vince is a moron."
"Can't argue with that", he laughed. "Why the hell did he do that anyway?"
"Probably just to piss me off", she muttered. "He doesn't like it when he's the only one not getting laid. Get whatever you guys want", she said finally. "You know what I like from these places, so just pick something – and don't forget the beer. The mini fridge only has water and those tiny liquor bottles."
"Alright, fine" he chuckled. "Don't take forever."
"Scared of Dom?" she laughed outright, "Chicken".
"Hey!" Brian defended. "I'd rather not explain why you're rooming with me – he'll hit me."
"Not if you'd learn when to keep your mouth shut", Alyssa said knowingly.
"Bye bye", he insisted. She giggled and grabbed up her stuff and went into the bathroom. Brian grumbled in her general direction and headed back to the living room where Dom was breaking into the mini fridge. "She's taking a shower", Brian explained when Dom looked up. "Breaking out the hard liquor?"
"Got that right", Dom grumbled. "She and I in confined spaces – fucking hell, she's annoying."
Brian laughed at the unexpectedness of that statement. "Ladybug", he said simply. "Musical torture?" he questioned with a smirk.
"More bug than lady - 'I'm not your boyfriend, baby', my ass", Dom muttered disgustedly. "What the fuck kind of a song is that?"
"Oh, she didn't", Brian laughed.
"Awful taste in music", he grumbled, nodding as he downed something in a tiny bottle without reading the label. He made a disgusted face, "What the fuck was that?"
Brian glanced at the bottle and snorted, "Peppermint Schnapps", he said with amusement. Then he straightened slightly, knowing full well how his next statement would go over. "She said to call for room service and have them send up beer with dinner. So I'd stop drinking that stuff if I were you – or she will flip her shit. And as a warning: she's already getting twitchy."
Dom said nothing for a full minute, just giving Brian a calculating look. "How many times have you guys done this kind of shit?" he asked finally.
"Too many fucking times", Brian muttered. Then he shook his head and went to the coffee table and grabbed the kitchen menu. "C'mon, man, I don't know about you, but I'm starving."
Alyssa was out of the shower and in her pajamas – which Brian had laughed at, saying she was too old for the froggy pants she was wearing with a black halter top – before the food came. And by the time it did, they were all settled in a comfortable silence save for the music playing on the stereo system. Brian went to the door and opened it, letting in the kitchen bellhop with their trays of food. Alyssa groaned and pulled herself reluctantly up from the couch she had sprawled on as soon as Brian had gotten up, and grabbed some cash from her purse and tipped the man, saying thank you, and then he left.
Alyssa peaked under lids as her stomach growled and Brian and Dom joined her quest for their own food. "I never asked", she said to Brian, laughing, "What did you even order for me?"
Brian chuckled, finding his plate with garlic butter fettuccini and shrimp, "Sweet and sour chicken, pot stickers, and spring rolls", he answered.
Alyssa picked up the lid of the biggest hamburger she'd ever seen with a stack of waffle fries and passed it to Dom who put it on the coffee table and grabbed three Coronas and set them there too and sat at one end on the floor. She smirked at Brian, "You want my spring rolls, huh?"
"Just one", he muttered around a mouthful of noodles as he sat on the floor across the table from Dom.
She snickered, "Fine, but I get two of your shrimp – and you ain't touching my pot stickers."
"How do you two even get along?" Dom asked curiously, watching their interactions closely.
"Bargaining, bribery, and threats", Alyssa shrugged.
"You forgot blackmail", Brian said easily. "And we're usually just tolerantly annoyed with each other constantly, so it works fairly well."
"That too", she agreed. Alyssa used one of her chopsticks to spear one of Brian's shrimp and popped it into her mouth, "Yummy", she muttered.
Brian snatched his spring roll from her plate and took a bite, waited a few seconds, and then tapped her. When she looked up, she saw his mouth full of food and grimaced, "Yeah, that's sexy", she muttered dryly.
Brian swallowed over a laugh, "Yummy", he teased.
Alyssa smacked his knuckles lightly with her chopstick, "Idiot." She took a drink and then nudged him back, "Nick will be here in the morning", she said quietly.
Brian nodded. He had been expecting that since the last time they had talked. "Is he coming with us?"
She shook her head no, and looked over at Dom. "I asked him to stay here and come after us if we were gone too long without calling."
"I'm guessing you brought the artillery then", Brian stated.
"In my black bag", she said with a nod. "Okay – I'm gonna give you a run-down of tomorrow, because Marco is fairly predictable", she stated.
"What do you mean by predictable?" Dom asked seriously.
Alyssa smirked, "I bet I can give you a play-by-play of your meeting with him", she challenged.
Brian raised an eyebrow, only slightly skeptical, "You sure about that?"
"Well, for starters, Brian", she said, stopping to polish off her chicken and start in on her pot stickers which she dunked happily in Duck Sauce, Alyssa pointed a chopstick at him, "when you first called to meet with him about getting the passports, he told you to meet him here." She looked over for confirmation, and she continued at his nod. "Fifth floor, room twenty-three – and he told you to wear a suit."
"How the hell-"
Alyssa snickered, "I don't know how or why, Brian, but he owns the fifth floor for some reason. That room stays empty for all times except for when he uses it."
"Fuck", Brian muttered.
She shook her head, "I'll assume the meeting was after one o'clock, and he told you to wear a suit. And then when he opened the door and saw you, he had a less than pleasant look on his face – because you definitely aren't a suit type of person", Alyssa grinned and went for her other shrimp in his bowl.
Brian grimaced, "Something like that."
"And then after all the requirements were figured out and you signed the papers, he-" Alyssa stopped. "He- you- Christ Almighty, Brian, I am going to kill you", she said tightly.
"What's going on?" Dom demanded after a minute of them glaring at each other.
"You idiot", she continued, ignoring Dom. "Why didn't you tell me? I could have given you an idea about pricing beforehand if you would have called me. He knows. He's known for two years, Brian – maybe longer. Are you aware of how fucked I am right now?"
"Explain, now", Dominic ordered.
Alyssa growled irritatedly before looking over at him. "Marco makes everyone pay half up front before he'll even do anything. Which means he charged you more than three times his normal pricing."
"What does the fact that he screwed us over have to do with you?" Dom asked, narrowing his eyes at her.
"That he knows that I know you guys", she answered flatly, leaving out all the details, "And he expected I would get involved at some point. He's got his leverage, Brian", she sighed. "Nick was right; I don't have the option of saying no this time." She stood up silently and stacked her plates back on the trolley, and finished her Corona. "I'm going to bed", Alyssa said finally. "Don't stay up too late. We'll leave here by ten." She stopped outside the bedroom door and turned around. "Brian", she called softly, a thoughtful look on her face. She waited until he looked over at her, his face tense. "It would have happened eventually – it's really not your fault. I made a deal with the devil long before you did; it's okay." Then she grinned, "I'm not banning you to the couch. Night, guys." Then she was gone, the door closing behind her.
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A/N: Thanks for reading! The next chapter is already finished and will be posted soon. Review, review, review! (I love picking songs to annoy Dom with!)