AN- Piccola Bambi translates to little baby from Italian

Chapter 25

Mr. Fiorillo walked out the door without another word. Brian and Rome waited for them unleash Dom. Brian offered Dom a hand and helped his friend up.

"I thought you were dead," Rome said. Dom wiped his face with his shirt.

"So did I," Dom agreed. "You see some pretty scary guys on the streets, but Fiorillo takes the top spot."

"It's best to not keep him waiting," Geri reported. "Mr. Fiorillo is short of patience when he is not given the information he wants."

"Good to know," Brian replied. They walked out of the room and were led into another. Inside Mr. Fiorillo was hovered above Verone just like he had with Dom. Verone was strapped to a chair similar to what Dom was in. Mr. Fiorillo stood when he saw the group was in the room with him

"You stupid Mexican spic," Verone spat. "You think you can just cross me and get away with it. You just wait until I get rid of these wasps…" A gun shot was heard and Verone screamed in pain. Vito Fiorillo pressed the gun into Verone's kneecap where the older man had just shot him. Verone screamed louder.

"Told you he'd sing," Frankie reminded Rome as the Italian entered the room.

"Michelle?" Brian asked.

"She took a nap. A real nap not a tranquilizer nap." Frankie went to the table and grabbed the pliers. He held them up and got a nod from his Uncle. He walked towards Verone.

"What are you doing?" Verone demanded. "Don't screw with me. I kill you!"

"Shut up," Frankie ordered. He pulled Verone's head back and Geri skillfully shoved a cheek retractor into Verone's mouth so his mouth would stay open. Frankie snapped the pliers twice as a warning.

"My nephew is Frankie loves Peyton very much," Mr. Fiorillo informed Verone. "His younger brother is a year older than Peyton, but he took her to his Senior Prom as his date a few months ago. The two are very close friends you see, so naturally Frank is close with her too." Mr. Fiorillo looked Verone in the eye. "And if you don't let us know where she is I'm not going to feel responsible for what Frankie is about to do."

"Go for the molar," Rome advised. Verone gave Rome a dirty look. "Pay back for them rat bites you gave Peyton."

"What?" Mr. Fiorillo yelled. He ripped the retractor out of Verone's mouth and pulled his head back upright. "You used rat torture on my Piccola Bimba." He shot the gun again and fired near Verone's package. "I'll fucking shoot it off you rat ass bastard." Verone laughed between gasp.

"And if you do your not going to find Peyton before the poker game is over at the house," Verone told him. "Winner takes all of her." Mr. Fiorillo punched Verone across the face. The door opened and a man walked in.

"We got the address from the other guy," he told Mr. Fiorillo.

"I'll go," Dom offered. "They think I'm still dirty. I can get in and out of there before they realize what's wrong."

"That means there's no need for you to be alive," Mr. Fiorillo taunted Verone patting the drug lords face. "Geri!"

"Yes boss," she answered as Frankie handed her a gun.

"Take Toretto out through the tunnels. There's a car waiting for each of you up there. I want you back in the Bronx no later than eight am." Geri smiled.

"A new record awaits. Come on Toretto."

"I'll bring her back to Custom's if she doesn't need medical attention," Dom said to Brian. Brian nodded and the two left the room. Mr. Fiorillo looked at Brian and Rome.

"You know I can't let you walk out of here on your own," he told them. "Toretto taking the tunnels is one thing. O'Connor, you're a former officer."

"I can go catch up with Dom," Rome said heading to the door. One of the men moved in front of it.

"Think of it as catching up on your sleep," Frankie offered as his uncle pulled out the tranquilizer gun. "Just make sure you guys don't say anything about Geri."

"I'm going to kill Peyton when all this is over," Rome muttered as Mr. Fiorillo aimed the gun at him.

Peyton frantically ripped the dresser draws open searching for something to wear. She had found some cleaning supplies containing chloroform along with a rag. If she was going to make a break for it, she needed clothes.

"Finally," she sighed. She threw on the khaki shorts and pulled on the white wife beater. She decided to make herself look like a slut by squeezing her wet hair onto the front. She then pulled off her bra and pulled the tank up until it was right under the ending of her boobs. She tied it into a knot and looked at herself. She looked like she had just been in a wet t-shirt contest. She then went into the bathroom to pour the chloroform onto the rag and hid it beneath the bed pillows where she could reach it.

"I told you we're mine." Peyton looked to see it was the jerk who told her he was going to win. His eyes were undressing her. "What a prize." Peyton threw on a scared mask.

"I heard the more you fool around the less it hurts the first time," Peyton said almost in tears. "Can't you just say you did it and not do it." The man laughed.

"You're old enough to enjoy this." He reached for her and pulled her to him. She let out a gasp which made him grin. "You'll thank me when it takes you years to find a man who can fulfill you like I will." He pushed her face to his and they kissed. Peyton rolled her eyes when he went for her butt. She decided to take the lead and pushed him to the bed.

"Mommy taught me how to give a lap dance when I got my first boyfriend last month," she lied as she took off the shorts. Peyton was glad she had wore her lacey ones the other night thinking she would get somewhere with Dom. She put a knee on either side of and took off his shirt. She placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back. She grind her chest against his as she reached behind the pillow. There was a gunshot and she quickly shoved the rag over his face before he could react. When he was out, she broke the chair leg and hid behind the door as another shot filled the air. The door opened and she went to hit the person. Luckily the guy caught it before it hit him.

"You weren't taking prisoners, were you?" Dom questioned. Peyton let go of the wood. "Is he dead?"

"Just knocked out," Peyton told him as she grabbed the guy. "Give me a hand would you. What about the guys out there? Are they…"

"They were in-between me and you," Dom told her. They tossed the body in the bathroom and Peyton washed her hands. They then shut the door and locked the door shut. "What's with the wardrobe?"

"It got his attention diverted from what I was…" Dom's mouth was on hers before she could finish. She put her arms around his neck pulling herself closer. He pulled away.

"Peyton, Fiorillo told me about your first time." Peyton looked and Dom shocked.

"He's here?"

"With Frankie. Geri was here watching you the whole time."

"Son of a bitch, I thought that was her talking to Rome." Peyton searched Dom's face. "He has Verone doesn't he."

"Yea." Peyton sighed.

"Well at least I don't have to worry about Brian going after Verone. Who else did uncle Vito tell about my…."

"Brian and Rome were in the room. Fiorillo questioned the comment I made at the club." Peyton groaned and sat on the bed.

"Perfect. Now I have two explanations I owe Brian." Dom sat next to her. He placed his hands on his head stress.

"You should have seen his face when he learned we did it together." He looked at her. "I thought he would die. Peyton I can't do this to him. We can't do this to him." Peyton fought back the tears. After everything she hadn't cried about the past forty eight hours, she would not she would not break down and cry about this.

"So were done?" Dom looked at her with a defeated look.

"What else can we do?" Peyton gave him a sad smile.

"Nothing." She kissed him. "We say goodbye."

Peyton laid naked underneath the covers leaning her head on Dom's chest. He was flipping his phone ready to call Customs. Peyton knew he was savoring each moment just like she was. She tilted her head to look at him.

"We're still going to be friends, right?" He kissed her.

"Not right away. I need some time alone." Peyton sat up.

"Time for what. We're on a permit break and are just being friends." Dom reached for her but she pulled away.

"Peyton, I need time to learn that I can't be with you when I'm around you. This isn't easy for me." Peyton got out of the bed and started to dress. "Come on Peyton. Don't act like this."

"So I was just a temporary replacement for Letty, wasn't I?" He got out the bed and started to dress as well.

"Peyton you know it's not like that."

"Do I Dom?"

"Why are you being a bitch?" Peyton glared at him.

"I can't believe I slept with you. Twice no less." He stopped stun. Without thinking she went to the bathroom to splash water. She opened the door and was greeted by a gun shot. She fell backward as Dom got his gun. He fired two shots of his own and hit the guy in the head. Dom hit the speed dial for Dunn as he knelt by Peyton.

"I need an ambulance for Peyton," Dom yelled as Peyton coughed up the blood. He pulled off his shirt and applied pressure on her right shoulder where the bullet had hit her. "Peyton stay with me." She coughed up more blood.

"Tell Brian I'm sorry," she ordered.

"You'll be able to tell him yourself. Just hang on for a minute." Her sight started to get blurry.

"No regrets Dom," she told him as her eyes grew heavy. "No regrets about us." She heard her name before she gave into defeat. Her eyes closed and peace took over her face.

Is this Peyton's end? :&