New chapter time guys n gals. Shout out to my girl Tempest, thanks for beta'ing again girl, your a star. if you havent read them guys go read "Adrenaline" and "She's Bonnie" coz they're both brilliant, and they'll help with this. I also recommend "Tough but Tender" too, it's off the hook! Shout out toCheer, how you doing hun?
And a shout out to the other usual suspects, you know who you are. i also recommend " America's Fates" by Penning Fantasy, and "The Ultimate Betrayal" stories by Cheer, all great stories. Apologies for the opening lyric, i know its not very pg-13.Enjoy the chapter boys and girls!


Chapter 28: So Fuck Your Rules Man, Coz Here Comes My Passion, So Fuck Your Rules Man, Coz Here Comes My Love

Knight pulled the Trans-am over next to Becky's Eclipse, and checked out their competition. One of the car's was an RX-7 with flames on the sides, a black dragon winding through them, twisted into the shape of a letter 'E' whilst the other car was a Nissan, with the same black dragon on the side, this time twisting through lightning bolts, both cars bearing a black tulip on the hood. He didn't comment, instead getting out of the car and joining Becky –"How much?"

"Two G's each," the guy leaning against the RX-7 answered. Knight shrugged –"I'm in."

Becky grinned –"Good," and held up her cash. The other two drivers showed the colour of their money, and they organised the race. Becky was up first against the Nissan, with Karr and the RX-7 sat by the line, waiting for their partner to return. A blond girl in a race co-ordinator's outfit called the go, and the two cars took off. Knight frowned slightly as the Nissan quickly left the Eclipse behind, wondering what was going through Becky's head.

Becky swore to herself as the Eclipse faltered off the line, realising she'd shifted gear too soon. She wouldn't make that mistake again she told herself as she gave everything the Eclipse had, shifting up through gears, desperately trying to catch the Nissan. a few seconds after getting to sixth gear, she hit her first shot of nitrous, blasting the Eclipse past the Nissan, reaching the barrel a good 3 metres clear of the Nissan, slamming on the brakes and wrenching the wheel as she dropped the gears, the back end fishtailing as she went around the barrel and accelerated away as the Nissan rounded the barrel. She tried to concentrate on what she doing, shifting up through the gears quickly, knowing the Nissan was doing the same, then cursed as the other car rocketed past her, its driver obviously using the car's nitrous. She hit her second shot, trying to keep up, but as she caught up, the Nissan hit its second shot and roared away, leaving the Eclipse in its dust. Becky swore, and dropped down a gear, sliding into the Nissan's slipstream in an effort to keep up, but it didn't work, the other car was just too fast, crossing the line way ahead of the Eclipse, the RX-7 leaping away quickly.

Knight frowned to himself, revving the Trans-am's engine, ready to go, muttering –"Come on, come on," to himself. The Eclipse tore over the line, and the Trans-am was away with a squeal of tyres, in hot pursuit of the RX-7. Becky thumped the dashboard of the Eclipse as she spun it around, and pulled over –"I hope you can pull this off boy."

"You seem awfully relaxed," Karr commented as the black and silver Trans-am raced along –"May I remind you that we're losing currently? And that our competition is just going around the barrel?"

"Not for long pal, not for long," Knight grinned, and moved the Trans-am into the path of the oncoming RX-7. Karr protested slightly –"May I remind you that my programming now prevents me from allowing you to jeopardise your life, or the life of other humans?"

"Just relax."

"Kitt would not allow this."

"You're not Kitt," Knight replied –"You ready for this?"

"Aren't I always?" Karr replied huffily. Knight grinned –"Get me a close up on the driver?"

Karr's monitor brought up the image just as the driver realised that the Trans-am was in his way, his face alarmed briefly, then tightened with concentration. Knight settled himself, and waited patiently as the two cars raced towards each other head on. His right hand dropped away from the wheel, as a collision seemed inevitable, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead. The Rx-7 seemed to waver slightly, then the front wheels turned. Knight grinned and hit the turbo boost, slammed into his seat as the black and silver Trans-am leapt into the air, clearing the other car. Karr's monitor showed the RX-7's driver twisting in his seat, no longer concentrating, taken aback by what just happened, the RX-7 spinning out and stalling. Knight grinned and braced himself as the Trans-am landed, spinning it around the barrels quickly and blazing back down the strip. The RX-7 had restarted and got back on the road, and was heading towards the finish, but not soon, enough, the black and silver Trans-am roaring up behind it, the gold light rippling malevolently on the car's nose as it slipped around the side of the RX-7 and came up alongside, the Trans-am's nose just inches ahead as the cars crossed the line and pulled over to the side to collect winnings. The RX-7's driver was not happy –"How'd you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Make your car jump like that, how'd you do it?"

"Musta hit a bump in the road," Knight replied nonchalantly –"Kinda impressive huh?"

The 7's driver frowned –"You gotta be kidding."

"Hey, come on, how could I make it do that deliberately?" Knight grinned. The RX-7's driver and the Nissan's driver reluctantly handed over their money, muttering as they walked back to their cars and glancing back over their shoulders. Knight ignored them as Becky kissed him –"We won."

"Yes we did," Knight grinned –"Now I'm thirsty. Let's find something to drink."


Night Time

Night time was no different to day time at Race Wars. There were still races going on, as well as wild partying. Knight felt slightly uncomfortable, he'd never been big on the partying thing. Sure he enjoyed it when he was out clubbing with his friends when he'd still been home in England, but there was always that feeling of not fitting in. That was why he liked LA. Anywhere else, he felt like he didn't belong, it was why he'd taken up Michael's offer in Miami. LA was different, he felt like he did belong there, if only because nobody belongs in LA. His thoughts were brought back to earth when the Corona in his hand disappeared –"Dance with me."

"I was drinking that."

"You've been sat for almost ten minutes without moving," Becky told him –"Brian started taking bets on how long you'd be sat there before you moved."

"He hung around Tej for too long," Knight shrugged, reaching for the Corona. Becky jerked it away, a sly smile on her face. Knight got up from where he was perched, stepping towards her, trying for it again as she stepped back –"You'd better give me that back," he growled at her. She just laughed in response –"Or what?" she teased, moving away as he lunged for it again –"Your pushing it girl."

Becky stuck her tongue out at him, quickly moving the bottle as he made a move, then squealed as he grabbed her instead, picking her up over his shoulder –"Put me down!"

Knight gave her backside a gentle smack –"Give me the beer back?"

"You want it back?"

"Yeah."

"Fine," Becky replied in a 'be careful what you wish for' kind of voice, twisting around slightly, and pouring the bottle over his head, prompting laughter from the Toretto team. Knight tried to keep an annoyed look on his face, finding it a struggle. He had to admit it had been funny –"Well, now I'm just gonna have to take a shower aren't I?"

Becky's eyes widened as she realised what he meant and started thumping his back –"Don't you dare! Put me down now!"

Team Toretto got up from the table they were sat around as Knight yelled for Brian, wondering what he was up to, following him as he walked over to the tent where the girl had been dancing in a thong and t-shirt, under a shower when they'd arrived –"Brian get that hose will you?"

"Don't you dare Brian!" Becky yelled –"Ian put me down now!"

"Can't do that. Someone drenched me in Corona. Now that's bad enough, but when you consider its also wasting perfectly good beer…"

"I'm sorry," she offered, not sounding at all sorry –"please, put me down."

"Sure," Knight said, grabbing the second hose as Brian turned them both on –"Whatever you say," he grinned, setting her on her feet, straight under the spray from the hose. She gasped in shock and then grabbed for the hose, trying to turn it on him, or directing spray at Brian with the second hose, then ran and turned them off –"Now I gotta go get dry and change, thanks a lot. Bastard," she said, although her tone suggested she wasn't as annoyed as she made out she was, and heading off towards the motor home she shared with Tempest and Cheer. Knight headed after her –"Hey, I'm sorry, it was just a bit of fun."

"And your gullible if you really think I'm that annoyed," she told him, sticking her tongue out –"You worry too much."

"Help you dry off?" Knight asked suggestively. Becky kissed him softly –"Think I'd like that."


Craig kept to the shadows as he waited outside the trailer for the Charger's owner to come out. He wasn't waiting long as the car's driver came out and headed for the Charger. Craig moved forward, slamming Tommo's head into the car's hood. Tommo grunted and swung around with a punch, Craig blocking skilfully, his black belt in karate coming to good use as he retaliated with a fast strike to the guy's face, knocking him off balance. Craig took the opening and slammed his forearm into the guy's throat. Tommo crumpled to the ground as Craig drew breath and glanced down unconcernedly, then pulled out a cell phone and hit speed dial –"Tempest, meet me at the cliff road. Got something to take care off."
Tempest seethed as she pulled up, and got out of her RX-7 –"What the hell have you done?"

"Just what I said I'd do," Craig replied matter of factly –"Help me push the damn thing over the edge. Cops will assume he lost control and went of the cliff."

Tempest shook her head slightly and pulled a combat knife from her belt –"Give them a reason to think it was an accident," she replied, jabbing the knife into the front tyre nearest the cliff, working the blade around to widen the hole and make it look less clean –"They'll assume the tyre blew out."

"Good thinking," Craig replied, lugging Tommo into the driver's seat of the Charger and shut the door –"Let's do this."

The two of them strained against the car for a moment before it started to roll, as they pushed it to the cliff edge. The car's weight took over, pulling it forward and over the cliff edge. Craig watched the machine fall, before smashing into the ground below and exploding as Tempest started the RX-7 –"C'mon lets get out of here. Ricky wants to make sure we all know the plan for tomorrow now Dan ain't with us."


Brian lined up his Skyline alongside Kat's, wondering how he'd been talked into this. During the course of the night, the group had been laughing and joking, and the conversation had gotten around to whether or not Brian's Skyline could beat Kat's. One thing had lead to another, and now they were facing off. Brian wished he'd pointed out that a lot depended on the driver too, and one thing he knew was that Kat was a better driver, if only she was far crazier than he was. He grinned boyishly to himself at that, he'd pulled some crazy stuff in his time, jumping off a Supra to pull Vince off a truck, or jumping his Skyline over an automatic bridge, taking it over the top of the Supra he was racing against, but even that didn't compare to leaping a car off a ramp and onto the back of a private yacht. As Rome would put it, that was "crazy, real dukes of hazzard shit," and he had to admit it was. He knew from experience that Kat was just as crazy, running her Skyline as fast as she could, just to see how fast it could actually go, something that had scared the hell out of Leon. He'd tried it once and chickened out. He grinned and revved the engine of his Skyline, suspecting he was gonna have to come close to finding out if he was gonna stick a chance against Kat. The team was hollering as the two Skylines pulled up to the racing line, neon illuminating the ground beneath them as the starter called the go. Both exhausts flamed as the cars pulled away, dead level, their drivers quickly slamming through the gears. Brian frowned as he hit sixth gear, and punched both his NOS buttons at once. The silver Skyline shot forward as nitrous surged into its engine, Kat slipping her Skyline behind his, his slipstream pulling her car along for a few seconds, before she punched both NOS buttons, and whipped past him with a cheeky wave, the black, tiger bearing Skyline roaring past and over the line. Brian laughed as he crossed the line and spun the Skyline around, knowing he was going to get a ribbing from the rest of the team.

End of Chapter 28…