Chapter 28-Brothers of Destruction

Dominic gripped the steering wheel with such strength that his tan knuckles quickly turned white as they hauled ass out of Munich. He was sure his blood pressure was skyrocketing by the second, and he was finding it difficult not to rip Leon's throat out as every minute passed. Looking out the corner of his eye, Dominic saw Leon curled up in the passenger seat, his body sweaty and trembling and his eyes lost out the window. Dom's eyes scanned his filthy body, the evidence of needle marks lining his arms and dry blood covering his face and torso. His green eyes were alert, but distant.

"I told you not to take him on Leon! Why couldn't you just wait for me?" Dom broke the silence as his frustrations got the best of him.

Leon's head snapped over in Dom's direction as he cowered from the roar.

"I thought I was doing the right thing," his voice cracked as he replied.

"No, Leon!" Dom exclaimed, "You weren't thinking at all. What if he had killed you as soon as you stepped foot in that building?"

"Yeah, but he didn't, Dominic!" Leon replied harshly as he attempted to sit up in the seat, "These seats feel like shit."

"It ain't the seats," Dom mumbled under his breath.

"I hope you have a plan. If my brother ends up dead in there before this competition even starts, his blood is on your hands."

Dom suddenly slammed on the brakes, propelling Leon forward in his seat, causing his forehead to slam off the dashboard violently. He cradled his face as he groaned out in pain.

"What the fuck, man?!"

"Nobody's blood will be on my hands because nobody is going to die. If you hadn't went in there like fucking Rambo, I wouldn't have had to make that choice."

"Oh please, Dominic. I watched that man shoot a young girl in the head and smile about it. Like he was blowing a fucking bubble. This shit is nothing to him, brother. He was going to hurt Luke anyways, I just took his attention away for a while. You should've chose him. He doesn't deserve this."

Dominic swallowed his anger as he thought about how Leon was possibly feeling. He couldn't imagine how he would feel if Mia had been the one kidnapped and tortured. Not to the mention the overwhelming fear after being slammed with crystal meth by psychotic drug pushers. Cocaine was bad enough, but being forcefully injected with ice was pushing dangerous boundaries. The guilt started to pile on as he thought of all the things he could've done to prevent Leon's torture with drugs. Keeping Leon around during the Dominic Republic would've steered him clear of cocaine, and especially international drug kingpins. He knew Letty was right; Leon had been dealt a shitty hand over the past few years and things seemed to only get worse for him.

Dom promised himself that he'd rescue Luke, get Leon the professional help he needed, and protect the rest of his family while keeping himself out of a federal prison. Or he would die trying.

"I need all my men for this job. And besides, you're the one he wants dead. You wouldn't have been alive much longer."

"So what do we do now? Are we really going through with this competition?"

"We aren't going through anything because you're going to rehab as soon as this is over. I need you alive for that. The rest of us will take care of this and I'll get Lucas back. Then we are all disappearing again, as a family."

"You're fucking high if you think I'm not helping. He's my brother, you can't bench me, Dominic!" Leon was becoming increasingly irate and Dom realized the drugs were taking over. Leon's pupils were severely dilated and his skin had turned pink with his fists clenched in his lap.

"Look at you, Leon. You can't do yourself or anyone else any good with that stuff controlling!" Dom roared back at him.

"You make it sound like I was shooting up for shits and giggles."

"Well you sure were having a jolly ol' time in your bathroom this morning," Leon's eyes showed defeat as his mouth open and closed like a dying fish. He knew he had been busted for his slip in judgment and he despised himself for the look of disappointment in his friend's eyes. "Lett found your baggie."

"Shit. Is she pissed?" Leon asked cautiously, though he already knew the answer.

"Letty is always pissed. But is she disappointed? Yes. We all are," Leon dropped his head at Dom's words, ashamed to look in his direction any longer. "That's why we're gonna get you some help."

Leon looked up at his friend and was thankful for his gratitude. Dom had always had his back. No matter how stupid Leon had been, Dom had been in his corner, backing him 100 percent along the way. He wanted to get clean for his family and he was determined to do so.

Before he could reply, Dom's phone rang out loudly.

"Dominic!"

"Mia! Where are you guys?"

"I have no clue. We are at some clubhouse that belongs to a friend of Tyler. I just got off the phone with Brian, he told me what happened. How bad is he?"

"Pretty bad, Mi. He's extremely irritable and unstable. I've never seen anyone trembling so bad," Dom muttered while looking at his ill friend. "You need to keep the kids away when we get there. Put Twink on," he said and waited for the exchange.

"Big Guy, I know what you're gonna say-"

"Why the hell are you not at a hotel like I told you? We can't afford for these men to find any of us and we don't need to be separated at a time like this."

"I know but I figured if these dudes were after us, it'd be better not to go somewhere they could easily find us. I lived in Germany for two years in Berlin where my father's base was stationed and I know a lot of people in Germany who could help us."

"Wait – your father was stationed in Berlin? Do you know the place?"

"Yeah, he took me and my mom there sometimes. Anyways, I have a friend who lives with his uncle in Freising. His uncle owns an abandoned building that we could use. He says we're welcome to it as long as we need it. It has a few spare rooms in the back and it's isolated from most of the city."

"I'm glad you were thinking out of the box, but we can't have everyone in the world knowing where we are, Twink. They aren't going to give us trouble, will they?"

"Oh, no way, Dom. The place is completely empty. And guess what? I found cars."

"Cars?" Dom's interest was peaked now, and Leon was also watching in him intently. "Where?"

"Just get here and we'll talk about that later. Put these directions into your GPS," Dom did as he was told and programmed Twink's location into his GPS system. It was only about 25 miles from their current location and Dom knew it wouldn't take long to reach them.

"Twink, call and pass the directions to the others. We're on our way."


D.S.S. Headquarters

"Where the hell have you been? I've been trying to reach you for hours," Hobbs grilled Red as she finally walked back into work later that evening. After reaching her conclusion in L.A, Red was on a plane hours later on her way to Virginia and back to work. She thought it was in her best interest to keep her cross-country trip to herself and out of the ears of her overprotective friend. She wasn't in the mood for an 'I told you so', so she kept the news quiet, at least until the drama with the Toretto clan was over.

"I had a date," she lied smoothly, shrugging it off as she took her seat in the front of the room.

"You had a date? A morning date? I find that hard to believe," Hobbs replied with a chuckle. "You hate people, especially in the morning. Where were you really?"

"Listen, you really need a woman to occupy yourself so you can mind your own business," she shot him down again, flipping open her notepad prepared to take on the next assignment.

"Okay, settle down everyone," the senior officer in command, Robert Pauley, called out to his room of two dozen agents and recruits as he entered the meeting room. "I called this meeting to address a few things. First thing's first, I want to introduce you to our new intelligence agent being transferred from United States Customs service, Ms. Monica Fuentes."

Both Luke and Red stared in awe at the gorgeous agent, whose face was stern yet friendly as she smiled and waved at the room. The long-legged woman stood proud with confidence as she showed off every twist and turn of her curvaceous body in a tight, navy pencil skirt and a white blouse, topped off with navy blue high-heels. They both raked their eyes over her body, from her smooth legs to her curvy hips to her stunning long brown curls.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. I'm Agent Fuentes and because of U.S Customs' decision to team up with DSS on a few assignments, I will be working with you extensively and indefinitely, so if you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to come to me," she said with a genuine smile.

"Dibs," both Red and Hobbs whispered to each other simultaneously, each eager to claim the new meat.

"No way. You found the hot chick in Colombia, remember?" Hobbs tried to remind her as he kept his eyes on Monica. She stood with her back to them as she spoke with the Chief, giving the friends ample time to check out her back side.

"Who gives a shit. She is heavenly," Red retorted as she drooled over her new co-worker.

"Well can I watch at least?" he wiggled his eyebrows at Red and she gave him a hard slug in the arm.

Monica turned to them at the moment, moving over to their seats, "As flattered as I am to the grand prize in your little competition, I'm here strictly for business, not pleasure."

"Luke, Monica will be working with you and Rodriguez on the Toretto case. She's got a history with one of the suspects, former FBI agent Brian O'Connor," Sgt. Pauley introduced, "Monica, Lucas Hobbs is one of D.S.S.'s top agents. He was assigned to the Rio de Janeiro case. Audrina Rodriguez is his partner, she just returned from some undercover recon in Colombia. They will brief you on what we have thus far," the Sarge dismissed the meeting and excused himself from the room.

"Come on, I'll show you to the office," Red offered with a smile and led Monica down the hall to the office she shared with Hobbs.

Hobbs stood frozen at the door with a scowl as he watched Monica's beautiful derriere saunter down the hall ahead of him.

"I'll be damned if she wins. That ass is mine."


Letty's POV

I couldn't get my mind off of Luke as I followed between Dom and Brian on the road. Seeing him and Leon both bound like wild animals and subjected to Koenig's tortured set my soul on fire. I wanted nothing more than to put a bullet in that piece of shit's head, but I knew that would only make matters worse for us in the long run, and we didn't need that. Still, I didn't understand how Leon could be so stupid as to go after someone as dangerous as Alvaro Koenig alone. I was disappointed that he returned to his bad habit, but with the insurmountable stress he was experiencing, I couldn't say I was surprised.

My hands trembled as I gripped the wheel of my Nissan. To relax, I flipped on the radio and scrolled through the stations for one in English. The first was playing some sappy love song that I had no interest in and the second wasn't much better, so I decided on my CD player instead. I smiled when Enter Sandman by Metallica began blaring from the speakers. I hadn't heard the disc since the night of the truck heist, the last night I sat in my Nissan before leaving California for good. I realized that Dominic kept it in pristine condition and reminded myself to thank him for it.

We followed Dominic for another twenty minute race out of Munich. I managed to relax to an extent as I tried to keep my mind off of Lucas. I tried to psych myself out, convincing my mind that he was strong and could survive a few more days with Koenig. He toughed out an agonizing gunshot for days, so I could only hope that he would hang on. I didn't know if I could handle anymore devastation.

I looked on confused as we pulled in to a large building with posters of skulls and bones hanging from the roof. I nervously killed the engine as Mia and the others ran from the building. I exited the car and made my way to the Challenger.

"What is this place?" I asked as Dom exited his car slowly.

"Twinkie thought it'd be better to hide out here for a while," he replied as Twinkie and another boy approached us.

"Dom, this is Marco Egon. His uncle owns this place," Twink introduced Dom to a tall boy in all black. He wore a leather vest over his clothes that displayed the same crossbones design.

"Nice to meet you, fella. Twink told me you guys are in a bit of a pickle," he said while shaking Dom's hand.

"Yeah, we need a place to lay low and regroup. You sure it's not any imposition?" Dom asked while I took in the patches on his vest. When he turned, I was able to see the large crossbones logo itched on the back, and above it read 'Die Brüder der Zerstörung', a term I was unfamiliar with.

"No imposition at all. Twink here is like family, which makes you all more than welcome."

"What does that mean on the back of your vest?" I asked curiously. "What is this place?"

"As for this place, it's an old hangout of my uncle's. It was a fully functioning garage at one point, but the damn pigs shut him down. He's got a new and better place up, so he didn't mind letting you folks have this one for a while."

"That's generous. Give him a great thanks for us," Dom said appreciatively.

"You still didn't answer my question," I quirked a brow as he narrowed his eyes at me.

"It means Brothers of Destruction. We are motorcycle enthusiasts," he smirked and shrugged.

"Fucking great," I spat. "Trade one psychotic criminal for more psychotic criminals on bikes. Just freaking awesome."

"Hey lady, we aren't the ones you have to worry about," his tone of voice gave me chills, but I shook them off. "I have to head off to a business meeting. You folks come inside when you're ready. You look like you can use some drinks."

"A little help?" Leon called from the passenger seat of the car. I ran over to him and could see the fear and shame in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Lett. I'm sorry I let you down."

"Hey," I said, crouching down to face him, "The only way you could ever let me down is by you not trying. I know shit is tough, but the time for excuses is over. If I have to chain your ass to myself to keep you from reverting back to that shit, don't think I won't."

Leon's face suddenly broke out into a smile as he tried to stand from the car, "That don't sound so bad."

"Don't push it," I shook my head with a smile. I gave him a hard shove back down in the seat and he looked up at me with bewildered eyes. "I love you, Le. But if my kid or my niece comes anywhere near that shit, I swear to God I'll kill you myself. Make sure you let your boys know that."

Leon nodded shakily and attempted to stand from the car. Dom hurried to his side and led him into the building, along with the others. Inside of the building was wide area of open space. The grease spots on the concrete ground proved Marco was truthful about the garage once being run there, but the lingering smell of blood told that much more than bikes and cars were kept at this place. I swallowed the wave of nausea that hit me and followed the others through a side door, which brought us to room that looked to be a saloon at one point. It had a shelves full of liquor behind the bar, and instead of tables filling the room, there were several sofas and even a few pools tables.

Looking around the dingy area, I spotted several more of the biker's logos plastered along the walls and bar top, and the club's name hanging proudly above the liquor shelves. As I entered the room, Mia was approaching me with Julian in her arms. She whispered something in his ear and he looked up at me, a wide smile on his face as he reached his arms out for me to take him. In an instant, all of my worries were gone and a smile was too plastered on my face. I scooped him up and cradled him close, inhaling the innocent scent from his hair.

"Mama leave JuJu," he mumbled with sad eyes.

I didn't reply as I was amazed by his now light-brown eyes. The gray pools had completely changed and his relation to Dominic was even more evident. I smiled warmly at him, smoothing over his curly locks.

"Mama had to help Uncle LeLe. Were you good for Tia Mia?"

"He was an angel," Mia interrupted. She stood with her hands in her pockets and gave me her infamous puppy-dog eyes, a look that worked on anyone in her vicinity. Mia always knew how to work her charm to get what she wanted, and she was damn good at it. "Are you still mad at me, Tiche?"

I groaned at the annoying nickname she gave me years ago, "You know I hate that shit, Mia."

Before I could avoid it, she came barreling at me and wrapped her arms around my neck. I tried to pry her away, but she held on like Velcro.

"Mia, let go," I begged.

"Not until you forgive me. I was a bitch earlier."

"It's not the first time," I commented, but it only made her bear hug tighter. "Okay, okay. I forgive you, Mi. Now, get off," I finally exhaled when she unlatched herself from my neck. I couldn't help but grin; maybe I missed Mia's shenanigans more than I thought.


"All right guys, listen up," Dom said as he stood behind the bar, passing around a shot of tequila for everyone. "In order to get Luke back safe and sound and get this asshole off our backs, we have to participate in a competition that starts in nine days. Mia, I know Brian and I promised you that the jobs were done, but this is a no-brainer. Whether he or I like it, he's a part of this family now. I refuse to let another one of my brothers down. We don't know much now, only that it's a race to Berlin to retrieve top of the line artillery from a military base. We'll find out more tonight at a briefing."

"You mean steal from the German government? I thought you were crazy before, but I'm almost certain of it now," Twink was the first to speak. "We cannot do that, Dom."

"We don't have a choice," Letty spoke up from her seat on the bar. "If we don't, Luke is dead. Leon too. And all of us just as well."

"This is nuts. I thought jacking moving semis was stupid, but you guys are talking about forcefully entering a foreign military establishment and stealing weapons! That is suicidal!" Mia exclaimed.

"Mi, it's either do this job and save all our asses, or don't and wait for us to be picked off like targets. I'm doing this only because I don't want my daughter to wonder why she had to grow up without parents," Brian spoke up. "Come on, Mia, I need you behind me on this."

Mia shuffled her weight back and forth as she scowled at her husband angrily. Tears filled her lids but she refused to let them fall as everyone kept their eyes on her next move. Looking around at the faces, she realized everyone else seemed to be behind the plan and knew she had no choice but to agree.

Slamming her drink back, Mia slammed the glass down on the bar top and threw her hands up, "Fuck it. Let's do this."

Everyone tossed back their shots and let out cheers of excitement. Brian lifted Mia into the air happily and sat her atop of the bar. He gave her his widest smile and pecked her lips several times.

"This is one sick, twisted family," Dom mumbled to Letty with a grin as he looked at the happy faces surrounding him.

"Yeah," Letty agreed, and turned to him "But they are ours."