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Chapter 36

Rylan and her friends on the beach in the sand, watching the sun as it set rather quickly. She took in the salt water smell, she knew she had to get used to it. She enjoyed it actually, the smell of the beach. Considering she had never even seen one in her life, she knew she would make it a habit to spend as much time there as possible. She could feel it quickly becoming a safe haven for her. A place to get away from her parents and all the drama. She wished she could live there. But living about thirty yards away would have to do.

"Rylan! You're spaced out again," Cece said, nudging Rylan 's shoulder. "I asked how it was living with Dom. Is he cool or what?"

Rylan snorted, "It's hell. He is the most narrow-minded, pigheaded, arrogant prick I've ever met."

"Wow," Cece replied.

"But I love him. He tries a little too hard, but he does care. Which is a lot more than I can say about Ryan," she thought about her soon-to-be ex-stepfather. Nothing extreme had happened since she got word of him being released, and she could only hope that it would stay that way.

Cece nodded, turning back to the sun. A smile came upon her face, which made Rylan only frightened of what she could be thinking.

"What ever happened to your Asian lover?"

Rylan rolled her eyes. From what Toby told her, he sat in his room for hours that night before William finally went up and untied him. He bitched and moaned about it until the early hours of the morning.

"That guy was a clown. A fuckin' perv who just wanted to bone. Got rid of him quickly," Rylan retorted, her teeth clenching at the thought of Neiko. Dickhead.

"Damn girl. Runnin' through them quick huh?" Cece said, making Stacy laugh.

Rylan quirked her eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

Cece didn't respond, but nodded over to Turbo, who was staring off into the water. Rylan looked at him, noticing how the sun made his bright blue eyes even brighter. His hair looked crazy as it blew freely in the wind. She got that same feeling a few days ago, the butterflies. He noticed her staring and looked at her, giving her a small smile. Rylan couldn't stop the smile from creeping on her lips.

"Exactly girl," Cece said, her and Stacy laughing again.

Rylan finally broke the stare, turning to her friend. "Shut up Ce. God, you're still a loud-mouth aren't you?"

"You know it girl," Cecelia smiled.

"Guys, let's go! We're going to see Mia," Dom's voice yelled over to them.

"We'll have to finish this pow-wow later," Rylan said sarcastically, taking Turbo's hand to help her up. When he held on for a second too long, Rylan could feel those butterflies again, this time they made her stomach tickle. She giggled aloud, causing them all to turn to her.

"What the hell was that?" Stacy asked, looking at her strange sister.

Rylan blushed, trying to think of a witty comeback. Unable to think quick enough, she just shrugged, "That was T. He's such a fuckin' girl," she said, smiling at him. His face turned red as they all started back for the house.

A few blocks away, Reese lifted his phone to his ear, calling his new boss.

"They're on the move now. Probably heading up to the hospital. I heard around that Toretto's sister had her babies. I bet that's where they're going," he spoke, watching as the Charger and Jeep drove off.

"Good. I'll send my partner to the hospital. He'll beat them there. I want you to stake out the hospital until you can catch her alone. If you can't get her, get the red-head. It's her best friend, so I know she'll fight for her."

"Cool. Are you sure this is gonna work? I mean Dominic is pretty territorial," Reese replied, unsure of their plan.

"Dominic Toretto is nothing I can't handle. You wanna get paid, do your part," and with that, the line with dead.

"Shit is gonna hit the fan," Reese said to Neiko as he sped his Civic down the road.

"I'm Officer O'Conner with the Manhattan Police Department," he showed his badge to the clerk. "I need to see Mia Toretto for questioning."

The clerk was frightened by his two bodyguards, but continued flipping through the listing on her clipboard.

"Room 145," she said quickly, wanting them to leave her presence as soon as possible.

Brian, followed by some of Ryan's goons, made his way to Mia's room. He didn't know what he thought he would find when he got to her room, and he wasn't sure he was ready to find out. He had missed Mia over the years, even tried to get in touch with her. But he couldn't find it in himself to go through with it, to actually try and be with her again. As a part of his deal on getting in good with the MPD, he had to keep away from all Toretto's and their associates. Even looking them up through the police database could result in him not getting a law enforcement job ever again.

Before he could think anymore of it, he was standing outside Mia Toretto's room. He peered through the plexiglass, noticing Vince and Mia holding their newborn babies. They both looked so happy. It made Brian sick to his stomach.

"Stand here. Don't let anybody in. And if Toretto shows up, call for backup. He won't be alone," Brian whispered, the guards nodding in reply. He took a deep breath and fixed his glasses on his face, pushing the door open.

"Can we help you?" Mia asked sweetly, looking up at the door. It was obvious she didn't recognize her old lover. He had a full grown beard which was long and shaggy and the glasses he wore were too dark to see those blue eyes. His hair was shaved close to his head, leaving him a slight buzz. His usual skinny frame was now more toned and buff. He didn't look like Brian Earl Spilner at all.

"Wow, you've grown up. Mama Mia, huh?" Brian said with a smirk, crossing his large arms over his chest.

"I'm sorry, do we know you?" Vince asked, placing Adrian in his crib. He looked very skeptical at the stranger. He had thought he recognized him, but he couldn't place where.

"Very well actually. Take a seat Vincent," Brian said, his voice a lot deeper than what it had been twenty years ago when he last spoke to any of the Team.

Vince ignored the order, stepping closer to the man. He didn't know him, and he didn't want him any closer to his new family.

"Not until you tell me who you are. What do you want?" Vince asked, standing only a few feet away from the man. His fist were clenched and he was ready to brawl.

"Take a fucking seat, Vincent!" the man growled, his .9mm gun in Vince's face. Mia gasped loudly, terrified for her life. She tried to reach for the intercom button on her bed that paged the nurse, but couldn't with Brian noticing.

"Mia, I wouldn't do that if I were you. Just relax. Put the baby in the crib," he ordered, nodding to the empty bed. Mia did as she was told, not wanting to piss this guy off anymore.

"What do you want?" Vince muttered through clenched teeth. Brian didn't reply, but only pulled off his aviator glasses, revealing the bright blues that Mia had fallen in love with so many years ago. Mia gasped, shocked at who stood in front of her. Vince shot out of his seat. "Fuckin' O'Connor! You must have a fuckin' death wish or somethin'," Vince bellowed, ignoring the weapon that was pointed at his head. Even though Brian got him off that truck, got his family off the hook, and got out of their lives for good, he still hated him with a passion. It was the fact that he had everyone (except him) convinced that he wasn't a cop. That he was just a newbie in town who wanted to make fast cash and run with the hottest team. Vince could see right through is act. He had been around enough cops in his lifetime to spot an undercover ten miles away. Now the same one who fucked up his life before, was standing in front of him, pointing a gun to his head in from of his new family.

"Shut up Vince. As much as you would like to think, I am not here for you," Brian spat, smirking as he turned his eyes to the babies. He walked slowly towards Adrian's crib, looking over the beautiful child.

"Don't you fucking touch my boy! I'll have-" Vince started for the cop, his face red and angry.

"You'll what?" Brian asked quickly, pressing the cold steel to Vince's forward, stopping him in his tracks. "Vince, now is no time to be brave, my friend. Just sit the fuck down and relax," Vince hesitated, but did as he was told, keeping guard of his children.

"What do you want Brian? We haven't done anything wrong. My family has been clean for years now, so why could you possibly be here?" Mia asked, staring with hatred at the man who she once loved. It was obvious he had changed over the years, but she couldn't help but notice how good the years had done him.

"It may come to a surprise to you Mia Toretto, but I am not here for the Toretto's. I want you to press that little button and ask for Denise Clark. Don't get any ideas though Mia or I will put a bullet in V's head without a second thought," the way he spoke was a lot different years ago. Now, he wasn't as soft-spoken or gentle, but rather volatile and harsh.

Mia did as she was told, pressing the button on the side of her bed, her voice shaky as she paged her friend.

"What do you want with Doc?" Vince asked, furrowing his brows at the cop.

Before he had a chance to respond, the door to the room opened.

"Thanks girl," Denise said to a passing nurse with a laugh. She turned around, stopping dead in her tracks at the sight in front of her. Her cop boyfriend was holding a gun to her new friend's husband's head, and she knew it had to do with her. Some shit was about to come out the closet and she figured it had to do with the guards standing outside the door. The smirk was wiped off her now ghostly-pale face.

"Hey honey. I'm home," Brian smiled sweetly at her.

(Dom)

As we pulled up to the hospital, I got a strange gut-feeling that we were being followed. Ever since I seen that Civic ride past the house, I had an unusual sense that things weren't as okay as I previously thought. I shrugged off my worries and followed everyone through the hospital doors. We walked up to the clerk's office to check in for visiting hours.

"Here you go, Mr. Toretto," the clerk said, her hands trembling as she handed me a visitor's badge.

"You all right?" I asked, noticing how spooked she looked. Her eyes quickly and nervously traveled to her right, where two large men stood, watching my family. I quirked a brow at her silence.

"Yeah, just fine. Feeling a bit under the weather is all," I nodded as the family started for the elevator.

"Wait a minute guys," I said, leaning across the counter to the scared clerk. "Are they here for me?" I whispered the best my voice would manage.

She shook her head, "They showed up with a cop. He's in your sister's room now. Said he wanted to talk to her. For questioning," I leaned back, shocked by the news. Why had the cops wanted to talk to Mia? The Team had stayed out of trouble for years, minus the occasional speeding ticket. But nothing to my knowledge that was too serious. Right?

"Are there more?" I whispered to the woman, who's name-badge red Sharon.

"Some moseying around your sister's floor."

"Is there another way up there without using those elevators?" I wanted to make sure Mia was okay, but I didn't want anyone getting hurt, or worse.

She jerked her head to the left, "Another elevator at the end of the hall. A little further down is a stairwell."

I nodded, turning to Jesse. I pulled him off to a corner. "See those guys over there?" Jesse turned slightly, but I punched him quickly. "Use your peripherals Jess," he stared straight ahead, his eyes focusing slightly to the right, and nodded. "I dunno why, but they here with a cop. I think they're here to make sure we don't go up there. I need you to take the others back out to the car and head out. Don't stop driving 'til you get my call, okay?"

"Where's he goin'?" Letty asked, her and Leon approaching me.

"I think we got trouble. Just to be safe I want Jess to get everyone out of here. We'll stay here incase anything happens," I said, my voice low.

They both nodded and walked over to the kids, whispering in their ears. While the others agreed and followed Jesse out, Rylan (of course) came over with a frown.

"I'm not going anywhere, Dad. I'm staying to help," Rylan said defiantly, crossing her arms over her chest. I clenched my teeth. Now was not the time for her to be a brat.

"Rylan, not now, go please. I'll call you guys when everything's safe," I said, turning away from her. She grabbed my arm, spinning me to face her.

"Dad, I can help! Stop treating me like a child!" she whispered harshly.

"As of right now, you are a child!" I whispered firmly, not in the mood to deal with her drama.

Letty stepped in, "Rylan," she said, giving her a 'cut-the-shit' look. It was the same look she gave me anytime I was out of line, that made me get my shit together. It worked every time.

Rylan rolled her eyes, storming off after Jesse and the others. I mouthed a 'thanks' to her and turned to Leon and Brick, who walked over during Rylan's tantrum.

"Listen, I want you guys to take the elevator. Let and I will take the stairs. If you get stopped by more of those goons, don't cause trouble. Just lead them outside. We can't risk anything with Mia and the twins here," I said, my heart thumping. I was hoping all of this was a misunderstanding that could be resolved without confrontation.

We all split up, making our way up to the second floor.

"Ay, everything's gonna be okay," Letty reassured, her hand on my arm.

"Better be," I growled as the elevator doors opened.

Sure enough, there were two more guards standing down the hall, outside of Mia's door. I kept Letty close behind me as I approached the guards.

"How ya doin' fellas?" I asked nonchalantly. They didn't respond, but instead gave me dirty glares. "You wanna move so I can go in there? Or you gonna stand there lookin' stupid?" I tested them, curious as to how they would respond. I noticed Leon and Brick approaching them from behind.

Letty tried to slip between them, reaching for the door, but was stopped when one of the guards grabbed her arm.

"You aren't allowed in there," one said. I clenched my teeth, grabbing his arm, squeezing as hard as I could.

"Don't you EVER touch her again," I growled, stepping in his face.

"Hey, fuck off buddy," Guard One said, manning up. I noticed Guard Two pulling out his cell and dialing a number, putting the phone to his ear.

"They're here..." he trailed off. He nodded into the phone and hung up, leaning over to Guard One.

"You better fuckin' watch it," Guard One warned as he yanked his arm back, stepping away from the door. Leon and Brick stayed outside while we proceeded in. I frowned as I pushed the door opened, my temper skyrocketing at the sight in front of me.

"What's going on here? Who-" I started, staring at the man in uniform. It took only a few seconds for me to recognize those blue eyes. "The fuck are you doing here Cop?" I spat, stepping closer.

"Why don't you ask your precious Letty this?" he said, his voice deep and gravelly. I turned to her, curious as to what he was talking about.

Her face was pale and her jaw was tight. She obviously knew it was Brian and knew what he was doing here.

"Brian is Denise's boyfriend," Letty said, her face cast to the floor. I seemed to be the only one surprised. Probably because everyone already knew.

I finally turned to Denise, who had a terrified look in her eyes. I asked her the question everyone had been secretly wanting to ask for weeks. "Denise, why are you here? In California? Why did Letty bring you here?"

She took a deep breath, then turned to Brian. "I was the doctor assigned to Letty's husband's case. She caught on that Brian was beating me, and she became someone I could talk to about it. After a fight with Brian one night, I called her. She was the only person who could keep me safe. I stayed with her at her hotel, and she invited me back here when she was ready to go. So I took the chance."

"So when I showed up at the house, when you two were there, you were trying to sneak out on me?" Brian asked, a smile in his voice.

"Wait..." I interrupted. "Letty you knew Brian was her boyfriend? You knew Doc was trouble and you brought her into my home anyways?" I growled angrily. Letty knew how close this family was and we didn't any trouble that could hurt us again. "How could you be so stupid?"

"First off, Dom, watch how you speak to me," she started, her hand in my face. "Second, she was someone who needed out. She was in the same fuckin' situation I was and she needed help. So I helped her."

"So what do you want Brian? You want Doc? Take her, have her. Just get the fuck out of ours lives again," Vince's abrasive voice was a bit much, but I understood where he was coming from.

"VINCE!" Mia yelled shockingly.

"What Mia? It's not our problem what they do. I just want the fucking cop out of our lives again," V finished.

I saw how defeated Doc looked, upset that we were so willing to let her go back to the man that had been hurting her. As a man, a Toretto man, I would never let a guy put his hands on a woman and turn the other cheek. Even if it wasn't my business, it ain't happenin' in my presence.

"O'Connor, why don't you just leave? The Doc ain't going anywhere. She's apart of our family now. So it's best for you to leave," I bargained with him. Suddenly, Brian turned his gun to me, holding it still between my eyes.

"Dominic, you aren't the boss right now. Since I'm the one holding the gun, I say who stays and who goes. And guess what? Denise goes. And if I were you, I'd be more worried about my child than someone who is none of your concern."

(No POV)

Jesse had the boys loaded in the back of the Jetta, making sure Rylan, Cece, and Turbo was behind him before taking off. He didn't know where to go, but the adrenaline pumping through his veins told him to get the hell out of there. And fast.

"Rylan, tell T to follow me. We're going to Brick's apartment. I have a spare key," Jesse said in his cell phone, quickly hanging up. He checked his rear view one last time before speeding off, unaware of the black Civic following behind the Jeep closely.

They pulled up to Brick's complex, which was nearly half-way across town. It was in a small, remote area that Jesse and Brick used as practice track. He pulled the Jetta down a dark alleyway nearby, waiting for the Jeep to pull in before he killed the engine.

He turned to the boys in the back, "Why can't we go see Aunt Mi?" Koy asked curiously.

"Your dad wants to make sure everything is okay with her first. She already had visitors and Dom wanted to make sure they were nice people first," Jesse lied, knowing Koy would see right through it. But he was too nervous to elaborate with an 11 year-old.

He unloaded the boys out the back and led everyone up to Brick's apartment on the third floor. He put the key in the lock, pushing the door open slowly, waiting for the force that was soon coming.

"Don't freak out," he whispered to everyone as a large Rottweiler came sprinting towards the front door. It slid across the floor trying to come to a halt, tongue and drool flailing in the air. "Hey boy. How ya doin'? Miss me?" Jesse couldn't help but stop to pet the frivolous animal. "This is Hercules, Brick's dog. Doesn't bite, unless it needs too. Come on in," Jesse said, moving further in the apartment. "Don't touch anything please. B is a neat freak."

They all entered the house, finding them a place on the large, wrap-around sofa. Jesse turned on cartoons to entertain the boys while he walked to the kitchen for a drink.

Rylan stood by the large window, watching the night life in the far distance. She had to admit, this was a nice secluded place to live. The view was great. But that didn't deter her mind from her father and how much of a prick he was being. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't sense someone standing behind her.

Turbo was cautious when he placed his hands on her shoulders, not wanting her to take her anger out on him. They had become extremely close, and although he knew how he felt about her, he wasn't sure on her part. He slowly began to knead her shoulders, feeling the tension ease away as she relaxed under his touch. His hands moved lower, massaging her upper arms, then her lower. When his fingertips grazed her palms, she flinched, pulling away quickly. She turned to him, giving him a weak smile.

"Sorry, I'm just on edge," she said, combing her hands through her hair. As much as she enjoyed Toby's gentleness, she couldn't deal with the pressures of a relationship. Not with the threat of her stepfather being in town hovering over her head.

"Wanna take a walk?" he asked softly. She smiled, taking his hand and walking to the door.

"Where are you going?" Jesse asked from the kitchen, nursing a beer. Normally he wouldn't drink when he knew he'd be driving, but tonight he needed it.

"Going for a walk Jess. Call me if anything comes up," before Jesse could debate, the front door slammed.

-X-

Rylan crossed her arms over her chest as the cool wind chilled her skin. She was too worried about her Aunt Mia to think about the harm she could face walking around L.A at night. Not to mention, she had pissed off two different guys within weeks of each other, and there was no doubt in her mind that they both were out for blood. Rylan only hopped that her Caveman father could save everything.

"You don't have to be worried. Your dad-" Toby stopped when Rylan put a hand in his face.

"Don't T. I know he's great. I already have enough people telling me that," she rolled her eyes. "Are you only interested in me because of him? Because if so you can save the nice guy bullshit."

"First off, I knew your dad before you even came here. He has nothing to do with how I feel about you. But if you weren't on your permanent PMS bullshit, you would notice that," Toby spat angrily, finally fed up with her attitude. He had, at first, written it off as an early dislike for her new home. Now it was just rude and annoying.

"Toby," Rylan called out to him. When he didn't stop walking, she jogged up to him, grabbing his hand. She spun him around to face her, and without speaking a word, crushed her lips against his. This time, it felt right. Almost magical. Not the way it had felt with Neiko. Not purely sexual or forced. It just felt … right. "Look, I'm sorry okay. I'm just so sick of everyone pushing him on me. He's working his way into my life and I'm okay with that, as long as it's slow. I just don't need the pressure of that and everything else. It's wearing me out," she exclaimed, casting her gaze to the ground. She hated to appear weak and vulnerable, especially in front of someone else.

Toby placed his fingertips underneath her chin, lifting her eyes to his. "It's okay Ry. We're gonna get through this shit together. But only if you let me in and quit pushing me away. I'm not my brother. I'm not a jerk like him. This isn't an act. This is me. Take it or leave it," he gave her the ultimatum, unbeknownst to the black Civic creeping down the street slowly.

Before Rylan had a chance to answer, to tell him she wanted him and all of him, the sound of screeching tires broke the moment. Rylan and Toby jumped back from the curb, hoping that it was just a driver having trouble seeing the road. When two men jumped out in ski-masks, they knew their hopes were squashed.

"Get in the fucking car!" One man yelled to Rylan, his gun in her face.

"Fuck off buddy!" she bit back, still unable to handle her anger, even with a firearm pointed at her head.

"Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops!" Toby threatened, pulling his cell phone from his pocket. He began to dial 9-1-1 when the taller man dropped the butt of the gun on the back of his head, knocking him unconscious. The shorter man gave Turbo a swift kick to the gut for good measure, even if he couldn't feel it.

"Now like I said, get in the fucking car!" the taller one yelled, grabbing Rylan by her hair and shoving her into the car, speeding off.