Chapter 48
"So, J, you forgive me? Again?" Dominic asked, propped up on his elbow, facing Jordan as they were laying down for their 'nap'. She smiled, feeling all warm and tingly as he grinned at her with his dark, deep brown eyes.
"Yeah, as long as you treat me like your girl." Jordan said, looking at him.
"I will." He tenderly kissed her. "Nap time now." He pretended to fall asleep as though he was narcoleptic. She grabbed the back of his collar playfully.
"That's it. You're so outta here. I'm gonna send you packin and back to Letty." Jordan attempted her best to act as though she was serious.
"Really? You and what army, short stuff?" He grinned, pouncing on her. She laughed hysterically. Outside the crew could hear their loud exchange of words, but not what was being said.
"He better not be hurtin her." Tempest practically growled. She found it odd to be so protective of Jordan because she was so much like Tiffany in the fact that she didn't get along well with other females.
"Need I remind you that this is Dom we're talkin about?" Jesse laughed at the absurd idea.
"We all know Dom couldn't hurt a fly." Vince laughed, being majorly sarcastic.
"What is about my girl that you don't like?" Tempest asked, curiosity getting the best of her. She hadn't meant for it to sound so defensive, but she had done so. No was, she thought, was she going to apologize.
"Who said I didn't like her?" Vince looked around, scowling like normal.
"Hey, I was just wonderin. I know you hate the idea of her with Dom. Hell, I don't like her with him." Tempest shrugged, kicking Tej, who was awfully quiet. She grinned at him. "I'm still votin for you, Boy." She nodded.
"Glad someone is." Tej grinned, leaning back in his chair.
"I just think Dom and Letty should be together." Vince said, confessing as he saw Tempest staring for a reply.
"And? What else?" She asked, calling him out.
"She's a bit weak for him." Vince said, nonchalantly. Tempest jumped up after hearing that.
"Slow your roll, Girl." Leon held her back.
"You're lucky you got a bodyguard watchin you back. Hands off, you racer wanna be." She shrugged Leon off while pointing at Vince. She started to walk off but hesitated. "By the way-Vince, definition of weak is you." She hissed.
"She's kinda touchy today." Jesse said, almost shocked. He had the stories of her temper, but he hadn't really seen the evidence until now.
"She's probably on some shit." Vince said, his voice low.
"V, I wouldn't want my ass kicked by her so shut up." Leon advised, still hurt by her remark. He watched Tempest walk over to Ice and wandered if Ice would be all over him or Vince soon.
"Sup, Hot?" Ice asked, knowing her tight lip meant she was highly pissed.
"Nothin. I'm just uptight." She stretched out her arms, gearing herself up for a full day of racing.
"You need some Ice to make the kinks go away." Ice messaged her shoulders and her neck. "Damn, Hot, you're tense. You sure you're good to race?" He asked, concerned.
"Hell yeah." Tempest rolled her shoulders around to loosen them and get the kinks out of her neck, Ice stole a glance at how 'hot' she really did look. She had a black tank top with spaghetti straps that had 'too fine' in red glittery letters. The tank was cropped showing her lean physique and bellybutton ring. The pants were back and in two parts. The shorts were black and at the knew the legs started and flared at the bottom. The knees were connected to the shorts with red glitter hearts going up the seam. Her hair was braided, as not to get in her way form the rush of the wind, racing or chilling.
"You look good. You look hot." He whispered in her ear, smiling and almost pulled her close. His ploy was interrupted when Diego roared up, in distress.
"Sup, Di?" Tempest asked, nodding and disappointed Ice had pulled away. At this point she wouldn't ever be getting back together.
"You guys have any problems last night?" Diego jumped out, her face red and tense.
"No. Why? You?" She asked, her body tensing. She hated these kind of feelings.
"Someone fuckin keyed my car and slashed my tires. Lucky I brought spares." She steamed, running a hand through her hair. Roman came up immediately, knowing she was unhappy but not knowing what the story was. He was followed by the rest of the group. "I can't find Meg. V, you talked to her today?" She asked, pacing. Roman put his arms around her.
"No. Damn it. I'll try to call her." He headed off to get his phone.
"You okay, Girl?" Roman asked, kissing her forehead sweetly. She was shaken, he could tell. She leaned on him for a minute and then lead him to the opposite side of the car. "Man, I'ma fuck someone up if we find who did this. This is bullshit." Roman said, feeling bad for her. He cared about her and knew how hard she had worked for her car.
"V! Is she answering?" Jesse yelled and he shook hid head, looking panicked. All he could think of was what Johnny had done to Jordan and how Megan's brother ran with him. He was hoping she wasn't hurt.
"What's goin on?" A sleepy, rough looking Brian walked out.
"Di's car got keyed, tires slashed, and Meg's missing." Vince said. He was the one doing the pacing as Brian went to check out her car. He didn't have a good feeling. Dominic came out of his trailer alone, looking curious and with a what now look. Vince filled him in.
"Don't tell J. She'll flip out." Dominic said, looking at the group.
"Bullshit. Dom, we didn't tell her about Max and she ended up having to kill him." Tiffany frowned, walking up behind him.
"So that was my fault?" He sighed.
"IN a roundabout way, yeah. But no one's blaming. We just have to tell her." Tiffany gave him a stern look. He knew that look meant there was no arguing.
"Well, hell, since it is all my fault, I'll go talk to her." He started for her.
"No, Dom, let me. I need to talk to her." Brian stopped him. "Can you just keep her close today if she is goin with you?" Brian asked.
"Oh, she's goin with me." Dominic assured him defensively. Brian grinned and shook his head.
"Dom, what about when you race?" Tiffany asked. Vince, Roman, Diego, and the rest of the group left to go try to find Megan.
"I don't know. Hadn't thought about that." He said. "She wants to ride with me but I told her no." He sighed.
"Why not? She's done it before." Tiffany shrugged. "You said it your self if she as gonna ride with a racer, it may as well be you cause you're the most 'skilled'." Tiffany smiled sweetly.
"I hate when my words come back and bite my ass." He grumbled. "She can't. What if my car gets clipped? What if…her knee?" He asked, not wanting to think of what ifs. He hated what ifs but when it came to Jordan, it was a different story. Tiffany looked at him, as thought to remind him they had already had this talk.
"Dominic Toretto, you also said life's all about taking risks." Tiffany scolded. "Did I not tell you to stop babying her?" She asked, looking at Tempest for some back up.
"And your girl believes those words. In fact, she hangs on your every word." Tempest chimed in, wanting to laugh at how they had used his own words against him. He shook his head and walked away. Tiffany and Tempest high fived, smiling.
"Cute outfit for a grease monkey." Tiffany joked.
"I'm hurt, you evil playboy bunny." Tempest shook her head, pretending to be hurt. They both laughed. "We gotta get poor J high before she goes with that ass of a friend of yours." Tempest shook her head. Tiffany nodded.
"Tru dat." She said, pulling a joint out , already rolled. "Dom! One more thing." Tiffany chased after Dominic. He turned around, dreading what she was going to say." have you noticed J is trying to give those crutches a break?" She asked.
"No, if I had…" He stopped himself. "I'd tell Brian and let him handle it and get in deep shit." He grinned.
"There is a brain in there that does register things. Wow." Tiffany clapped as though she was excited and impressed. "What I figured if you do let her race is make it a condition that she has to use them or I will make her leave tomorrow." Tiffany said.
"But you just told me not to act like…forget it. Ugh. Damn women." Dominic rolled his eyes. He called Vince. "Did you find her?" He asked.
"Yeah and the jack off that fucked Di's car up. She is all right, shaken, but ok. Rome might be in jail. Gotta go, Bro." Vince hung up the phone quickly, not wanting to answer my questions.
"Great." He muttered.
J, wake up." Brian shook his sister gently. She sat up, her breathing hard.
"Hey, you're warm. You okay?" He asked. She nodded.
"Fine. Bad dream. I was buried under the covers." She smiled, lying. Her knee was buzzing and burning. She was s so mad that she had the stupid problem. "What sup?" she asked. Brian looked at her outfit. She had on a ruflly skirt with a tank top that had a rainbow that was prismatic. She had borrowed it from Tempest. The girl was crazy in love with prisms, rainbows, and glittery things. She had on a pair of black knee length boot. Well, it was only one but thy were cool and Tempest's as well. She called them her bitch boots.
"Um, I just wanted…" Brian was interrupted by Tiffany and Tempest's knock.
"Hey Bri, Dom needs ya." Tiffany kissed him. "It's all clear and good." She smiled, leading him out the door. He looked confused. "Go help Dom." She smiled and locked the door.
"You changed for wars or for your ass?" Tempest asked, her trademark eyebrow raised.
"Both and he is not an ass. Quit it." Jordan slapped her.
"Lucky I love ya girl cause I'd hafta hurt you." She laughed.
"What are you guys up to?" Jordan asked, wincing as she moved her leg.
"Wanna race with Dom? He is gonna let you on one condition." Tiffany offered. Jordan nodded, her eyes lighting up. Tiffany was smiling. "Then use those damn crutches or your ass will taken back to the hospital. And I pulled strings to keep you here." Her smile was gone. Jordan's eyes widened, making Tempest roll with laughter.
"She is the almighty knowing Tiffany." She said, still laughing. Jordan popped her again.
"Is that why you are both in here?" She asked, suspicious. Tempest and Tiffany both shook their heads. "Now you're just scaring me." Jordan said, smiling. Tiffany lit up the joint.
"We's about to get all kindsa fucked up, Darlin." Tempest smiled, checking her watch. She had plenty of time to smoke and be sober before she was scheduled to race. Jordan smiled.
