Chapter 49
"Dom is gonna get mad at me if I do this." Jordan's eyes were wide as she went ahead and inhaled the weed.
"Who cares? Put him on the leash and take yours off." Tempest muttered. "Girl. That tank has got to go." Tempest pulled at Jordan's shoulder to see if she had on the sports bra on that Tiffany had bought her. She did so she pulled the tank top off over her head.
"Better." Tiffany nodded her approval and laughed at Jordan's shocked and innocent look. "Pass it, J." She took it out of her friend's hand.
"Is that allowed at Race Wars?" Jordan's nose was wrinkled in pure confusion. Tiffany about choked on the hit she had just inhaled.
"Please tell me you're joking." Tiffany laughed, giving Jordan a pat on the back.
"Hey, don't forget me." Tempest coughed, laughing at Jordan and taking the joint. "Stand up for yourself once, J. He's gonna have females droolin all over him so you gotta be on top of yours." Tempest warned and inhaled.
"They better not." Jordan folded her arms. Tempest attempted to pass her the joint but Jordan just shook her head. "I don't wanna burn myself." Jordan, already high, admitted with a shy grin. Tempest held it to her mouth, wanting to laugh. She was so comical not high, but she was hilarious when she was high.
"Inhale deeply, Darlin. Yeah, lotsa girls will be hitting on him. And any other guy that is here, damn skanks." She sighed, giving it to Tiffany.
"Spill it. Why you so angered?" Tiffany asked, taking another hit.
"Man, you and Ice. I am not tense." Tempest shook her head, shrugging. "I'm hellified pissed, though." She frowned, fixing her outfit's strap.
"Spill it." Jordan and Tiffany said in unison,then laughing.
"Ice has this biatch that keeps hittin on his ass over and over. If I find the chicka t the races, she is gonna get her ass kicked." Tempest warned. She hated to fight, but she would if she had to.
"So, I see you do have feelings for him." Tiffany smiled, extremely happy at hearing that. Jordan plopped back on the bed and was rolling in laughter.
"She's high." Tempest grinned.
"Am not. Shut up, Tempest. You damn monkey wrench girl, thing." Jordan attempted to do her usual name calling on Tempest but was too high to make it work for her.
"Girls, open the door. J, we gotta go." Dominic knocked, wondering why the door was locked in the first place. She jumped up off the bed but Tempest pushed her back down, again shocking her.
"Tempest." She shook her head.
"Make him work for it. Gawd, you are way too willing to follow his leash leading. You are so a Barbie." She complained.
"Dude, I smell weed." Brian told Dominic.
"Hell no. Not Jordan. I don't like my girls getting high." He shook his head. The girls opened the door and a cloud of smoke made their exit seem like they were on a concert stage with dry ice. Brian coughed and looked shocked."Hell, yeah." Tiffany patted Dominic on the back.
"No, Jordan. That is not gonna fly." Dominic pointed to Jordan's sports bra. Jordan didn't even act as though she had heard him, causing him to sigh and look at his watch. "Come on. We're gonna be late." He picked her up easily and put her in his car. Jordan was in her own world and could care less about his reaction.
"Don't forget these." Tiffany put the crutches in for him and smiled at Dominic.
"You're a bad influence. You and that racer girl over there" He muttered, starting up his car.
"Aw, thanks, Dom. We like compliments." Tiffany waved as he pulled out. Brian came up behind her and kissed her. "Damn. I guess we should go too. I wanna see you race before I leave tonight." Tiffany said, completely forgetting she had yet to break the news to him.
"Leave?" Brian looked at her. She nodded. "Where you going?" He asked as they got into his car.
"Russia, Europe. I got a new drug being made and it is ready. Temp and I will be back by late tomorrow." Tiffany said, ignoring his intent stare. She was high and it didn't dawn on her the problem.
"What?? Wait." Brian objected.
"Don't worry, I'll be here until about seven tonight." She kissed him.
"You're gonna leave just like that?" Brian stared at her, almost seeming as though ignoring the road.
"The stare and drive doesn't do anything for me. Yep, just like that." Tiffany sighed.
"Yeah, I see. Obviously only one thing does stuff you." Brian muttered.
"Is that right, Mr. O'Connor?" She asked, not really sounding too mad. "Pullover. I think I'm gonna be sick." Tiffany said. Brian swerved over quickly. Tiffany opened her door and started to walk back to camp.
"What the hell Tiffany?" Brian ran after her. "Don't I have a right to be mad? Who the hell else knows? And what is up with not telling me until today?" He asked, his eyes flashing.
"Very few people know my business. That makes you one of the very few. But if you'd like to be removed from that list, I can do that." Tiffany fumed.
"You gotta be fucking kidding me." Brian put his hand on her shoulder, making her stop. "You're my girl and I expected you to be here tonight. I have a 10G race tonight. Damn it, Tiff. Just this once I needed you." Brian looked her in the eyes sincerely.
"You want a trophy girl? Go find one." Tiffany said. "You obviously have been around Dom too long. I got a job and I do it well. I let you do your thing and I expect to be able to do mine. You got the garage and I got the family business." Tiffany said. "Now, you can quit trippin and I can go watch you race or you can keep trippin and I'll keep walking and leave now." Tiffany reasoned.
"Fine, get in." Brian sighed, running a hand thorough his hair. They got in and drove to the races. He was lucky she was high was all Tiffany kept reminding herself.
At the races, Dominic was pulling in. Jordan was all smiles and happy. He was making a grand entrance. She got out of the car, ignoring her crutches and was surprised she didn't feel any pain.
"Hey Baby. Wanna race with me?" A guy asked her as she shut her door. She smiled, enjoying the attention.
"I don't race. Sorry." She laughed.
"You could. I could defiantly teach your sweet self." The guy nodded. Jordan giggled.
"Thanks but…" She was interrupted by Dominic walking over protectively.
"Beat it. She's my girl." Dominic said, his face showing anger.
"Dom, we were just talking." Jordan looked up at her boyfriend innocently.
"Don't do it again, Jordan." Dominic carried her to the group of racers and sat her on his lap. She was quiet, amazed he had gotten so mad so easily. She didn't even notice Letty standing beside them.
"See, it isn't fun is it? I remember that night clear as day." Letty said quietly to her ex boyfriend. She wasn't sounding bitchy, just being honest in her Letty way and Dominic realized this.
"Ok, I deserved that. Paybacks are a bitch for sure." Dominic sighed, knowing Letty was right on. He had done that to her over a year ago with that blonde skank Monica.
"Okay, Toretto. You in this one?" Another racer asked, flashing his money.
"Yeah, I'm in." Dominic said, not hesitating. He looked at Jordan in the eyes and turned around, his body between her legs and kissed her. She smiled.
"You still mad?" She asked, rubbing his back.
"I'm sorry. I just don't like guys drooling all you." He said in his deep voice, sending chills up her spine.
"But I'm yours." Jordan smiled, putting her sunglasses on. It was beginning to get really hot and she was glad Tiffany and Tempest had been right.
"I know. Why you think I'm so happy?" He kissed her neck. "Ok, let's talk." He lifted her chin up tenderly. He had her complete attention. "If you ride with me while I race, there are some rules." He looked at her to see if she would object. She just rubbed his back lovingly. "No talking to me. No touching the wheel or anything but the handles to hold onto. This is the real deal, not just a run on the interstate or a dirt road. I got my rep and money on this as well as your life in my hands." Dominic said, all serious. "We clear?" He asked, his shoulders tense.
"Clear." She smiled. He bent over and kissed her after putting her in the passenger side.
"And to make you drop this Letty business, Letty never once rode with me. Ever." He kissed her again and made her smile. She put the seat belt and harness on and took a deep breath as he got in. "I love you." He revved the engine and got his mindset right. She was quiet, afraid she might jolt his thoughts. She saw Brian and the rest of the crew watching from off of the side of the line up.
"I can't watch." Tej paced.
"Tej, he's the best damn driver out there." Diego said to him, trying to calm him down.
"That girl is like my baby sister though, Di. She still gots to have another surgery next week." Tej said, his nerves working on him in overtime.
"Are you two fighting?" Ice asked Tiffany, looking at Brian doing last minute checks on his car.
"He's the one with issues, not me. He's trippin on my job. He thinks it is too dangerous. As if racing is the safest thing." Tiffany muttered, making Ice shake his head. "Tell him I'll quit my job when he gives up his job." She folded her arms.
"Tiff, I need to talk to you, Chick." Tempest walked up, putting her arm around Tiffany and leading her away as they walked. She stressed the chick part and Tiffany knew what was up.
"Find her?' Tiffany asked. Tempest pointed over to the girl. Tiffany clicked her teeth, feeling sympathy for the girl who was going to get her ass beat. She noticed it was Jesse who the girl was talking to, which was adding fuel to the fire.
"How many team members are on your goal list?" Tempest tapped her target on her shoulder. "Let's make that a wish list cause it ain't gonna happen." Tempest said, her fist balled.
"I ain't tryin for him. I just wanted the 411 on Ice." The girl said.
"Oh, I got info for you." Tempest hauled off and hit her. "He's mine. All mine. You're lucky I'm the one fucking you up cause his sister can fight too." Tempest punched her again. "There's your information." Tempest knocked her to the ground as Tiffany held back one of the girl's friends.
"I'd rethink that. We fight fair at Wars and you don't wanna have to fight me." Tiffany warned the girl's friends, cracking her knuckles.
"Bitch." The girl looked at Tempest.
"Yeah, I am. Extremely proud of it, too." Tempest punched her again. "Are we fuckin clear to keep you hands off of him or do I need to explain some more?" She asked, holding the girl by the back of her neck.
"I'm clear." She said as a security gaurd walked up.
"Good. Good answer." Tempest nodded, letting go with a push away from her.
"Is there a problem?" Security asked the girl.
"No." She answered, walking off.
"I'm watchin you." The guard looked at Tempest.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." She waved as she walked off. "I feel better." She laughed. "Brian pissed?" She asked, looking at Tiffany as Dominic was finishing his race in first place, as usual.
"He'll get over it cause I got a plan for when we get back." Tiffany smiled devishly.
"Hello." Tej answered his phone.
"Tej, Man, I need you to race for me. I got at least three races in a row I gots to run." Roman said, calling from jail.
"Hell no, Bro. You know I don't do that shit anymore." Tej shook his head.
"Tej, I gave Dom my word. Come on. Please." Roman sounded desperate.
"But I didn't. Team Toretto can go down, I don't care. I'll just change my bets, yo." Tej shrugged, still bitter at Dominic. He didn't really mean it, but he was definitly bitter about the way things had happened lately.
"Tej, Man, I need you." Roman begged.
"Nope. You got yourself in this position for Di. I mean she is cool and all, so but your ass is in fuckin county, you thick headed racer." Tej scolded.
"Dude, you would do it for Jordan, right? Cut me some slack." Roman said, the one minute warning sounding on the phone.
"All right, all right. I'ma do it but you owe my ass big time." Tej hung up. "I'm gonna take Jordan wit me." He laughed to himself, getting himself stoked and ready. He walked over to Jordan, who was watching Brian race. "Hey, J, can I talk to you?" He asked, looking down. He had confidence with any other female but her.
"What sup Tej?" She asked, walking away from Dominic to make Tej more comfortable.
"I gotta race three races back to back for Rome's dumb ass and I wanted to know…if you'd ride with me." He asked, looking her in the eyes. She smiled. "I gotta admit it's been a while since I raced and I could use a good luck charm." He looked down shyly.
"Tej, you should know I would. Let's go now though." She looked towards Dominic and rolled her eyes. This would be a perfect time to sneak away.
"Thanks." Tej said, in his car. They were on another line of racing and Dominic seeing her was no longer a threat.
"Hey, no problem. You're the one who won't go shopping with me or hang out anymore." Jordan looked him deeply in his eyes.
"Damn. I love those blue eyes." Tej turned away, licking his lips. Jordan giggled. "And don't be doin that, Baby Girl." Tej scolded her.
"Stop it, Tej. I'm serious. I miss you." Jordan said.
"I miss you too but you see, Dom isn't exactly fond of us hangin together." Tej said, moving up in the line.
"He can get over it." Jordan shrugged. She was close to his face and impulsively kissed him. She pulled back, not sure what to say.
"It was as good as I dreamed." He sighed, his thoughts racing.
"I'm sorry, Tej." She looked down, embarrassed and mad at herself.
"Don't be. Let's just forget it happened." He said.
"Kinda hard too." Jordan whispered, now confused. She did love Dominic.
"Baby Girl, I'll be here if you ever decide to leave him. I'm not gonna let you leave him for me, though. That is something I can't have on my conscience. But I can guarantee I will be waiting when and if you do decide he isn't the right one." Tej looked her into her eyes and said sincerely. She nodded, biting her lip.
"Tej, I mean it. You can't keep ignoring me. It hurts when you do that. You are one of my best friends." Jordan smiled, tears in her eyes. He moved her hair out of her face and then looked concerned.
"You're hot. As in burning up." He said, rechecking her forehead. She pushed his hand away.
"I'm fine. And I'm serious, Boy." She said as they neared the starting line.
"Brian! Shit!" Dominic jumped in his car as he watched Brian's car get clipped and spin out of control. He raced towards the car that had come to a standstill. Brian wasn't getting out. Tiffany and Tempest were already heading out of town as he dialed Tiffany's cell phone. He saw the ambulance not far from behind him. Tiffany saw it was Dominic calling and looked at Tempest.
"Fuck them. We're done until tomorrow night. I'm not answering it until we get back into town." She said, turning off her phone.
"Right on. They made their beds and they wanna do their thing, they can wait til we get back. They'll be cool for 24 hours." Tempest agreed, sitting back and preparing for the long trip.
"Their problems, not ours." Tiffany said.
