Chapter 6: Low Blow
They pulled into Johnny garage, expecting to find Lance and some other family members and friends. What they found was shocking.
"What the." Kristine whispered from behind a statue.
"Isn't he suppose to be."
"Dead? Hell yeah. That uncover cop shot him like a year and a half ago." Kristine looked at them and then to Marcus. "I'm going."
"I'm game."
Kristine walked out into the open. All the chatter ended.
"So Johnny, you've return from the dead."
"What can I say? Death can't hold me down." He said, walking to her.
"So, did you have fun tonight?"
"What, getting Torretto back for what his buddy did to me and Lance? Yeah. I did."
"Hmm, I hope you'll remember it." Kristine pulled out a gun from the holster on her side. "Because you're fun is over."
Three of the others had guns her before she could notice. She glanced around, her hand steady, and still aimed for Johnny's heart.
"You sure you want to do this? I mean, I could tell them to fire, but why shouldn't I?" He walked right into the gun.
"What? Kill you? No, it would be too soon. I would rather see you suffer first."
He walked behind, his chest touching her back, and pulled her arm down. "I would love to see that." She commented. "Only, I would rather see to it that you suffer first." He ripped the gun from her hand and spun her around.
"Still quick witted I see."
"What, you thought my dating you would change that?"
"No. I thought your dating one of Torretto's family members would."
Kristine turned to Marcus. "You're one of Dom's people. And you were probably going to use me."
"Why would I use you?"
"I work for Intensity."
"I do too. Only I've never seen you there."
"Night worker. But not any more." Kristine turned to Johnny. "I want back in."
"Well, that's a twist." He held her-own gun to her chin. "Tell me why you should be allowed back in?"
"I got info you might find useful on the other teams." Kristine moved closer to him. "And I think we should pick up where we started."
"Come into my office. We can discuss the terms." He put the gun in his waist and led her into a side office. "Tie him up."
Kristine sat on the very edge of the desk, her legs partially open. Johnny closed the door and positioned him in front of her, allowing Kristine to wrap her legs around him.
"This desk has seen a lot." He whispered as kissed her neck and held her there, one hand on her neck, the other on her ass.
"I know." She reached under her jacket her the gun taped to her back.
He pulled her closer, permitting her to self his hardness through his pants. He slipped his hand up her skirt, caressing her thigh and moving his fingers into her panties. She sighed silently as his played with her, tugging at her clit, his finger going in and out of her.
"Too bad it's about to see something different." She said.
"What?" He pulled back enough for her to place the tip of the silencer to his chest and fired. The bullet ripped through the rib cage and pierced his heart. He looked at her as he fell to the ground.
"He always was good at finger-banging. Too bad he never got to fuck me." She stared down at him and pulled a smoke bomb from the file cabinet. "Still in the same place."
She pulled the pin and threw it out the door. She grabbed a gas mask, pulled it on and ran out.
Marcus was tied to a chair, his lip cut and eye almost swollen shut. She cut him out with her pocketknife and pulled him to her car, bullets whizzing over their heads.
She pulled off in a hurry, making random turns to lose them just in case they were following them.
"How'd you get out?" He asked.
"Let's just say I finished the cop's job."
"Oh." Marcus sat back, nodding off every so often.
"Hey Mark. You can't go to sleep. It ain't safe."
"But I'm tired. Just five minutes."
"Hell no. I still have a class to finish and you still have a romance scene to do with me."
"I knew it. You know what you want to do."
"Of course." She race off to Dom's house to find everyone else there.
Dominic came to the car and helped Marcus out.
"What happened?"
"We saw a fucking ghost." Kristine shouted.
"What?"
"Tran."
"Yeah. So you went after Lance? Are you fucking nuts?"
"Pissed off and horny is more like it. I saw Johnny."
"Johnny?" Dom pulled Marcus through the door and threw him unto the couch.
"Yeah. Alive and well." Kristine closed the door and walked around. "Shit. Shit shit shit."
"What?" Theresa looked up at Kristine with blood shot eyes.
"Johnny."
"What about him?"
"I just killed him."
"How. He's dead."
"Well the cop has a bad aim cause he was all on me about an hour and half ago."
"Damn."
Kristine looked at all the sad faces. "I'm going home."
"Wait." Britany left from by Jesse to stop her. "Don't you need someone to talk to?"
"No. I need a bottle of JD and good movie. Now move."
"Kris. Really." Sandy stood next to Britany. "That's not healthy."
"Move the fuck out of my way." Kristine pushed past both of them and to her car. The two followed her out.
"Kris, use some reason. You need to talk about it."
Kristine got in her car and left. *************
Kristine had slept for eight straight hours. That was after drinking a whole bottle of Jack Daniels with a few shots of vodka and glass of rum. The sound of glass from the front of her house is what got her up.
She grabbed her gun and walked towards her living room, her shirt sitting up on her ass. "Hello?"
A hand grabbed her from behind and slammed her into the wall.
"If you're going to kill someone, make sure they're dead." The gun was ripped from her hand and her arm broken.
"Johnny." She threw her head back, catching him in the nose, breaking it.
He stumbled back. She walked over and kicked him in the stomach, sending him on his ass. He sprang up and rammed her back into the wall, leaving a hole there.
She pulled her knee up into his stomach and punched him the jaw. He backhanded her, closed fist. She spit out the blood and punched him again. He fell to the floor. She stood over him, pulling her fist back to hit him again.
"Johnny." Lance came into the room and held the gun to her head.
She lowered her fist and stood upright. Johnny got up and starred at her.
"I think we have some unfinished business." He took the gun from Lance. "The rope."
She stood there, her chest heaving.
"You never liked sleeping in bottoms, did you?" He laughed.
"Fuck you."
He punched her, sending her flying to the floor. She hit her broken arm on her hallway table, causing a glass vase to fall.
"That's what I planned on doing to you."
Lance came back in with the rope. They traded items. Johnny pulled her arms back and tied them together.
"I brought plenty of rope for you though." He pulled her to her feet and pushed her towards her room.
He picked her up and threw her on the bed.
"Lance, keep an eye out up front, and closed the door behind you."
They pulled into Johnny garage, expecting to find Lance and some other family members and friends. What they found was shocking.
"What the." Kristine whispered from behind a statue.
"Isn't he suppose to be."
"Dead? Hell yeah. That uncover cop shot him like a year and a half ago." Kristine looked at them and then to Marcus. "I'm going."
"I'm game."
Kristine walked out into the open. All the chatter ended.
"So Johnny, you've return from the dead."
"What can I say? Death can't hold me down." He said, walking to her.
"So, did you have fun tonight?"
"What, getting Torretto back for what his buddy did to me and Lance? Yeah. I did."
"Hmm, I hope you'll remember it." Kristine pulled out a gun from the holster on her side. "Because you're fun is over."
Three of the others had guns her before she could notice. She glanced around, her hand steady, and still aimed for Johnny's heart.
"You sure you want to do this? I mean, I could tell them to fire, but why shouldn't I?" He walked right into the gun.
"What? Kill you? No, it would be too soon. I would rather see you suffer first."
He walked behind, his chest touching her back, and pulled her arm down. "I would love to see that." She commented. "Only, I would rather see to it that you suffer first." He ripped the gun from her hand and spun her around.
"Still quick witted I see."
"What, you thought my dating you would change that?"
"No. I thought your dating one of Torretto's family members would."
Kristine turned to Marcus. "You're one of Dom's people. And you were probably going to use me."
"Why would I use you?"
"I work for Intensity."
"I do too. Only I've never seen you there."
"Night worker. But not any more." Kristine turned to Johnny. "I want back in."
"Well, that's a twist." He held her-own gun to her chin. "Tell me why you should be allowed back in?"
"I got info you might find useful on the other teams." Kristine moved closer to him. "And I think we should pick up where we started."
"Come into my office. We can discuss the terms." He put the gun in his waist and led her into a side office. "Tie him up."
Kristine sat on the very edge of the desk, her legs partially open. Johnny closed the door and positioned him in front of her, allowing Kristine to wrap her legs around him.
"This desk has seen a lot." He whispered as kissed her neck and held her there, one hand on her neck, the other on her ass.
"I know." She reached under her jacket her the gun taped to her back.
He pulled her closer, permitting her to self his hardness through his pants. He slipped his hand up her skirt, caressing her thigh and moving his fingers into her panties. She sighed silently as his played with her, tugging at her clit, his finger going in and out of her.
"Too bad it's about to see something different." She said.
"What?" He pulled back enough for her to place the tip of the silencer to his chest and fired. The bullet ripped through the rib cage and pierced his heart. He looked at her as he fell to the ground.
"He always was good at finger-banging. Too bad he never got to fuck me." She stared down at him and pulled a smoke bomb from the file cabinet. "Still in the same place."
She pulled the pin and threw it out the door. She grabbed a gas mask, pulled it on and ran out.
Marcus was tied to a chair, his lip cut and eye almost swollen shut. She cut him out with her pocketknife and pulled him to her car, bullets whizzing over their heads.
She pulled off in a hurry, making random turns to lose them just in case they were following them.
"How'd you get out?" He asked.
"Let's just say I finished the cop's job."
"Oh." Marcus sat back, nodding off every so often.
"Hey Mark. You can't go to sleep. It ain't safe."
"But I'm tired. Just five minutes."
"Hell no. I still have a class to finish and you still have a romance scene to do with me."
"I knew it. You know what you want to do."
"Of course." She race off to Dom's house to find everyone else there.
Dominic came to the car and helped Marcus out.
"What happened?"
"We saw a fucking ghost." Kristine shouted.
"What?"
"Tran."
"Yeah. So you went after Lance? Are you fucking nuts?"
"Pissed off and horny is more like it. I saw Johnny."
"Johnny?" Dom pulled Marcus through the door and threw him unto the couch.
"Yeah. Alive and well." Kristine closed the door and walked around. "Shit. Shit shit shit."
"What?" Theresa looked up at Kristine with blood shot eyes.
"Johnny."
"What about him?"
"I just killed him."
"How. He's dead."
"Well the cop has a bad aim cause he was all on me about an hour and half ago."
"Damn."
Kristine looked at all the sad faces. "I'm going home."
"Wait." Britany left from by Jesse to stop her. "Don't you need someone to talk to?"
"No. I need a bottle of JD and good movie. Now move."
"Kris. Really." Sandy stood next to Britany. "That's not healthy."
"Move the fuck out of my way." Kristine pushed past both of them and to her car. The two followed her out.
"Kris, use some reason. You need to talk about it."
Kristine got in her car and left. *************
Kristine had slept for eight straight hours. That was after drinking a whole bottle of Jack Daniels with a few shots of vodka and glass of rum. The sound of glass from the front of her house is what got her up.
She grabbed her gun and walked towards her living room, her shirt sitting up on her ass. "Hello?"
A hand grabbed her from behind and slammed her into the wall.
"If you're going to kill someone, make sure they're dead." The gun was ripped from her hand and her arm broken.
"Johnny." She threw her head back, catching him in the nose, breaking it.
He stumbled back. She walked over and kicked him in the stomach, sending him on his ass. He sprang up and rammed her back into the wall, leaving a hole there.
She pulled her knee up into his stomach and punched him the jaw. He backhanded her, closed fist. She spit out the blood and punched him again. He fell to the floor. She stood over him, pulling her fist back to hit him again.
"Johnny." Lance came into the room and held the gun to her head.
She lowered her fist and stood upright. Johnny got up and starred at her.
"I think we have some unfinished business." He took the gun from Lance. "The rope."
She stood there, her chest heaving.
"You never liked sleeping in bottoms, did you?" He laughed.
"Fuck you."
He punched her, sending her flying to the floor. She hit her broken arm on her hallway table, causing a glass vase to fall.
"That's what I planned on doing to you."
Lance came back in with the rope. They traded items. Johnny pulled her arms back and tied them together.
"I brought plenty of rope for you though." He pulled her to her feet and pushed her towards her room.
He picked her up and threw her on the bed.
"Lance, keep an eye out up front, and closed the door behind you."