Chapter 10
Tuesday afternoon Liz called Dom at the garage.
"What's up?" he asked when he saw who was calling on his cell phone.
"A friend of mine invited us to dinner with her and her boyfriend."
"Invited you or invited us?" he asked.
"She invited me and said that I could bring someone . so it looks like you're that someone. So what do you say? Ready to start meeting new people?"
"Yeah, I'll be finished here in another hour. Will that be ok?" he asked.
"Perfect. I'll see you at home," Liz said before hanging up.
Home. He liked how that sounded, especially coming from Liz.
As promised, an hour later Dom jumped into his car and ran by his OLD house to grab more clothes, pulling into the driveway of the townhouse before Liz. She found him standing in the bedroom trying to figure out what to wear.
"Normally I'd just grab something and throw it on, but I guess I need to look a little nicer tonight, right?"
Liz walked over and picked up a pair of blue jeans and a white button down shirt.
Dom smiled. "You're kidding, right?" he asked hoping she wasn't.
"Nope. That'll be fine for tonight. It's just dinner, Dom. Except you need to iron your shirt."
Dom looked at the shirt and then back at Liz.
"Iron? There's nothing wrong with this shirt," he says, turning it around as if inspecting it.
"The iron and ironing board are in the guest room closet," she said as she walked into the bathroom. "Try not to burn a hole in it," she said before closing the door.
Dom shook his head and smiled. So this is what it's going to be like, he thought. He walked into the guestroom and ironed the shirt, hanging it up after he was finished. Then he joined Liz in the bathroom.
"I don't hear sirens so I take it you and the iron got along?" she joked.
He walked by her and swatted her on the ass. "Very funny," he said. "Did you leave me any hot water?" he asked, turning on the shower.
"Nope, used it all. You'll have to make do with a cold shower," she said, smiling sweetly up at him.
"You'd better be lying. Now that I'm here, no more cold showers for me," he said as he undressed and stepped under the warm spray.
A few minutes later, Liz walked over to the shower. "Hey Dom?" she asked.
"Yeah?"
She tried not to laugh as she poured a pitcher full of cold water over the shower curtain on to him.
"God damn it! What the hell was that for?" he yelled, gulping in large amounts of air and trying to recover from the shock of the cold water.
"There's your cold shower for the day," Liz teased.
Before she realized it, Dom had grabbed her and drug her into the shower with him, pinning her to the wall with his body and crushing her mouth with his. She tried fighting him but he was too big and too strong to get out of it. Not that she wanted to, but she thought that she'd struggle a little bit. When he grabbed her hands and raised them over her head, she knew she was lost. Dom assaulted her lips and then worked his way down her throat, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle nips along the way. Liz was so aroused that she would do anything that he asked her to do.
All of a sudden, Dom turns the shower onto cold and pushed her under the spray, causing her to scream at the coldness.
"Hmmm, seems you're the one who needed a cold shower, Liz, not me."
Liz tried to get out of the cold water but Dom held her there.
"Give up?" he taunted.
"Damn it Dom! Let me out! This is cold!" Liz begged.
"Give up?" he asked again.
"Yes, damn it," she said struggling against him. "I give up!"
Dom pulled her from the cold spray and laughed. "Just remember, what goes around comes around," he said before giving her a quick kiss.
They dressed for dinner and were on their way to the restaurant when Dom noticed a car following them. He couldn't get a good look at it because it stayed two cars behind him, but he knew they were there. Each time Dom changed lanes so did the other car, as if mimicking his every move. When they arrived at the restaurant, Dom pulled into the parking lot and watched in his rear-view mirror as the black Honda 2000 passed by. They were being watched. He'd have to call the guys and put them on alert.
"So these friends of yours, what do they do?" Dom asked, hoping that they weren't lawyers or something.
"Janae works at the firm with me and her boyfriend, Tim, owns a construction company."
Dom relaxed a little. Hopefully tonight wouldn't be all that bad.
An hour later, everyone was laughing and having a good time when Dom noticed Johnny and Letty walk into the restaurant. He nudged Liz under the table and she followed his line of vision. When she spotted them, she tensed up, but immediately relaxed. She didn't want Janae and Tim to notice that anything was wrong.
"If you'll excuse me for a minute," Dom said, standing and walking towards the bathroom, stopping by the phones. Once there, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed the house where Vince answered.
"Just wanted to give you a heads up that we're being watched," Dom said, watching Johnny and Letty.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Vince asked.
"They followed us to a restaurant tonight and just a few minutes ago they walked in, big as day."
"Are they THAT stupid? I mean, come on, at least be sneaky about it."
"Anything new over there?"
"Nah, we just finished dinner and Leon's washing the dishes."
"Damn, I wish I had a camera for that one," Dom said, laughing into the phone. "Listen, I'd better get back. I just wanted to let you know what was going on. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Alright brotha, watch your back when you leave. You never know what those sneaky bastards might try."
"Will do," Dom said, snapping his phone closed and making his way back to the table.
Liz leaned over and whispered, "Everything ok?"
"Yeah, I called the house and told Vince what was going on and to keep an eye out. Someone might be watching them too."
They finished their meal and left the restaurant some time later.
On the way home, Dom started laughing. "You know, I thought it'd be different."
"What would be different?"
"Meeting your friends. I guess I had pictured you socializing with the rich and famous, not regular people."
"Oh don't worry. I do have some very rich and snotty friends, but I don't hang out with them. They're more like acquaintances than friends. But don't worry, I won't throw you to them yet," she said laughing.
About that time a car pulled up on each side of them, and then a third flew into the lane in front of them, effectively blocking them in.
Liz looked over at Dom, worry written across her face.
"Get the cell phone out of my jacket and call the house."
"What are they going to do?"
"We'll just wait and see. But be prepared to hit the floor if I tell you to, got it?"
Now Liz was flat out scared.
Vince answered on the second ring.
"They didn't waste any time. Tran's got us blocked in, one on each side and one in front," Dom told him.
"Where are you?"
"About twenty minutes from Liz's place."
"You want some help?" Vince offered.
"Nah, just sit tight. I'll take care of this," Dom said before closing his phone.
Liz looked at him. "What are you planning on doing?"
"Hang on," Dom said, checking his rear-view mirror.
All of a sudden he slammed on the brakes, causing the cars to shoot out in front of him, allowing him to slip out from between them. Turning the wheel to the right, he flew across two lanes of traffic and took the closest road leading away from the main street. Knowing that it would take Tran's thugs a few seconds to realize what had just happened, he had gained the upper hand. He flew down the street, whipping in and out of traffic, barely missing several cars in the process.
He glanced in his side mirror and saw the cars coming up on him. Dom downshifted and slid around a corner to the right, causing Liz to grab the door handle to keep from being thrown into Dom. She was praying that they would make it out of this.
One of the cars opened fire, spraying bullets at them.
"GET DOWN!" Dom yelled at Liz.
She didn't have to be told twice. She slid down in the seat and Dom laid himself over the steering wheel, keeping himself as low as he possibly could but yet still see to drive.
The bullets missed their car but glass was breaking all around them from other cars being hit. Dom looked up in the mirror and saw a car that he just passed swerve into the lane behind him, running in front of Tran's thug. He hit the car broadside and an explosion followed.
Liz saw the reflection from the fireball and looked at Dom.
Before they realized it, one of the other thugs pulled up close and started shooting again. Dom turned the car to the left, shooting off onto another road, except this one was a one way street, and he was going the wrong way. He dodged several cars, narrowly missing one that was pulling out of a side street. The thug didn't turn in time and ended up hitting the other car.
Two down and one to go, Dom thought to himself.
He took a side street and thought that he had lost the third driver, but his reprieve was cut short as the other car came at him from a different side street. They were side by side and Dom saw him roll the passenger window down and pull his gun.
Slamming on the brakes, Dom slid behind the guy as he pressed the trigger, bullets flying across the hood of Dom's car and hitting the cars beside them. They were approaching an intersection and when Dom looked up, the last driver was slamming on his brakes to keep from eating the ass end of another vehicle. Dom swerved to the right and saw the thug's car flipping over the car he had just hit.
Dom slowed down and took a couple of deep breaths.
"Is it over?" Liz hopefully asked.
He checked the mirrors and not seeing anyone following them, felt a little better.
"Yeah, looks that way. You ok?" he asked, hoping that she wasn't too shaken up.
Liz straightened in her seat and closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths like Dom had done earlier. When she opened her eyes, she turned to look at him.
"Honestly, no."
He took her hand in his. "We'll be home shortly," he said, hoping that she'd be able to keep it together for a few more minutes.
Liz had never experienced anything like that before. Sure she'd seen stuff like that done on TV with stunt drivers and everything, but this was real life. They had been chased down and shot at. They had almost died tonight and it was her fault. It was her fault because Dom had refused to stop seeing her. Letty warned them but Dom wasn't going to play her game. And because of that fact, they were almost killed.
Tuesday afternoon Liz called Dom at the garage.
"What's up?" he asked when he saw who was calling on his cell phone.
"A friend of mine invited us to dinner with her and her boyfriend."
"Invited you or invited us?" he asked.
"She invited me and said that I could bring someone . so it looks like you're that someone. So what do you say? Ready to start meeting new people?"
"Yeah, I'll be finished here in another hour. Will that be ok?" he asked.
"Perfect. I'll see you at home," Liz said before hanging up.
Home. He liked how that sounded, especially coming from Liz.
As promised, an hour later Dom jumped into his car and ran by his OLD house to grab more clothes, pulling into the driveway of the townhouse before Liz. She found him standing in the bedroom trying to figure out what to wear.
"Normally I'd just grab something and throw it on, but I guess I need to look a little nicer tonight, right?"
Liz walked over and picked up a pair of blue jeans and a white button down shirt.
Dom smiled. "You're kidding, right?" he asked hoping she wasn't.
"Nope. That'll be fine for tonight. It's just dinner, Dom. Except you need to iron your shirt."
Dom looked at the shirt and then back at Liz.
"Iron? There's nothing wrong with this shirt," he says, turning it around as if inspecting it.
"The iron and ironing board are in the guest room closet," she said as she walked into the bathroom. "Try not to burn a hole in it," she said before closing the door.
Dom shook his head and smiled. So this is what it's going to be like, he thought. He walked into the guestroom and ironed the shirt, hanging it up after he was finished. Then he joined Liz in the bathroom.
"I don't hear sirens so I take it you and the iron got along?" she joked.
He walked by her and swatted her on the ass. "Very funny," he said. "Did you leave me any hot water?" he asked, turning on the shower.
"Nope, used it all. You'll have to make do with a cold shower," she said, smiling sweetly up at him.
"You'd better be lying. Now that I'm here, no more cold showers for me," he said as he undressed and stepped under the warm spray.
A few minutes later, Liz walked over to the shower. "Hey Dom?" she asked.
"Yeah?"
She tried not to laugh as she poured a pitcher full of cold water over the shower curtain on to him.
"God damn it! What the hell was that for?" he yelled, gulping in large amounts of air and trying to recover from the shock of the cold water.
"There's your cold shower for the day," Liz teased.
Before she realized it, Dom had grabbed her and drug her into the shower with him, pinning her to the wall with his body and crushing her mouth with his. She tried fighting him but he was too big and too strong to get out of it. Not that she wanted to, but she thought that she'd struggle a little bit. When he grabbed her hands and raised them over her head, she knew she was lost. Dom assaulted her lips and then worked his way down her throat, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle nips along the way. Liz was so aroused that she would do anything that he asked her to do.
All of a sudden, Dom turns the shower onto cold and pushed her under the spray, causing her to scream at the coldness.
"Hmmm, seems you're the one who needed a cold shower, Liz, not me."
Liz tried to get out of the cold water but Dom held her there.
"Give up?" he taunted.
"Damn it Dom! Let me out! This is cold!" Liz begged.
"Give up?" he asked again.
"Yes, damn it," she said struggling against him. "I give up!"
Dom pulled her from the cold spray and laughed. "Just remember, what goes around comes around," he said before giving her a quick kiss.
They dressed for dinner and were on their way to the restaurant when Dom noticed a car following them. He couldn't get a good look at it because it stayed two cars behind him, but he knew they were there. Each time Dom changed lanes so did the other car, as if mimicking his every move. When they arrived at the restaurant, Dom pulled into the parking lot and watched in his rear-view mirror as the black Honda 2000 passed by. They were being watched. He'd have to call the guys and put them on alert.
"So these friends of yours, what do they do?" Dom asked, hoping that they weren't lawyers or something.
"Janae works at the firm with me and her boyfriend, Tim, owns a construction company."
Dom relaxed a little. Hopefully tonight wouldn't be all that bad.
An hour later, everyone was laughing and having a good time when Dom noticed Johnny and Letty walk into the restaurant. He nudged Liz under the table and she followed his line of vision. When she spotted them, she tensed up, but immediately relaxed. She didn't want Janae and Tim to notice that anything was wrong.
"If you'll excuse me for a minute," Dom said, standing and walking towards the bathroom, stopping by the phones. Once there, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed the house where Vince answered.
"Just wanted to give you a heads up that we're being watched," Dom said, watching Johnny and Letty.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Vince asked.
"They followed us to a restaurant tonight and just a few minutes ago they walked in, big as day."
"Are they THAT stupid? I mean, come on, at least be sneaky about it."
"Anything new over there?"
"Nah, we just finished dinner and Leon's washing the dishes."
"Damn, I wish I had a camera for that one," Dom said, laughing into the phone. "Listen, I'd better get back. I just wanted to let you know what was going on. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Alright brotha, watch your back when you leave. You never know what those sneaky bastards might try."
"Will do," Dom said, snapping his phone closed and making his way back to the table.
Liz leaned over and whispered, "Everything ok?"
"Yeah, I called the house and told Vince what was going on and to keep an eye out. Someone might be watching them too."
They finished their meal and left the restaurant some time later.
On the way home, Dom started laughing. "You know, I thought it'd be different."
"What would be different?"
"Meeting your friends. I guess I had pictured you socializing with the rich and famous, not regular people."
"Oh don't worry. I do have some very rich and snotty friends, but I don't hang out with them. They're more like acquaintances than friends. But don't worry, I won't throw you to them yet," she said laughing.
About that time a car pulled up on each side of them, and then a third flew into the lane in front of them, effectively blocking them in.
Liz looked over at Dom, worry written across her face.
"Get the cell phone out of my jacket and call the house."
"What are they going to do?"
"We'll just wait and see. But be prepared to hit the floor if I tell you to, got it?"
Now Liz was flat out scared.
Vince answered on the second ring.
"They didn't waste any time. Tran's got us blocked in, one on each side and one in front," Dom told him.
"Where are you?"
"About twenty minutes from Liz's place."
"You want some help?" Vince offered.
"Nah, just sit tight. I'll take care of this," Dom said before closing his phone.
Liz looked at him. "What are you planning on doing?"
"Hang on," Dom said, checking his rear-view mirror.
All of a sudden he slammed on the brakes, causing the cars to shoot out in front of him, allowing him to slip out from between them. Turning the wheel to the right, he flew across two lanes of traffic and took the closest road leading away from the main street. Knowing that it would take Tran's thugs a few seconds to realize what had just happened, he had gained the upper hand. He flew down the street, whipping in and out of traffic, barely missing several cars in the process.
He glanced in his side mirror and saw the cars coming up on him. Dom downshifted and slid around a corner to the right, causing Liz to grab the door handle to keep from being thrown into Dom. She was praying that they would make it out of this.
One of the cars opened fire, spraying bullets at them.
"GET DOWN!" Dom yelled at Liz.
She didn't have to be told twice. She slid down in the seat and Dom laid himself over the steering wheel, keeping himself as low as he possibly could but yet still see to drive.
The bullets missed their car but glass was breaking all around them from other cars being hit. Dom looked up in the mirror and saw a car that he just passed swerve into the lane behind him, running in front of Tran's thug. He hit the car broadside and an explosion followed.
Liz saw the reflection from the fireball and looked at Dom.
Before they realized it, one of the other thugs pulled up close and started shooting again. Dom turned the car to the left, shooting off onto another road, except this one was a one way street, and he was going the wrong way. He dodged several cars, narrowly missing one that was pulling out of a side street. The thug didn't turn in time and ended up hitting the other car.
Two down and one to go, Dom thought to himself.
He took a side street and thought that he had lost the third driver, but his reprieve was cut short as the other car came at him from a different side street. They were side by side and Dom saw him roll the passenger window down and pull his gun.
Slamming on the brakes, Dom slid behind the guy as he pressed the trigger, bullets flying across the hood of Dom's car and hitting the cars beside them. They were approaching an intersection and when Dom looked up, the last driver was slamming on his brakes to keep from eating the ass end of another vehicle. Dom swerved to the right and saw the thug's car flipping over the car he had just hit.
Dom slowed down and took a couple of deep breaths.
"Is it over?" Liz hopefully asked.
He checked the mirrors and not seeing anyone following them, felt a little better.
"Yeah, looks that way. You ok?" he asked, hoping that she wasn't too shaken up.
Liz straightened in her seat and closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths like Dom had done earlier. When she opened her eyes, she turned to look at him.
"Honestly, no."
He took her hand in his. "We'll be home shortly," he said, hoping that she'd be able to keep it together for a few more minutes.
Liz had never experienced anything like that before. Sure she'd seen stuff like that done on TV with stunt drivers and everything, but this was real life. They had been chased down and shot at. They had almost died tonight and it was her fault. It was her fault because Dom had refused to stop seeing her. Letty warned them but Dom wasn't going to play her game. And because of that fact, they were almost killed.
