Chapter 12
Sunday afternoon Liz and Dom went over to Tim's house where he and Janae were having a bar-b-que for some of their friends. Since Dom had already met them he wasn't as nervous as he was the other night.
Liz introduced him around and when the subject of his employment came up, he told everyone the truth that he was a mechanic and owned a garage. Nobody looked down their noses at him and nobody thought less of him because of that.
Everyone was having a good time until one of the guys recognized his name.
"Toretto," he said. "Where have I heard that name before?" he asked.
Before Dom could say a word, he figured it out.
"Dominic Toretto," he said to Dom as if he didn't know is own name. "I hear you race," he said.
This was what Dom was trying to avoid. He didn't want his illegal racing activities brought up.
When Liz noticed Dom looking around the group, she understood.
"Don't worry, there's no cops here, Dom. I might have friends who are upstanding citizens, but cops they are not," she said.
Several guys gathered around and Dom found himself talking about cars for the next couple of hours. Liz would wander up every now and then, giving Dom the extra confidence he needed to deal with their new friends. And friends they became. As a matter of fact, he had several prospective clients in the works. A few of them had older vehicles, like the Dodge Charger he had sitting in the garage at his house, and wanted Dom to take a look at them.
On their way home, Liz asked Dom if he had a good time.
"Yeah but I was a little worried when they started talking about racing. That's a part of my life I'm trying to get away from."
"But don't you see, Dom. You'll never be able to escape that. It's part of you. It's been part of your life for so long that you're not a nobody. You might not have made a name for yourself in some circles, but in others, you own them."
Dom laughed at that.
"Laugh if you want, Dom. You can't escape that part of your life unless you pack up and move to another state."
"Ok, where do you want to go?" Dom asked.
Liz laughed. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Then I guess we're staying here because I'm not going anywhere without you," Dom stated. "But I have been thinking about something lately."
"What's that?"
"After Race Wars, I'm getting out of it."
Liz looked at him like he was crazy.
"Well, let me rephrase that. I've been thinking about going legit, maybe try to get on the NIRA circuit or something. I've talked to Hector about it and he's trying to break in. He said that he's been around it for a little while which is why he's not racing with us and he seems to think that I'd do pretty good over there. Some of the guys mentioned it today when we were talking. And since I'm on a roll with making changes, why not add that one to the list? The money won't be as good, but at least it beats getting thrown in jail for doing it illegally."
"I thought they banned you from the track after what happened," she said.
"Five years," he said with a smile.
"But everyone thinks that it's for life," Liz commented.
"That's what I let them think," he said. "I figured that I'd spend the rest of my days racing illegally and was happy with it. I didn't want them hassling me to go legit, so I didn't say anything. But now," Dom says thoughtfully, "things are different. I don't want to worry each week that the cops are finally going to get me. You've showed me that I can still be myself and race, but it'll be legal."
Liz was hoping that he'd do this but hadn't said anything, just like she hadn't said anything about any of the things Dom was changing. All she did was give him the courage to do it.
The week seemed to fly by, bringing Race Wars closer, and in turn, whatever Tran had planned. Dom had talked to Hector several times over the course of the week and he still hadn't heard anything, which was starting to worry Dom. While the guys worked on their cars, Mia and Liz packed the trailers that they would be taking.
Friday arrived and still they had heard nothing. They arrived at the abandoned airstrip and sat up the trailers that would serve as their temporary homes for the weekend. Hector and his guys met them a little while later and set up their camp nearby. He'd have his guys spread around, keeping an eye on things.
Friday night came and went with no signs of trouble, but he did spot Letty and Tran milling around. They kept their distance but they were always there, watching. Dom never let Liz go anywhere without him. She and Mia had wandered around the grounds, talking to some of their friends, but the guys were always with them.
Saturday dawned with cloudy skies and Liz didn't like the feeling in the air. She knew that something was going to happen, but had no idea what. There were so many scenarios running through her mind that it was starting to get to her.
The guys jumped in their cars and got in line, waiting for their turns to race while Liz and Mia stayed with Hector and a few of his guys, sitting under the canopies that they had put together earlier. Liz was nervous and asked Hector to go with her so she could see Dom.
Dom was sitting in his car talking to the guys on their 2-way radios when he saw Liz approaching. He unlocked the passenger door and she climbed in.
"What is it? Did you hear something?" he asked.
"No, but I know that something's going to happen Dom. I just don't know what. The guys watched the cars last night so that's not it, but there's something else. I just can't put my finger on it," she said.
Dom leaned over and gently kissed her. "Don't worry about it, Liz. I don't know what they've got planned, but we'll be ready for it when they finally show themselves."
"I just can't shake this feeling I have," she said, tears welling up in her eyes. "Please don't race, Dom."
Framing her face with his hands, he looked into her eyes. "Liz, I have to do this. Once this weekend is over, I'm done. I haven't told the others about my plans, but when we're finished here, I'll tell them. But I have to race, Liz. I have to go out on top," he said.
"But you already are," she pleaded. "Please Dom, please don't do this," she cried.
He wiped the tears away that were rolling down her cheeks and then kissed her.
"Go back with Hector, Liz. I'll be over there in a little bit," he told Liz.
Liz got out of the car and walked with Hector back to the canopies where she joined Mia.
"What is it Liz? What's wrong?" Mia asked when she saw how upset Liz was.
"I don't know, Mia. I just have this feeling. I tried to talk Dom out of racing, but he won't listen," she said, trying to control her emotions.
They sat together and watch as Leon and Vince win their races, and then Dom pulled up to the line.
Dom sat in his car and thought about what Liz had said. Maybe she was right, maybe he shouldn't race. He'd heard enough about women's intuition that he knew they had a sixth sense about things. But he HAD to do this. He had to have this one last weekend here, and then he'd be done with it.
Looking over at the other driver, Dom set the price ... five grand. The other driver nodded and showed Dom the roll of cash he had, and Dom did the same. The guy standing between the cars saw that the drivers were ready, raised his arms and then quickly dropped them.
Dom wanted to have some fun so he let the other guy get a little ahead of him, and then he went to work. Pushing his car to the limit, he quickly changed gears and caught up to the guy. Changing gears again, Dom flew by the guy. He never even touched his NOS button. He crossed the line and slowed down a bit.
That's when everything went wrong.
His windshield shattered, sending glass in every direction. Dom took his hands from the wheel to keep glass from flying into his eyes and when he did, the car started spinning uncontrollably. Dom tried his best to gain control, but it was too much. He was spinning towards the concrete barriers at the end of the track. The last thing that went through Dom's mind was that he never told Liz that he loved her.
The girl's cheers for Dom winning quickly turned to screams of horror as they watched Dom lose control of his car and spin into the barriers. Vince and Leon had just made it back to the canopy when they saw what happened.
Liz started running full force down the track towards Dom's battered car, praying that he was still alive. Leon was right behind her.
"Liz stop!" he yelled, grabbing her arm.
"No Leon! I have to get to him!" she cried.
"Look," he said, pointing towards the end of the track. "The fire trucks and paramedics are on their way. Come back and I'll drive down there," he said.
Knowing that he was right, they ran to his car. In a matter of seconds, they were there and she was flying out of his car, rushing over to where Dom was pinned inside of his car.
"Excuse me, miss. Please move back so we can work!" a fireman yelled at her.
She saw him lying over his steering wheel, dazed and confused. Leon ran over to where she was and held onto her. Liz started screaming and crying, telling them to get him out.
Vince pulled up with Mia in his car, followed by Hector and a few of his guys. They all gathered where Liz and Leon were and saw the wreckage. Mia started crying and Vince had to hold her back.
Hector walked around and looked at the car. Something wasn't right. Dom had started spinning after he crossed the line, but what had caused it? He knew that nothing was wrong with the car ... they had checked it several times before the race, so something must have happened after.
He turned and looked around the area, even walked back towards the finish line to see if he could see something there. Nothing. It just didn't fit. Why would he lose control all of a sudden? He wandered around a bit, and then something caught his eye. An empty bullet casing. He walked over and picked it up, finding it still warm to the touch. Those fuckers, he thought. He yelled over to his guys and when they heard, they came running.
"See this?" he asked, holding up the casing.
"Start searching," he said. They didn't have to be told twice.
The guys spread out and milled through the crowd that had started to gather at that end of the track. Hector noticed one of Tran's guys going the other way, away from everything.
Hector whistled to his guys and then pointed at the thug. In a few seconds, they had him surrounded. Before he could get another shot off, the guys had him down on the ground and were working him over pretty good. Nobody was paying any attention to them because their focus was on Dom. Once they had beat the guy unconscious, a car pulled up and they threw him into the trunk. They'd take care of him, but not until after they got some answers.
The firemen were working to get Dom out of the car as fast as they could, but it wasn't fast enough for Liz and Mia. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. Once they got the door wedged open, the paramedics rushed in, taking his vitals and assessing the situation. They immediately slid a neck brace on him to keep his neck immobile. They didn't know if his neck or back was broken. Once the backboard arrived, they gently pulled Dom from the car, laying him on it so they could get to work.
The paramedics worked on him for a few minutes, making sure he had no broken bones, and cleaning the superficial wounds he had received from the flying glass.
Liz made her way over and held his hand as the paramedics continued working.
"Dom, I'm here sweetheart," she softly said.
"Liz?" he asked.
"I'm here Dom. The paramedics are working on you. Your car spun out of control and you hit the concrete wall."
"I heard something pop and then the glass shattered," Dom said.
It was then that Liz realized what had happened. "I'll be right back," she said and then ran to where Leon, Vince and Mia were standing together.
"Dom's ok but he remembered hearing a pop right before the windshield shattered," she said.
"Which means that someone tried to take him out after the race," Vince said.
"Where's Hector?" Liz asked.
They glanced around and didn't see him, but he was just there a few seconds ago. Leon searched the crowd and spotted him.
"Be right back," he said before he took off after him.
Liz went back over to where Dom was now sitting up.
"Leon just went to find Hector. I think we've figured out what happened," Liz told him, not wanting to say anything until they were all together.
Liz stayed with Dom until the paramedics declared that he was fit enough to leave on his own, and then they joined Mia and Vince. Dom looked at his car and knew he was lucky it wasn't any worse. As it was, the passenger side was the only thing damaged, besides the windshield. They'd have to replace the front and rear quarter-panels along with the door and bumpers, but at least the car wasn't totaled.
Leon had finally made his way back from talking with Hector, so Dom slid into Leon's car and everyone drove back to the trailers, where Hector was meeting them.
"Any word?" Dom asked while sitting on one of the picnic tables.
"Yeah," Hector answered. "Seems that one of Tran's guys took a shot at you and then tried to haul ass. I found this," he said as he handed Dom the bullet casing, "and then saw the guy trying to leave."
"And?" Dom asked.
"The guys grabbed him and we've got him stashed nearby. He hasn't offered up any information yet, but they're working on it."
Slowly rising from the table, Dom said, "Take me there."
"Dom, please think about this. You're in no condition to do anything right now," Mia pleaded.
Ignoring her pleas, he walked to Hector's car and got in with Leon and Vince following in their cars. Hector left a few of his guys with the girls, just in case.
The guys had stashed the thug on another part of the abandoned airport so it didn't take long for them to arrive.
"Anything?" Dom asked as he approached the group of guys who were standing around.
"Nothing yet. Man, do they train these guys to take a beating?" one of them asked. They had worked him over pretty good in the short time they had him.
Dom walked over to the guy who was sitting on the ground, hands tied behind his back, duct tape over his mouth, and leaned down to him.
"I'm only going to ask you one time, and if you don't give me the answer I'm looking for, you won't get another chance," he angrily said. "I know that Tran ordered the hit on me, but what I want to know is why. So here's your chance . either tell me what I want to know or you won't see the light of day again," Dom stated, then ripped the tape from his mouth.
The guy just sat there and stared at the group, as if memorizing each and every one of them.
"So, you planning on telling me what I want to know?" Dom asked.
The thug didn't say a word.
Dom looked towards Hector and held his hand out. Hector pulled a small revolver from his waistband and handed it to him. Dom took the gun and emptied all of the bullets from the chamber, except for one.
He leaned down and picked the guy up by his shirt and placed the gun at his temple.
"You ready to talk?" Dom spat.
"Fuck you!" the guy yelled.
"Fuck me?" Dom asked. "We'll see about that," he calmly said before pulling the trigger.
Nothing.
"Want to go again?" Dom asked.
The guy started sweating, fear creeping into his features, now realizing that Dom wasn't going to let this go.
"Tell me," he said.
The thug didn't say a word.
Dom pulled the trigger a second time.
Nothing.
The guy broke. "Alright! I'll tell you what you want to know!" he said, hoping that he hadn't waited too long.
Dom lowered the pistol and looked at him. "Talk," he said.
Sunday afternoon Liz and Dom went over to Tim's house where he and Janae were having a bar-b-que for some of their friends. Since Dom had already met them he wasn't as nervous as he was the other night.
Liz introduced him around and when the subject of his employment came up, he told everyone the truth that he was a mechanic and owned a garage. Nobody looked down their noses at him and nobody thought less of him because of that.
Everyone was having a good time until one of the guys recognized his name.
"Toretto," he said. "Where have I heard that name before?" he asked.
Before Dom could say a word, he figured it out.
"Dominic Toretto," he said to Dom as if he didn't know is own name. "I hear you race," he said.
This was what Dom was trying to avoid. He didn't want his illegal racing activities brought up.
When Liz noticed Dom looking around the group, she understood.
"Don't worry, there's no cops here, Dom. I might have friends who are upstanding citizens, but cops they are not," she said.
Several guys gathered around and Dom found himself talking about cars for the next couple of hours. Liz would wander up every now and then, giving Dom the extra confidence he needed to deal with their new friends. And friends they became. As a matter of fact, he had several prospective clients in the works. A few of them had older vehicles, like the Dodge Charger he had sitting in the garage at his house, and wanted Dom to take a look at them.
On their way home, Liz asked Dom if he had a good time.
"Yeah but I was a little worried when they started talking about racing. That's a part of my life I'm trying to get away from."
"But don't you see, Dom. You'll never be able to escape that. It's part of you. It's been part of your life for so long that you're not a nobody. You might not have made a name for yourself in some circles, but in others, you own them."
Dom laughed at that.
"Laugh if you want, Dom. You can't escape that part of your life unless you pack up and move to another state."
"Ok, where do you want to go?" Dom asked.
Liz laughed. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Then I guess we're staying here because I'm not going anywhere without you," Dom stated. "But I have been thinking about something lately."
"What's that?"
"After Race Wars, I'm getting out of it."
Liz looked at him like he was crazy.
"Well, let me rephrase that. I've been thinking about going legit, maybe try to get on the NIRA circuit or something. I've talked to Hector about it and he's trying to break in. He said that he's been around it for a little while which is why he's not racing with us and he seems to think that I'd do pretty good over there. Some of the guys mentioned it today when we were talking. And since I'm on a roll with making changes, why not add that one to the list? The money won't be as good, but at least it beats getting thrown in jail for doing it illegally."
"I thought they banned you from the track after what happened," she said.
"Five years," he said with a smile.
"But everyone thinks that it's for life," Liz commented.
"That's what I let them think," he said. "I figured that I'd spend the rest of my days racing illegally and was happy with it. I didn't want them hassling me to go legit, so I didn't say anything. But now," Dom says thoughtfully, "things are different. I don't want to worry each week that the cops are finally going to get me. You've showed me that I can still be myself and race, but it'll be legal."
Liz was hoping that he'd do this but hadn't said anything, just like she hadn't said anything about any of the things Dom was changing. All she did was give him the courage to do it.
The week seemed to fly by, bringing Race Wars closer, and in turn, whatever Tran had planned. Dom had talked to Hector several times over the course of the week and he still hadn't heard anything, which was starting to worry Dom. While the guys worked on their cars, Mia and Liz packed the trailers that they would be taking.
Friday arrived and still they had heard nothing. They arrived at the abandoned airstrip and sat up the trailers that would serve as their temporary homes for the weekend. Hector and his guys met them a little while later and set up their camp nearby. He'd have his guys spread around, keeping an eye on things.
Friday night came and went with no signs of trouble, but he did spot Letty and Tran milling around. They kept their distance but they were always there, watching. Dom never let Liz go anywhere without him. She and Mia had wandered around the grounds, talking to some of their friends, but the guys were always with them.
Saturday dawned with cloudy skies and Liz didn't like the feeling in the air. She knew that something was going to happen, but had no idea what. There were so many scenarios running through her mind that it was starting to get to her.
The guys jumped in their cars and got in line, waiting for their turns to race while Liz and Mia stayed with Hector and a few of his guys, sitting under the canopies that they had put together earlier. Liz was nervous and asked Hector to go with her so she could see Dom.
Dom was sitting in his car talking to the guys on their 2-way radios when he saw Liz approaching. He unlocked the passenger door and she climbed in.
"What is it? Did you hear something?" he asked.
"No, but I know that something's going to happen Dom. I just don't know what. The guys watched the cars last night so that's not it, but there's something else. I just can't put my finger on it," she said.
Dom leaned over and gently kissed her. "Don't worry about it, Liz. I don't know what they've got planned, but we'll be ready for it when they finally show themselves."
"I just can't shake this feeling I have," she said, tears welling up in her eyes. "Please don't race, Dom."
Framing her face with his hands, he looked into her eyes. "Liz, I have to do this. Once this weekend is over, I'm done. I haven't told the others about my plans, but when we're finished here, I'll tell them. But I have to race, Liz. I have to go out on top," he said.
"But you already are," she pleaded. "Please Dom, please don't do this," she cried.
He wiped the tears away that were rolling down her cheeks and then kissed her.
"Go back with Hector, Liz. I'll be over there in a little bit," he told Liz.
Liz got out of the car and walked with Hector back to the canopies where she joined Mia.
"What is it Liz? What's wrong?" Mia asked when she saw how upset Liz was.
"I don't know, Mia. I just have this feeling. I tried to talk Dom out of racing, but he won't listen," she said, trying to control her emotions.
They sat together and watch as Leon and Vince win their races, and then Dom pulled up to the line.
Dom sat in his car and thought about what Liz had said. Maybe she was right, maybe he shouldn't race. He'd heard enough about women's intuition that he knew they had a sixth sense about things. But he HAD to do this. He had to have this one last weekend here, and then he'd be done with it.
Looking over at the other driver, Dom set the price ... five grand. The other driver nodded and showed Dom the roll of cash he had, and Dom did the same. The guy standing between the cars saw that the drivers were ready, raised his arms and then quickly dropped them.
Dom wanted to have some fun so he let the other guy get a little ahead of him, and then he went to work. Pushing his car to the limit, he quickly changed gears and caught up to the guy. Changing gears again, Dom flew by the guy. He never even touched his NOS button. He crossed the line and slowed down a bit.
That's when everything went wrong.
His windshield shattered, sending glass in every direction. Dom took his hands from the wheel to keep glass from flying into his eyes and when he did, the car started spinning uncontrollably. Dom tried his best to gain control, but it was too much. He was spinning towards the concrete barriers at the end of the track. The last thing that went through Dom's mind was that he never told Liz that he loved her.
The girl's cheers for Dom winning quickly turned to screams of horror as they watched Dom lose control of his car and spin into the barriers. Vince and Leon had just made it back to the canopy when they saw what happened.
Liz started running full force down the track towards Dom's battered car, praying that he was still alive. Leon was right behind her.
"Liz stop!" he yelled, grabbing her arm.
"No Leon! I have to get to him!" she cried.
"Look," he said, pointing towards the end of the track. "The fire trucks and paramedics are on their way. Come back and I'll drive down there," he said.
Knowing that he was right, they ran to his car. In a matter of seconds, they were there and she was flying out of his car, rushing over to where Dom was pinned inside of his car.
"Excuse me, miss. Please move back so we can work!" a fireman yelled at her.
She saw him lying over his steering wheel, dazed and confused. Leon ran over to where she was and held onto her. Liz started screaming and crying, telling them to get him out.
Vince pulled up with Mia in his car, followed by Hector and a few of his guys. They all gathered where Liz and Leon were and saw the wreckage. Mia started crying and Vince had to hold her back.
Hector walked around and looked at the car. Something wasn't right. Dom had started spinning after he crossed the line, but what had caused it? He knew that nothing was wrong with the car ... they had checked it several times before the race, so something must have happened after.
He turned and looked around the area, even walked back towards the finish line to see if he could see something there. Nothing. It just didn't fit. Why would he lose control all of a sudden? He wandered around a bit, and then something caught his eye. An empty bullet casing. He walked over and picked it up, finding it still warm to the touch. Those fuckers, he thought. He yelled over to his guys and when they heard, they came running.
"See this?" he asked, holding up the casing.
"Start searching," he said. They didn't have to be told twice.
The guys spread out and milled through the crowd that had started to gather at that end of the track. Hector noticed one of Tran's guys going the other way, away from everything.
Hector whistled to his guys and then pointed at the thug. In a few seconds, they had him surrounded. Before he could get another shot off, the guys had him down on the ground and were working him over pretty good. Nobody was paying any attention to them because their focus was on Dom. Once they had beat the guy unconscious, a car pulled up and they threw him into the trunk. They'd take care of him, but not until after they got some answers.
The firemen were working to get Dom out of the car as fast as they could, but it wasn't fast enough for Liz and Mia. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. Once they got the door wedged open, the paramedics rushed in, taking his vitals and assessing the situation. They immediately slid a neck brace on him to keep his neck immobile. They didn't know if his neck or back was broken. Once the backboard arrived, they gently pulled Dom from the car, laying him on it so they could get to work.
The paramedics worked on him for a few minutes, making sure he had no broken bones, and cleaning the superficial wounds he had received from the flying glass.
Liz made her way over and held his hand as the paramedics continued working.
"Dom, I'm here sweetheart," she softly said.
"Liz?" he asked.
"I'm here Dom. The paramedics are working on you. Your car spun out of control and you hit the concrete wall."
"I heard something pop and then the glass shattered," Dom said.
It was then that Liz realized what had happened. "I'll be right back," she said and then ran to where Leon, Vince and Mia were standing together.
"Dom's ok but he remembered hearing a pop right before the windshield shattered," she said.
"Which means that someone tried to take him out after the race," Vince said.
"Where's Hector?" Liz asked.
They glanced around and didn't see him, but he was just there a few seconds ago. Leon searched the crowd and spotted him.
"Be right back," he said before he took off after him.
Liz went back over to where Dom was now sitting up.
"Leon just went to find Hector. I think we've figured out what happened," Liz told him, not wanting to say anything until they were all together.
Liz stayed with Dom until the paramedics declared that he was fit enough to leave on his own, and then they joined Mia and Vince. Dom looked at his car and knew he was lucky it wasn't any worse. As it was, the passenger side was the only thing damaged, besides the windshield. They'd have to replace the front and rear quarter-panels along with the door and bumpers, but at least the car wasn't totaled.
Leon had finally made his way back from talking with Hector, so Dom slid into Leon's car and everyone drove back to the trailers, where Hector was meeting them.
"Any word?" Dom asked while sitting on one of the picnic tables.
"Yeah," Hector answered. "Seems that one of Tran's guys took a shot at you and then tried to haul ass. I found this," he said as he handed Dom the bullet casing, "and then saw the guy trying to leave."
"And?" Dom asked.
"The guys grabbed him and we've got him stashed nearby. He hasn't offered up any information yet, but they're working on it."
Slowly rising from the table, Dom said, "Take me there."
"Dom, please think about this. You're in no condition to do anything right now," Mia pleaded.
Ignoring her pleas, he walked to Hector's car and got in with Leon and Vince following in their cars. Hector left a few of his guys with the girls, just in case.
The guys had stashed the thug on another part of the abandoned airport so it didn't take long for them to arrive.
"Anything?" Dom asked as he approached the group of guys who were standing around.
"Nothing yet. Man, do they train these guys to take a beating?" one of them asked. They had worked him over pretty good in the short time they had him.
Dom walked over to the guy who was sitting on the ground, hands tied behind his back, duct tape over his mouth, and leaned down to him.
"I'm only going to ask you one time, and if you don't give me the answer I'm looking for, you won't get another chance," he angrily said. "I know that Tran ordered the hit on me, but what I want to know is why. So here's your chance . either tell me what I want to know or you won't see the light of day again," Dom stated, then ripped the tape from his mouth.
The guy just sat there and stared at the group, as if memorizing each and every one of them.
"So, you planning on telling me what I want to know?" Dom asked.
The thug didn't say a word.
Dom looked towards Hector and held his hand out. Hector pulled a small revolver from his waistband and handed it to him. Dom took the gun and emptied all of the bullets from the chamber, except for one.
He leaned down and picked the guy up by his shirt and placed the gun at his temple.
"You ready to talk?" Dom spat.
"Fuck you!" the guy yelled.
"Fuck me?" Dom asked. "We'll see about that," he calmly said before pulling the trigger.
Nothing.
"Want to go again?" Dom asked.
The guy started sweating, fear creeping into his features, now realizing that Dom wasn't going to let this go.
"Tell me," he said.
The thug didn't say a word.
Dom pulled the trigger a second time.
Nothing.
The guy broke. "Alright! I'll tell you what you want to know!" he said, hoping that he hadn't waited too long.
Dom lowered the pistol and looked at him. "Talk," he said.
