Puerto Vallerta, Mexico
"I know we have to do this Justin, I just don't see why exactly we have to join Dominic's team, there have to be thousands of other teams in Mexico that are just as good," Beth grumbled from underneath the hood of her car, she might be saying the words, but she didn't believe them.
No one was as good as Dominic Toretto.
"Yeah you do Beth, no one else around here comes close to having the money Dom does, and you know it. Now chill the hell out and get my damned car running right so we can win this race," Justin ordered, knowing full well that it was easier to order his sister around than argue with her.
"There's no way in hell this car is going to be in racing condition by tomorrow. Especially since we're stuck down here in the backwoods of fucking Mexico and I can get a hold of decent bolts for the tranny Justin."
"No problem, we'll use the Mustang."
"Justin, my Mustang hasn't raced since I got pregnant with the twins. Do you really think it's ready to go out against Dominic Toretto?"
"Sure, I've been working on it for a while now. Even replaced the NOS tanks."
"You've been working on my fucking car without my permission? Excuse me Justin who died and said you could touch my car, much less the NOS tanks?"
"Me, considering I knew this was going to happen. I mean did you really think you were going to spend all this time down in Mexico and not end up running into Dom?" Justin looked as if he were about to start laughing at anytime.
"No, I didn't, but I also didn't plan on having to fucking race him to get on his team. Then come to find out not only do I have to race him, but my twin brother, and best fucking friend in the world has decided to shove us together," Beth rambled, getting more pissed by the moment. "Not to mention how long do you think it'll take Dom to find out about the twins once he does his prerequisite background check?"
"Dom's not gonna find out about the kids Beth, you know and I know that any sort of Internet access spells certain jail time for him. Not to mention I don't really understand why you don't want him to know in the first place!" Justin yelled back.
"Well let's see there's the little fact that although he didn't know I was pregnant, I was three months along when he finally told me 'hey baby, guess what I'm getting back with Letty,'" Beth did her best imitation of Dominic before adding "That fucking hurt Justin. It was the only reason I decided to head back for the endless hills in Kentucky."
"Don't blame Kentucky for us being on the run. You were the one who was supposed to be on the look out for cops!"
"How the hell was I supposed to know that D was a narc, fuck Justin we'd known him since we were six!"
"And before he decided he wanted to "come back to his roots" he'd joined the police force. What did you just think we were gonna get away with jacking cars to make ends meet forever?"
"No, I thought we'd do it 'til we had enough money to go legit...and still race on the side."
"Look Beth, this the only way, you know it and I know it. We race Dom's team, they let us in, we get the money to bring the kids down," Justin informed her hitting it where he knew it would hurt worst.
"And you think Dom's not going to think it's weird that I have kids named Dominic Devlin and Mia Angelina?" Beth snorted as she reached for a wrench.
"Why should he ever know? Angel and Devlin haven't gone by their real names since they were born," Justin shrugged, handing the wrench over to his sister.
"What the hell ever Justin. Besides, what makes you think you're going to win against Dom anyway? Sure you can beat most of the amateurs back in Kentucky, and the guys we've raced down here aren't even worth mentioning, but this is Dominic Toretto, best of the best."
"'Cause I'm not driving mi amiga, you are," Justin smirked, running a clean grease rag over his bald head.
"Por Favor? Did you just fucking say I'm driving?" Beth growled, glaring at her brother through green eyes.
"Look Beth, there's no way I can beat Toretto, you know it and I know it. As far as I know you're the only person who's even come close, and that's because he taught you most every goddamned thing you know," Justin told her flat out.
"Justin, shit like I told you before I haven't raced since I got pregnant with the twins. At first it was cause I couldn't...then, well it just hurt too damned much to race without Dom," Beth admitted with a shuddering sigh.
"C'mon little sis, you need to practice, then you can shove what you know back in Dom's face when the race is over," Justin goaded wrapping his arm around his twin and turning her towards the garage.
Beth playfully slaps her brother as they walk, "Listen you asshole, just cause you're like two seconds older than me doesn't make me your little sister, that privilege belongs to Marlena."
"Two seconds is two seconds in the grand scheme of things," Justin joked glad to see the smile back on his sisters face.
***
"Mia! Get out here now!" Dom demanded from under the hood of the now cherry red Supra, "And bring Spillner with ya!"
"What is it Dom?" Mia grumbled, as she walked out of the house with Brian in tow.
Hours after Dom had raced off in the Supra Brian had resigned his position with the LAPD and camped out on Mia's doorstep, literally, he was there 24 hours a day until Mia had finally given in and listened to what he had to say.
Then they'd had to get to know one another all over again. Finally six months ago they both felt it was safe enough to meet up with Dom in Baja. They hadn't been back to the states since.
"What do you know about the.." He took a second to look down at the sheet of paper in his hand, "Rodriguz twins?"
"Julio and Justina, they're like 22 or 23, have made themselves quite a name since they've been on the lam down here," Leon piped in as he rolled out from under the car.
"They any good?" Brian asked quietly. He had the feeling he knew what was going on in Dom's head and if this was the case then they needed to know as much as they could.
"Julio is about as good as Edwin and RJ were, I've never seen the sister drive, but from what I understand she's an angel under the hood. Kinda reminiscent of Jesse," Leon smiled.
"Did I hear someone compare a chick to me?" Jesse stuttered making his way from the makeshift garage they had built out in the desert.
Jesse hadn't died after all, and since the cops could never attach him to any of the hijackings he'd gotten off with no trouble. He and Vince had joined Dom, Letty, and Leon down in Mexico a year ago and never looked back.
Letty had taken off shortly afterward saying she was sick of Dom's shit, but in reality Dom knew it was because she was just tired of Dom muttering another woman's name in his sleep.
A woman he'd never been quite able to forget. Another angel under the hood.
Vince had finally realized he was never going to get with Mia and left as soon as Mia and Brian had joined them down in Mexico.
So now his team was down two drivers, and a couple of damned good mechanics. Brian helped fill the void, but you just couldn't replace experience.
"Dom, her name is Justina not Beth," Mia warned gently laying a hand on her brother's arm.
"I know Mia, I know, Beth's a whole other world away. I screwed that up a long time ago," Dom sighed.
"Who's Beth?" Brian was puzzled, this was a new name on him.
"Just some girl I used to like that I screwed things up with. We don't mention her ever again, got that?" Dom ordered his eyes turning hard as rocks.
"I'll explain things when we get inside," Mia whispered dragging her boyfriend away.
"So what's this all about Dom?" Leon was intrigued. It looked as if there was a challenge set, but he wasn't for sure.
"They wanna met up with us tomorrow night. Something about having a proposition for us," Dom muttered before turning back to the engine.
***
"You ready to go?" Justin asked wiping his hands on his jeans.
"I'll follow you in like ten minutes Justin, I wanna change, plus if Dom doesn't know it's me doing the driving, it'll startle the hell out of him," Beth explained, heading back towards the door.
"Ya know, you're onto something. I'll see you in ten," Justin spun out in his red RX-7.
"If I show," Beth whispered, leaning against the wall.
This was it, tonight Dom would find out what had happened to that summer fling he'd had so many years ago. Maybe he'd like what he saw, maybe not. At this point in time Beth didn't really care.
She didn't love Dominic Toretto anymore.
Or so she tried to tell herself.
Oh who the hell was she kidding. She'd love Dominic 'til the day she died. No other man could compare. Mia had once told her Dom was like gravity, everything was pulled to him, she was right. No one could resist Dominic.
Glancing down at her watch Beth realized more than ten minutes had passed since Justin had left, "Fuck it, he can wait another five, I'm not gonna face Dom in dirty coveralls."
***
"I know we have to do this Justin, I just don't see why exactly we have to join Dominic's team, there have to be thousands of other teams in Mexico that are just as good," Beth grumbled from underneath the hood of her car, she might be saying the words, but she didn't believe them.
No one was as good as Dominic Toretto.
"Yeah you do Beth, no one else around here comes close to having the money Dom does, and you know it. Now chill the hell out and get my damned car running right so we can win this race," Justin ordered, knowing full well that it was easier to order his sister around than argue with her.
"There's no way in hell this car is going to be in racing condition by tomorrow. Especially since we're stuck down here in the backwoods of fucking Mexico and I can get a hold of decent bolts for the tranny Justin."
"No problem, we'll use the Mustang."
"Justin, my Mustang hasn't raced since I got pregnant with the twins. Do you really think it's ready to go out against Dominic Toretto?"
"Sure, I've been working on it for a while now. Even replaced the NOS tanks."
"You've been working on my fucking car without my permission? Excuse me Justin who died and said you could touch my car, much less the NOS tanks?"
"Me, considering I knew this was going to happen. I mean did you really think you were going to spend all this time down in Mexico and not end up running into Dom?" Justin looked as if he were about to start laughing at anytime.
"No, I didn't, but I also didn't plan on having to fucking race him to get on his team. Then come to find out not only do I have to race him, but my twin brother, and best fucking friend in the world has decided to shove us together," Beth rambled, getting more pissed by the moment. "Not to mention how long do you think it'll take Dom to find out about the twins once he does his prerequisite background check?"
"Dom's not gonna find out about the kids Beth, you know and I know that any sort of Internet access spells certain jail time for him. Not to mention I don't really understand why you don't want him to know in the first place!" Justin yelled back.
"Well let's see there's the little fact that although he didn't know I was pregnant, I was three months along when he finally told me 'hey baby, guess what I'm getting back with Letty,'" Beth did her best imitation of Dominic before adding "That fucking hurt Justin. It was the only reason I decided to head back for the endless hills in Kentucky."
"Don't blame Kentucky for us being on the run. You were the one who was supposed to be on the look out for cops!"
"How the hell was I supposed to know that D was a narc, fuck Justin we'd known him since we were six!"
"And before he decided he wanted to "come back to his roots" he'd joined the police force. What did you just think we were gonna get away with jacking cars to make ends meet forever?"
"No, I thought we'd do it 'til we had enough money to go legit...and still race on the side."
"Look Beth, this the only way, you know it and I know it. We race Dom's team, they let us in, we get the money to bring the kids down," Justin informed her hitting it where he knew it would hurt worst.
"And you think Dom's not going to think it's weird that I have kids named Dominic Devlin and Mia Angelina?" Beth snorted as she reached for a wrench.
"Why should he ever know? Angel and Devlin haven't gone by their real names since they were born," Justin shrugged, handing the wrench over to his sister.
"What the hell ever Justin. Besides, what makes you think you're going to win against Dom anyway? Sure you can beat most of the amateurs back in Kentucky, and the guys we've raced down here aren't even worth mentioning, but this is Dominic Toretto, best of the best."
"'Cause I'm not driving mi amiga, you are," Justin smirked, running a clean grease rag over his bald head.
"Por Favor? Did you just fucking say I'm driving?" Beth growled, glaring at her brother through green eyes.
"Look Beth, there's no way I can beat Toretto, you know it and I know it. As far as I know you're the only person who's even come close, and that's because he taught you most every goddamned thing you know," Justin told her flat out.
"Justin, shit like I told you before I haven't raced since I got pregnant with the twins. At first it was cause I couldn't...then, well it just hurt too damned much to race without Dom," Beth admitted with a shuddering sigh.
"C'mon little sis, you need to practice, then you can shove what you know back in Dom's face when the race is over," Justin goaded wrapping his arm around his twin and turning her towards the garage.
Beth playfully slaps her brother as they walk, "Listen you asshole, just cause you're like two seconds older than me doesn't make me your little sister, that privilege belongs to Marlena."
"Two seconds is two seconds in the grand scheme of things," Justin joked glad to see the smile back on his sisters face.
***
"Mia! Get out here now!" Dom demanded from under the hood of the now cherry red Supra, "And bring Spillner with ya!"
"What is it Dom?" Mia grumbled, as she walked out of the house with Brian in tow.
Hours after Dom had raced off in the Supra Brian had resigned his position with the LAPD and camped out on Mia's doorstep, literally, he was there 24 hours a day until Mia had finally given in and listened to what he had to say.
Then they'd had to get to know one another all over again. Finally six months ago they both felt it was safe enough to meet up with Dom in Baja. They hadn't been back to the states since.
"What do you know about the.." He took a second to look down at the sheet of paper in his hand, "Rodriguz twins?"
"Julio and Justina, they're like 22 or 23, have made themselves quite a name since they've been on the lam down here," Leon piped in as he rolled out from under the car.
"They any good?" Brian asked quietly. He had the feeling he knew what was going on in Dom's head and if this was the case then they needed to know as much as they could.
"Julio is about as good as Edwin and RJ were, I've never seen the sister drive, but from what I understand she's an angel under the hood. Kinda reminiscent of Jesse," Leon smiled.
"Did I hear someone compare a chick to me?" Jesse stuttered making his way from the makeshift garage they had built out in the desert.
Jesse hadn't died after all, and since the cops could never attach him to any of the hijackings he'd gotten off with no trouble. He and Vince had joined Dom, Letty, and Leon down in Mexico a year ago and never looked back.
Letty had taken off shortly afterward saying she was sick of Dom's shit, but in reality Dom knew it was because she was just tired of Dom muttering another woman's name in his sleep.
A woman he'd never been quite able to forget. Another angel under the hood.
Vince had finally realized he was never going to get with Mia and left as soon as Mia and Brian had joined them down in Mexico.
So now his team was down two drivers, and a couple of damned good mechanics. Brian helped fill the void, but you just couldn't replace experience.
"Dom, her name is Justina not Beth," Mia warned gently laying a hand on her brother's arm.
"I know Mia, I know, Beth's a whole other world away. I screwed that up a long time ago," Dom sighed.
"Who's Beth?" Brian was puzzled, this was a new name on him.
"Just some girl I used to like that I screwed things up with. We don't mention her ever again, got that?" Dom ordered his eyes turning hard as rocks.
"I'll explain things when we get inside," Mia whispered dragging her boyfriend away.
"So what's this all about Dom?" Leon was intrigued. It looked as if there was a challenge set, but he wasn't for sure.
"They wanna met up with us tomorrow night. Something about having a proposition for us," Dom muttered before turning back to the engine.
***
"You ready to go?" Justin asked wiping his hands on his jeans.
"I'll follow you in like ten minutes Justin, I wanna change, plus if Dom doesn't know it's me doing the driving, it'll startle the hell out of him," Beth explained, heading back towards the door.
"Ya know, you're onto something. I'll see you in ten," Justin spun out in his red RX-7.
"If I show," Beth whispered, leaning against the wall.
This was it, tonight Dom would find out what had happened to that summer fling he'd had so many years ago. Maybe he'd like what he saw, maybe not. At this point in time Beth didn't really care.
She didn't love Dominic Toretto anymore.
Or so she tried to tell herself.
Oh who the hell was she kidding. She'd love Dominic 'til the day she died. No other man could compare. Mia had once told her Dom was like gravity, everything was pulled to him, she was right. No one could resist Dominic.
Glancing down at her watch Beth realized more than ten minutes had passed since Justin had left, "Fuck it, he can wait another five, I'm not gonna face Dom in dirty coveralls."
***