It was 9:00 pm and the race would begin soon. Brian was having a bit or
trouble trying to find his keys.
"Where the hell are they" murmured Brian to himself.
Time was now racing against him too. It was now 9:35 and it would be a 30 min ride to Miami. Looking for his keys frantically he remembered that he left them in his car.
"Damn how stupid can I be" Brian was still talking to himself when he noticed something on his windshield.
"What the hell is it this time?"
While lifting up the scrap paper he noticed it was a note. Tossing it carelessly Brian went into his car thinking it may have been a prank from the neighborhood kids for he stupidly left his garage door open.
Before driving off he noticed a familiar face going into the dark. Brian knew it could not be Dom. Dom would not show up now. It's been over 5 years since his disappearance. Why would he come back now?
All that was on brains mind now was making it on time. Trying to weave in an out of traffic Brian's phone started to ring.
"Brian, where the hell are you? It's 9:55. The race starts in 5 minutes. What's taking you so long? What ha........"
"Chill on the questions. I will be there soon I just had some key problems"
"Well these key problems have to kind of end. This is the 3rd time this month. What's with you?"
"I have just had a crazy month. Let me get off the cell so I can get there on time."
"Ok you just better not loose your way getting here. I mean the way you've been."
"Don't worry I won't"
"Ok you better not.'
"I won't. I will see you in a few mins."
"Ok over and out Brian."
"Over and out." After Brian got out off the phone with Chris he noticed he was almost there.
Chris's races were only on Saturday and almost everyone showed. There were at least 3 races every time only because the pigs (police for those who didn't know) would show. Most that showed up were professionals but were no competitions for Brian. Brian competed in every race for he never liked "standing around".
When Brian pulled up he noticed less girls were there hanging around all the cars. Not that he cared but it was just unusual.
Brian's competition didn't seem too bad 3 Puerto Ricans.
"First should be easy." Brian thought to himself.
"Most of these men are too busy about their looks. Not much of a competition to me."
Brian started driving up to the starting line when one of the Puerto Ricans yelled to him.
"Hey guys its mama's boy. Are you going to cry to your mommy when you loose? Maybe you and your sorry ass piece of shit car should leave these streets."
"What's the matter your whore's ran out of skimpy outfits to wear? Or is it you ran out of money and could not pay her to stay with you?" Brian smirked whiling finishing up his sentence. He knew that one of them would soon try to land a punch.
Soon enough one of the Puerto Ricans ran straight for him. Brian ducked and as the Puerto Rican ran in to him he flipped him into the air. Not even a few seconds later he heard the glass shattering landing of the Puerto Rican who would regret going after Brian after he gained conscious,
The other two tried to run after him but the screech of the sirens stopped them from proceeding to their pain as well.
Now the streets were a sign of panic as crowds of people tried to avoid the cops and getting hurt.
"To this entire race will be postponed until tomorrow. Drive with caution all." These were the last words anyone heard from Chris if they could hear.
Brian was preoccupied with trying to escape and dodge the cops. All he needed to do was end up at the station forced to do another case or be permanently marked for illegal actions.
It seemed like hours when Brian finally found an ally way. It was dark enough to hide so he slowly backed into it waiting for the cops to pass.
Brian turned off his cars so that no one would see him as he hid.
After a while Brian got out to see where he was. As he walked down the dark ally he heard footsteps. At first Brian thought it was a cat. He walked faster until he broke into a run. Running faster and faster he saw that the ally was a dead end. Stopping at the wall he noticed that there was no way climbing it.
The only thing to do was to turn around. He saw a dark muscular figure walk closer and closer. As the man got closer he saw the man lift something. He noticed that it was a gun that the man lifted and this guy wanted to shoot him.
"Where the hell are they" murmured Brian to himself.
Time was now racing against him too. It was now 9:35 and it would be a 30 min ride to Miami. Looking for his keys frantically he remembered that he left them in his car.
"Damn how stupid can I be" Brian was still talking to himself when he noticed something on his windshield.
"What the hell is it this time?"
While lifting up the scrap paper he noticed it was a note. Tossing it carelessly Brian went into his car thinking it may have been a prank from the neighborhood kids for he stupidly left his garage door open.
Before driving off he noticed a familiar face going into the dark. Brian knew it could not be Dom. Dom would not show up now. It's been over 5 years since his disappearance. Why would he come back now?
All that was on brains mind now was making it on time. Trying to weave in an out of traffic Brian's phone started to ring.
"Brian, where the hell are you? It's 9:55. The race starts in 5 minutes. What's taking you so long? What ha........"
"Chill on the questions. I will be there soon I just had some key problems"
"Well these key problems have to kind of end. This is the 3rd time this month. What's with you?"
"I have just had a crazy month. Let me get off the cell so I can get there on time."
"Ok you just better not loose your way getting here. I mean the way you've been."
"Don't worry I won't"
"Ok you better not.'
"I won't. I will see you in a few mins."
"Ok over and out Brian."
"Over and out." After Brian got out off the phone with Chris he noticed he was almost there.
Chris's races were only on Saturday and almost everyone showed. There were at least 3 races every time only because the pigs (police for those who didn't know) would show. Most that showed up were professionals but were no competitions for Brian. Brian competed in every race for he never liked "standing around".
When Brian pulled up he noticed less girls were there hanging around all the cars. Not that he cared but it was just unusual.
Brian's competition didn't seem too bad 3 Puerto Ricans.
"First should be easy." Brian thought to himself.
"Most of these men are too busy about their looks. Not much of a competition to me."
Brian started driving up to the starting line when one of the Puerto Ricans yelled to him.
"Hey guys its mama's boy. Are you going to cry to your mommy when you loose? Maybe you and your sorry ass piece of shit car should leave these streets."
"What's the matter your whore's ran out of skimpy outfits to wear? Or is it you ran out of money and could not pay her to stay with you?" Brian smirked whiling finishing up his sentence. He knew that one of them would soon try to land a punch.
Soon enough one of the Puerto Ricans ran straight for him. Brian ducked and as the Puerto Rican ran in to him he flipped him into the air. Not even a few seconds later he heard the glass shattering landing of the Puerto Rican who would regret going after Brian after he gained conscious,
The other two tried to run after him but the screech of the sirens stopped them from proceeding to their pain as well.
Now the streets were a sign of panic as crowds of people tried to avoid the cops and getting hurt.
"To this entire race will be postponed until tomorrow. Drive with caution all." These were the last words anyone heard from Chris if they could hear.
Brian was preoccupied with trying to escape and dodge the cops. All he needed to do was end up at the station forced to do another case or be permanently marked for illegal actions.
It seemed like hours when Brian finally found an ally way. It was dark enough to hide so he slowly backed into it waiting for the cops to pass.
Brian turned off his cars so that no one would see him as he hid.
After a while Brian got out to see where he was. As he walked down the dark ally he heard footsteps. At first Brian thought it was a cat. He walked faster until he broke into a run. Running faster and faster he saw that the ally was a dead end. Stopping at the wall he noticed that there was no way climbing it.
The only thing to do was to turn around. He saw a dark muscular figure walk closer and closer. As the man got closer he saw the man lift something. He noticed that it was a gun that the man lifted and this guy wanted to shoot him.