CHAPTER 10- Bad Ideas

Dom's P.O.V

"WHAT THE HELL?" I yelled as another cop began to read me my rights. Murder? What the hell? Who was dead? Who had framed me? What the fuck was going on?

I sat in the interrogation room cuffed. It had been bout a half hour since anyone had been in to the room. I was confused as hell and wanted to know what was going on.

"Dominic, I'm Sergeant Bilkins of the FBI. You have been arrested for the murder of Mark Allgood" he began sitting on the chair in front of me. He was a tall black guy, with a big gut, greyish hair; he wasn't wearing a uniform--obviously high up in the world.

"Who the hell is Mark Allgood?" I asked, I didn't know any Mark Allgood. What the hell was all this?

"Mark Allgood, husband of Stacey Allgood, maiden name Smith." He explained. Stacey's husband, what the fuck?

"I don't know what the hell is going on but I wanna know right now" I said angrily.

"Mark Allgood was found a few hours ago in his home in Mexico. He was shot several times at close range. The bullets in him belong to a gun that is registered in your name. It was bought three days ago in a shop in Mexico, Cancun" he said reading from the file that lay open in front of him.

"Well, you better check the camera in that shop cause it wasn't me. I haven't been to Mexico in like 9 months" I said plainly.

"Thanks for the idea, but we're already checking them" he said sarcastically.

"Where were you in the early hours of this morning?" He asked.

"Like I told the other hundred cops that have asked me, with Shannon, I don't know her last name. I've given them her address; she will tell you I was with her" I told him aggravated at answering the same questions. A young officer in uniform entered the room.

"Sir, can I speak to you outside?" he asked.

I had been sitting in this same room for what seemed like an eternity. Bilkins had left and not returned. A uniformed cop had come in and stood by the door, obviously to stop me from leaving.

He was like 5'3 and skinny as shit; if I wanted to leave he wouldn't stop me, unless he shot me.

Bilkins entered the room again followed by Brian. "What the fuck is going on?" I asked standing up.

I was so fucking pissed off. I had been told that I had shot Mark. I had no idea what the hell was going on, no one would tell me anything. Stacey needed to be told about Mark and we needed to get to the bottom of this and no one was doing anything!

"Hey man" Brian said "chill out."

"FUCK NO BRIAN I WON'T CHILL OUT. ARE YOU STILL A COP? ARE YOU HELPING HIM?" I yelled at him.

"I'm not a cop anymore" Brian told me "Bilkins called me in to help sort this out…" I sat down again, calming down and hoping I was about to get some answers. "Tran's back" Brian said once I had sat down.

"He bought the gun in Mexico" Bilkins told me.

"So what the hell am I still doing here then?" I asked standing up.

"There's more…" Brian began "Jade's been found, Stacey-less."

"There were signs of a struggle" Bilkins said "and she hasn't returned home."

"What?" I asked sitting down again. I rubbed my hands over my forehead. "Do you think he has her?" I asked not looking at either of them with my hands still over my face.

I already knew the answer; I just had to hear it. I knew he had her, tied up somewhere, doing god knows what to her, waiting for me to come rescue her so he could get his revenge on me for killing Lance. He was so gonna fucking pay; this time I'd make sure he was dead. Tran killed Jesse, so I took Lance's life--an eye for an eye and all that.

"We think so" Bilkins answered.

"You know where he is?" I asked looking at him.

"We are checking motels, old friends of his" Bilkins replied. "You need to be at home in case he calls. As soon as he does, we will trace it, find him, and get her back."

"Why do you wanna help? What's in it for you?" I asked. He seemed too eager to help. He obviously knew Brian, probably worked with him trying to nail my ass for the hijackings. They had no proof but I'm sure they would find something to throw my behind in jail again. I wasn't going back to jail, no way…no way in hell.

"Tran shot a cop on the Highway, happened to be a very close friend of mine; I want his ass in a cell or dead just as much as you do" Bilkins told me leaning on the table. "Two enemies have to join forces to take down a mutual enemy" he added offering his hand for me to shake.

"I have a real bad idea" I told him taking his hand and shaking it. "And I think it might work."

Stacey's P.O.V

What the fuck? Where was I? My head hurt so bad. I opened my eyes but everything was blurry. I needed to stretch, my bones ached. I tried to but couldn't--I was tied up.

God the crash, Johnny Tran, he put a cloth to my face, that's the last thing I remembered.

"Hey sleepy head" I looked up to see Tran standing in front of me holding a gun. "I thought you were never gonna wake up. I knew chloroform was good but it knocked you out for like 3 hours."

"Tran, what's goin on?" I asked drowsily. "What are you doing?"

"It's nothing personal" he began "I just want my revenge on Dom. He killed Lance, and put me in the hospital for two months, with the help of his little cop friend. I've taken you, so he will come looking for you, and the moment he walks through that door I'm gonna blow his head off."

"You killed Jesse, you're even" I told him.

"Not even close" Tran told me through gritted teeth.

I looked around--we were in some kind of hotel room. It was quite posh, clean, and spacious. I was tied to a chair in the middle of the room, the curtains were drawn, the door bolted.

Someone would have called the cops by now…I had set that car alarm off, my car was still in the side of it with no trace of me. The police would find it, know it was mine (had been in a little trouble in her before). They'd go round to find me, Jordan would tell them I was supposed to be on my way home and hadn't shown up yet, then they'd look other places for me and realise I was missing.

"I went looking for him in Mexico" Tran told me "But when I got to your house only your husband was there. He wasn't very cooperative so I shot him with this gun" he said admiring it "that's registered to Dominic Toretto. You got some nice neighbours too--will do anything for money, like tell me where you are and tell the cops they saw Dom leaving moments after the shots were fired."

What the hell was he talking about? This was all to much to take in. Mark was dead? He was an arsehole but he didn't deserve to die. Tran had framed Dom for it? This was well and truly screwed up.

"He's not gonna come looking for me then is he?" I asked Tran "you just framed Dom for shooting an ex cop. The cops will have his ass in a cell by now" I explained to Tran. "Your plan won't work you fucking dick." I wasn't afraid of him. So he had a gun. If he was gonna shot me, he was gonna shot me, there wasn't anything I could do about it.

He use to fancy me too. He was the one who told me about Dom and his sister, hoping I'd break up with Dom and get with him. Again, that plan didn't work.

I kinda hoped he still had a soft spot for me; maybe I could get it to work to my advantage.

"Shut up bitch" he said slapping me across the face. "They will let him out on bail or whatever" he said trying to make out as if that was part of his plan or something.

"And if they don't?" I asked as he walked to the window and opened the curtain slightly to look out of the window. Light shinned through so I knew it was morning. How long had I been here?

"Then your no use to me so you'll just have to die" he said casually.

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