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CHAPTER 11 – Memories and Phone Calls.

Dom's P.O.V

"So my plan is to ask Tia for help, she might know where Tran is" I explained sitting on the window ledge looking out at the cars that drove past.

"Dom, are you fucking nuts?" Vince growled at me. "What makes you think she is gonna help you? What if she is in on it?" he added. It had been about an hour since I'd been home. Bilkins thought my idea was the only shot we had.

Everything Vince was saying I had already thought about. The rest of the Team kept quiet knowing my mind was made up and that it was our only chance of getting Stacey back.

Bilkins offered his services on the Tia side, said he could get a team of guys to find and question her, but I knew they wouldn't need to. Tia felt bad for what we did to Stacey. She had been waiting for a way to pay her back and this was it.

"Do you even know where Tia is?" Mia asked softly.

"Bilkins did a search, she lives in Mexico, and he gave us her number" I explained to her. "All I gotta do is call" I said holding up the phone that was in my hand.

"You're fucking stupid" Vince told me pointing a finger in my face.

"LOOK TRAN HAS STACEY AND I'M GONNA DO WHATEVER I NEED TO DO TO GET HER BACK" I yelled at him getting up.

I walked out of the living room through to the kitchen and in to the garden. I sat on the table my feet on the bench. Vince was right it was a bad idea but it was the only idea I had; I had to try it.

I walked up to Tran's house locking the car with my fob on the way. I knocked and waited a couple of minutes. We were meeting to talk about the next hijacking. It had been going well but I was beginning to think we were getting too cocky.

The door opened and Tia stood there, hair in a towel, a silk gown on. "Johnny around?" I asked.

"No. He and Lance had some stuff they had to take care of. He shouldn't be long. You can come in and wait if you want?" she told me widening the door.

"Thanks" I said walking in.

I sat in the living room on the couch with the Corona Tia had offered me waiting for Tran to arrive. She was doing her hair upstairs getting ready to go out with Stacey shopping. I had been there a good half hour and there was no sign of him. I got my cell phone out of my pocket and dialled Tran's number.

"Where are you?" I asked when he had answered.

"Give me a half hour" he answered before hanging up. I had already been there half an hour; I might as well wait another half hour. I climbed the stairs to go for a pee, and I walked down the hall past all the other doors to the bathroom. I passed Tia's room. The door was open slightly and I could see her changing into her jeans. I don't know why but I stood and stared. She had a gorgeous body, not as good as Stacey's though. Tia was a little too thin for me. Stacey was slim but had the curves in all the right places.

"Like what you see?" she asked. She had seen me in her mirror.

"Sorry" I said continuing to the bathroom. I took a pee then stood looking at myself in the mirror trying to pluck up the courage to leave the bathroom. I took a deep breath then opened the door.

Tia stood leaning on the bathroom door in just her underwear. "Want to see more?" she asked me.

Stacey and I hadn't been the same since I'd beat up Kevin Linder, about 3 months before; we hadn't been physical in 3 months either. It didn't matter who it was, I just wanted to get off. So I threw myself at her, kissing her passionately.

I came out of my daydream and began to dial Tia's number.

"Hello?"

Stacey's P.O.V

Tran had left about and hour ago, said he'd be back in a while. I was still tied up but not on the chair. I managed to persuade him that I could do no harm just handcuffed so he untied my legs from the chair so I could walk around.

When he left the room I heard him speak to someone outside so I knew he had people watching the door. I looked through the spy hole in the door and saw two beefy guys stood on either side of the door. I went to the window and pulled back the curtain. The sun hurt my eyes and I had to close them for a second to let them adjust to the light. I was quite high up--probably 4th or 5th floor--so the window was a bad idea.

There was a phone on the cabinet beside the bed. I figured he would have pulled the line out but decided it was worth a shot. My hands were cuffed behind me so I lifted the receiver in my mouth and placed it down quietly, I didn't want the guys from outside to come in. I dialled the Toretto's number hoping I had remembered it right. It was engaged! HELLO I'M MISSING HERE, TRYING TO CALL, GET OFF THE DAMN PHONE! I screamed in my head. Roman. Roman, I could call Roman, tell him.

"Hi. You've reached Roman and Jordan, we are too busy to answer so leave a message and if you're hot we might get back to you" Roman's voice said. Does anyone care that I might be ringing?

"Roman, it's me Stacey. I need your help. Johnny Tran has taken me, he wants Dom here. He's looking for Dom, and I don't know where I am. All I can tell you is I'm in some kind of hotel or apartment building, on the 4th or 5th floor, the curtains are drawn, there are two big guys guarding the door. Rome, I'm scared I need your help. Don't call this number, trace it or take it to Dom. Please help me. Make sure Junior's safe!" I whispered in to the phone. FUCK Tran was outside again I could hear him talking. I picked up the receiver with my mouth and placed it back on the phone. The door opened and Tran walked in carrying MacDonald's bags.

"Hungry?" he asked me sitting beside me on the bed after placing the drinks on the cabinet beside the bed.

"Yeah thanks" I said taking a burger off him.

We ate in silence. I couldn't figure him out. One minute he was being Mr Kidnapper, and then he was Mr Nice. He was confusing. Being around him made me think of Tia and Dom, which I didn't need to be thinking about now.

I sat on the bonnet of Jade; she was sky blue back then, same words on her though. I was so fucking angry with myself, and Dom and Tia. I heard Dom's car pull up on the empty car park. It was dusk; the sun was setting behind the ocean.

"We haven't been here in ages" I said when I heard his footsteps stop beside the car.

"Yeah well things have changed" he said. Damn straight they have! I told myself jumping off the car. "I got your note. What's up?" I had left a note on the fridge in the house saying: we need to talk, meet me at our spot.

It had been about a week since Mia's 18th birthday block party, the night he told me he loves me. I avoided him for a couple of days to sort my head out. We had been talking for a few days now and things where getting better. Well, at least I thought they were.

"This is a time when you need to be really clear on what you say" I told him. He commented, saying he liked that line and was gonna use it sometime. "I'M FUCKING SERIOUS DOM!" I screamed at him tears filling my eyes. They were anger and sorrow tears; I just couldn't figure which one was stronger.

"What's wrong?" he asked walking towards me his arms open.

"Don't touch me" I said through gritted teeth "I know Dom, I know about you and Tia". He looked at his feet knowing he had been caught. "I got a call a couple days ago, telling me they had seen you at it. I didn't believe them at first, but then I gave myself time to think about it and I realised they were telling the truth!" I explained to him.

"Who told you?" he asked looking at me for the first time.

"Just tell me how long it's been going on? And don't lie to me; you've done enough of that already" I said to him refusing to let the tears fall.

"About 4 months" he told me.

"So the whole 'I love you' thing was cause you felt guilty?" I asked him.

"No…" he began walking towards me again, I took a step back and he stopped "I said it because I meant it" he said.

"how can you mean it Dom? Your sleeping with my best friend and have been for four fucking months!" I yelled at him.

"it was stupid I know that."

"stupid? that's an understatement!"

"she DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING TO ME!"

"SHE OBVIOUSLY MEANT ENOUGH TO YOU TO JEOPARDISE US!"

"I'm sorry, god I'm sorry. Things have changed between us and I needed to feel needed, wanted."

"I need you, I want you. All you had to do was talk to me. NOT STICK YOUR DICK IN THE FIRST GIRL AROUND!"

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah, you already said that but it don't mean shit." He kept quiet and I don't know why but I felt sorry for him, he didn't deserve it. He had cheated on me and all I wanted to do was take him in my arms and tell him I love him. But I wasn't going to do that, I had to be strong "when was the last time?" I asked not really wanting to know the answer.

"Mia's birthday" he said quietly.

"What?" I asked him not hearing him right.

"Mia's birthday" he said loudly.

"What! The night you told me you love me?"

"You ran out on me so fast I didn't think you felt the same. Tia was there for me physically, I needed it. You've been pushing me away ever since I beat up Kevin Linder" he told me.

He was right--I had been distancing myself from him but it was cause I feared him. Seeing him lose it the way he did with Kevin scared the shit out of me. We all knew he was going to prison for it and I didn't want to lose him, so I was pushing him away to save myself the heart ache--but I got it anyway.

"Don't you dare blame this on me!" I told him.

"I'm not. I'm just trying to explain."

"There's nothing to explain Dom, it's over. Tia can come visit you inside, write you letters, think about you every day, cry when you get sent down, cause I'm not gonna do it" I said walking around the car to the drivers side.

"Wait no" he said as I got in the car. He got in to the passenger side.

We sat in the car talking for about 7 hours. He cried, poured his heart out to me, explained he was afraid of going to jail, scared of losing me and his life. He said I could be angry and hate him when he had gone inside, but if I stopped talking to him now he didn't think he could take it, it might send him over the edge.

In the end I forgave him, I know I was a fool but I forgave him anyway. I told myself I forgave him, but I didn't. Things were never the same, until he got out of prison. I didn't care what he had done, I was just glad he was home.