Chapter 64 - Girls can shop.
Dom was starting to feel like some sort of pack animal. He had bags upon bags of stuff that he was carrying around for Torrie while she continued to shop with wild abandon. He hadn't known any one person could buy so much stuff or spend so much money in one sitting. It seemed she was as much in her element in warm pants and his high school jacket in New York shopping on 5th Avenue as she was in her much less conservative clothes standing next to her car waiting to slaughter somebody who'd run his mouth on the street at the warehouse. The strange thing about Torrie was that she was as much in her element there as she was at the warehouse. She looked like she belonged on 5th avenue shopping for high fashion. But Dom knew she looked like she belonged on his arm and in his car around races too. Belonged racing her own car. She was a fitting queen to his king. She ruled the streets with grace, and she was almost as impossible to beat as he was.
She'd bought a blue dress shirt for Vince. She said it matched his eyes. Dom tried not to point out the last time he'd seen Vince dressed up in any form had been when they'd gone to their senior prom. That had been quite a few years ago.
She'd bought Mia shoes. Torrie said they were Prada and that made them special. She'd told him that Mia would flip. Dom had almost flipped when he'd seen how much the shoes were. But he kept his opinion on buying shoes that cost more then some cars he'd seen for sale to himself. Mia was the fashion queen. No doubt if the shoes were the height of fashion Mia would love them. Dom also pretended not to notice that Torrie had picked out more then one pair for Mia and a few for herself at the same time. He had to remind himself that they could afford to go crazy every now and again.
He groaned when he realized that he was going to have to carry three more bags of stuff when she was done. It was getting out of hand. She'd already gone to FAO Schwarz and bought Jesse a bunch of games for the PS2, and some model cars, and then at one of the many clothing stores they'd gone to she'd gotten him some tee shirts and jeans she thought he'd like.
She'd gotten Leon 'the cutest little thing' which had been a die cast skyline in yellow that had a button on the bottom that when pressed lit up lights inside the car and the headlights. She'd also gotten Leon some jersey tank tops with various New York related things on them. She'd gotten Vince something else and he hadn't caught what it was. Dom figured it was intentional, like she didn't want him to know what she'd gotten Vince.
If that was the case Dom was predicting trouble when ever she got home and Torrie gave Vince her gifts. He'd predict that Chris was not going to be pleased. Dom figured he might have to call Mia and make sure the peace was kept. He didn't want to find out that Torrie and Chris had had a cat fight on the front lawn. Something was going to come to a head there and Dom didn't know how or what. It worried him when he let himself think about it.
By the time he had thought of all that Torrie had finished with her Prada purchases and she'd handed him the 4 additional bags she wanted him to carry and had rushed headlong out of the store and was off down the street to the next store that looked interesting.
"Torrie, slow down."
"I'm just trying to get to the next store Dom. I'm not going that fast."
"I have like a hundred of your bags here so go easy on me."
"Come on Dom. It's not that many." She laughed at him.
"Well, they're heavy ok. You bought some heavy stuff at the toy store."
"But you're so big. Surely you can handle it." He gave her a dirty look. "Oh yeah, I forgot. You're getting old. Would you like to find somewhere to stop for a sit down break and an Ensure?" She giggled at him.
"I'll show you old when I get to set this stuff down."
"I'm sure you will." She purred at him then started off toward Saks.
"What do THEY sell?" Dom asked, almost whining. He'd never dreamed she'd want to do SO much shopping when he offered. She'd been at it forever it seemed and he was ready to stop.
"They sell stuff I might wish to buy. I still have to find some stuff for Letty you know. She's not as easy to shop for as Mia."
"How is it you and Letty get along? I never figured that out. You almost killed each other the first time you ever met and now you're like best friends."
"Well, she was bound to figure you that you're not exactly the best catch in the world at some point. Once she had that figured out we were bound to get alone. We have most of the same interests. She's basically lived the life I wish I had. She got to build cars and race them right from her childhood."
"So I'm a bad catch am I?" Dom looked slightly hurt.
"No, just not for her. Once she got past wanting you because she'd always had you and realized that the two of you weren't good for each other anymore things were bound to be fine. You know she really likes Brian's friend?"
"Really?" Dom found that slightly hard to believe.
"Really." Torrie confirmed.
"But he has the worst looking car I've ever seen."
"Yeah, but Letty doesn't and maybe it doesn't matter to her what his car looks like."
"Not matter to Letty what someone drives?"
"Ok, so it likely matters but Brian says that Rome's car is really quite fast. No fast like your car but fast."
"You say that like you know how it's not faster then my car." Dom narrowed his eyes and waited expectantly for Torrie to answer.
"Well." She trailed off.
"Well what Torrie?"
"Well, maybe one of those times I raced your car he decided that he wanted to try and beat me and I kicked his ass." Torrie looked slightly chagrined at admitting she'd raced his car again.
Dom laughed. He was glad that she'd kicked the other man's ass, even if it was with his car. Much as he wanted Letty to be happy there was a small part of him that still hated to see her with another man. Not that he wanted her back but he was use to thinking of Letty as his girl. Even though she wasn't anymore he'd told her that he'd take care of her for life and he'd meant it. As long as Rome was good to Letty then Dom would let it go. But he still wanted to make sure that he was always the best racer and that he had a better car too.
"You're not too mad about me racing your car are you?" Torrie asked as they walked down the sidewalk toward the place where they'd left the car.
"I'm finding it funnier and funnier the more I think about it but you really should have asked me first."
"I guess I should have. But the look on your face was priceless when you found out about it." Torrie giggled.
"I'm glad you find me so amusing." Dom answered as he popped the trunk of the car and started setting the bags into it. She'd bought so much stuff that some of it had to go into the back seat. When Torrie saw it all in the car and saw how much room it took up in the car she realized just how much she'd asked Dom to carry. It was a good thing he was so strong. They got it all loaded in and then took off.
"I didn't know how much stuff you were carrying Dom. Was it really heavy?" She crooned in baby talk voice.
"Yeah, it was. But not too heavy for me. Look at these arms!" Dom made a growl face and made his biceps pop up. Torrie laughed.
"Yeah, I'll give you a few more things to do with those arms later."
"Is that a promise?"
"You know it. Where are we going now?"
"Supper then a surprise."
"A surprise? What is it?"
"If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise." Dom clammed up. Much as Torrie nagged he wouldn't tell her where they were going. They pulled up to a fancy restaurant and got out. They walked in and they were given a table right away.
"Is there a place in New York that doesn't know who you are?" Torrie asked Dom with a look.
"I had a reservation. It's not like they seated us because they knew me."
"Sure Dom. Sure." Torrie told him as she started to browse her menu. Dom just smirked at her and started to look at his own. They ordered then sat back with their drinks to wait for their meals to come.
John was sitting in the same restaurant, again wondering if he wasn't able to deal with the girl this time what he would do to get rid of her. He was running out of ideas. He was going to try and poison her this time with a poison that would make it look as though she had choked. He hoped that the issue of Torrie would be a non issue by the time he walked out of the restaurant.
He watched carefully. He'd scouted the bathroom out and it was close to where the waiters came out with the completed food. He was going to wait till the waiter seemed like he was heading toward Torrie and her boyfriend and then go and add the poison to the food. It was in a small compartment on his ring and it was a tasteless, odourless powder. He should be able to easily blow it into the food on the tray.
About 20 minutes went by when John saw the waiter head toward their table. It looked like it was their food. He got up and went to walk to the men's room in such a way that his path would intersect with the waiter's. He was able to blow the powder softly into the food and head to the bathroom with no one the wiser. He headed into the washroom to wait the 2 or 3 minutes it would take for the poison to take effect.
"Here we are." The waiter told Dom and Torrie as he set down their meals.
Dom was starting to feel like some sort of pack animal. He had bags upon bags of stuff that he was carrying around for Torrie while she continued to shop with wild abandon. He hadn't known any one person could buy so much stuff or spend so much money in one sitting. It seemed she was as much in her element in warm pants and his high school jacket in New York shopping on 5th Avenue as she was in her much less conservative clothes standing next to her car waiting to slaughter somebody who'd run his mouth on the street at the warehouse. The strange thing about Torrie was that she was as much in her element there as she was at the warehouse. She looked like she belonged on 5th avenue shopping for high fashion. But Dom knew she looked like she belonged on his arm and in his car around races too. Belonged racing her own car. She was a fitting queen to his king. She ruled the streets with grace, and she was almost as impossible to beat as he was.
She'd bought a blue dress shirt for Vince. She said it matched his eyes. Dom tried not to point out the last time he'd seen Vince dressed up in any form had been when they'd gone to their senior prom. That had been quite a few years ago.
She'd bought Mia shoes. Torrie said they were Prada and that made them special. She'd told him that Mia would flip. Dom had almost flipped when he'd seen how much the shoes were. But he kept his opinion on buying shoes that cost more then some cars he'd seen for sale to himself. Mia was the fashion queen. No doubt if the shoes were the height of fashion Mia would love them. Dom also pretended not to notice that Torrie had picked out more then one pair for Mia and a few for herself at the same time. He had to remind himself that they could afford to go crazy every now and again.
He groaned when he realized that he was going to have to carry three more bags of stuff when she was done. It was getting out of hand. She'd already gone to FAO Schwarz and bought Jesse a bunch of games for the PS2, and some model cars, and then at one of the many clothing stores they'd gone to she'd gotten him some tee shirts and jeans she thought he'd like.
She'd gotten Leon 'the cutest little thing' which had been a die cast skyline in yellow that had a button on the bottom that when pressed lit up lights inside the car and the headlights. She'd also gotten Leon some jersey tank tops with various New York related things on them. She'd gotten Vince something else and he hadn't caught what it was. Dom figured it was intentional, like she didn't want him to know what she'd gotten Vince.
If that was the case Dom was predicting trouble when ever she got home and Torrie gave Vince her gifts. He'd predict that Chris was not going to be pleased. Dom figured he might have to call Mia and make sure the peace was kept. He didn't want to find out that Torrie and Chris had had a cat fight on the front lawn. Something was going to come to a head there and Dom didn't know how or what. It worried him when he let himself think about it.
By the time he had thought of all that Torrie had finished with her Prada purchases and she'd handed him the 4 additional bags she wanted him to carry and had rushed headlong out of the store and was off down the street to the next store that looked interesting.
"Torrie, slow down."
"I'm just trying to get to the next store Dom. I'm not going that fast."
"I have like a hundred of your bags here so go easy on me."
"Come on Dom. It's not that many." She laughed at him.
"Well, they're heavy ok. You bought some heavy stuff at the toy store."
"But you're so big. Surely you can handle it." He gave her a dirty look. "Oh yeah, I forgot. You're getting old. Would you like to find somewhere to stop for a sit down break and an Ensure?" She giggled at him.
"I'll show you old when I get to set this stuff down."
"I'm sure you will." She purred at him then started off toward Saks.
"What do THEY sell?" Dom asked, almost whining. He'd never dreamed she'd want to do SO much shopping when he offered. She'd been at it forever it seemed and he was ready to stop.
"They sell stuff I might wish to buy. I still have to find some stuff for Letty you know. She's not as easy to shop for as Mia."
"How is it you and Letty get along? I never figured that out. You almost killed each other the first time you ever met and now you're like best friends."
"Well, she was bound to figure you that you're not exactly the best catch in the world at some point. Once she had that figured out we were bound to get alone. We have most of the same interests. She's basically lived the life I wish I had. She got to build cars and race them right from her childhood."
"So I'm a bad catch am I?" Dom looked slightly hurt.
"No, just not for her. Once she got past wanting you because she'd always had you and realized that the two of you weren't good for each other anymore things were bound to be fine. You know she really likes Brian's friend?"
"Really?" Dom found that slightly hard to believe.
"Really." Torrie confirmed.
"But he has the worst looking car I've ever seen."
"Yeah, but Letty doesn't and maybe it doesn't matter to her what his car looks like."
"Not matter to Letty what someone drives?"
"Ok, so it likely matters but Brian says that Rome's car is really quite fast. No fast like your car but fast."
"You say that like you know how it's not faster then my car." Dom narrowed his eyes and waited expectantly for Torrie to answer.
"Well." She trailed off.
"Well what Torrie?"
"Well, maybe one of those times I raced your car he decided that he wanted to try and beat me and I kicked his ass." Torrie looked slightly chagrined at admitting she'd raced his car again.
Dom laughed. He was glad that she'd kicked the other man's ass, even if it was with his car. Much as he wanted Letty to be happy there was a small part of him that still hated to see her with another man. Not that he wanted her back but he was use to thinking of Letty as his girl. Even though she wasn't anymore he'd told her that he'd take care of her for life and he'd meant it. As long as Rome was good to Letty then Dom would let it go. But he still wanted to make sure that he was always the best racer and that he had a better car too.
"You're not too mad about me racing your car are you?" Torrie asked as they walked down the sidewalk toward the place where they'd left the car.
"I'm finding it funnier and funnier the more I think about it but you really should have asked me first."
"I guess I should have. But the look on your face was priceless when you found out about it." Torrie giggled.
"I'm glad you find me so amusing." Dom answered as he popped the trunk of the car and started setting the bags into it. She'd bought so much stuff that some of it had to go into the back seat. When Torrie saw it all in the car and saw how much room it took up in the car she realized just how much she'd asked Dom to carry. It was a good thing he was so strong. They got it all loaded in and then took off.
"I didn't know how much stuff you were carrying Dom. Was it really heavy?" She crooned in baby talk voice.
"Yeah, it was. But not too heavy for me. Look at these arms!" Dom made a growl face and made his biceps pop up. Torrie laughed.
"Yeah, I'll give you a few more things to do with those arms later."
"Is that a promise?"
"You know it. Where are we going now?"
"Supper then a surprise."
"A surprise? What is it?"
"If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise." Dom clammed up. Much as Torrie nagged he wouldn't tell her where they were going. They pulled up to a fancy restaurant and got out. They walked in and they were given a table right away.
"Is there a place in New York that doesn't know who you are?" Torrie asked Dom with a look.
"I had a reservation. It's not like they seated us because they knew me."
"Sure Dom. Sure." Torrie told him as she started to browse her menu. Dom just smirked at her and started to look at his own. They ordered then sat back with their drinks to wait for their meals to come.
John was sitting in the same restaurant, again wondering if he wasn't able to deal with the girl this time what he would do to get rid of her. He was running out of ideas. He was going to try and poison her this time with a poison that would make it look as though she had choked. He hoped that the issue of Torrie would be a non issue by the time he walked out of the restaurant.
He watched carefully. He'd scouted the bathroom out and it was close to where the waiters came out with the completed food. He was going to wait till the waiter seemed like he was heading toward Torrie and her boyfriend and then go and add the poison to the food. It was in a small compartment on his ring and it was a tasteless, odourless powder. He should be able to easily blow it into the food on the tray.
About 20 minutes went by when John saw the waiter head toward their table. It looked like it was their food. He got up and went to walk to the men's room in such a way that his path would intersect with the waiter's. He was able to blow the powder softly into the food and head to the bathroom with no one the wiser. He headed into the washroom to wait the 2 or 3 minutes it would take for the poison to take effect.
"Here we are." The waiter told Dom and Torrie as he set down their meals.