The Ultimate Betrayal 2 chapter 6
"Is there a problem?" Tempest asked the officer that was looking over driver's license. Before pulling over and in a timely manner, she had managed to take off her hat, pull off the top black shirt to keep the officer's attention should she need to, and had seat belted herself back in.
"We have had some reports of some trucks being robbed in this area. Is this your truck?" The highway patrolman took off his sunglasses.
"Yes, it is. I know I'm a female but yeah, it's my truck." She answered almost sarcasticly, then batted her eyes at him innocently. "Should I arm myself?" She asked, sitting up straighter as she noticed his sleazy smile he had at her.
"You might want to consider it. What's your load consist of?" The patrolman asked, studying the features of her face.
"It's goin to a car lot. I'm only the driver. I'm all girl when it comes to loadin up. I work for the company and just drive." She ducked her chin into her shoulder, a move much like Monica Fuentes had made when talking to Marcum the first day she had met Brian and Roman. She flashed him a smile and he smiled back, almost looking flustered.
"Yes, you are. Just be sure to be careful. I'll let you go now." He nodded, obviously distracted.
"I will. Thanks for the warning. I know if I did get into trouble, I can call you guys. Makes me feel so much better." She smiled and waved as she put the truck into gear and took off. She was almost disgusted by her fakeness but rather decided to laugh at the officer for being so dumb. "Home stretch, here we come." She sighed with a sigh of relief.
"Damn, I was getting worried, girl." Tiffany popped up at the driver's window no sooner than she had pulled in and killed the engine. Tempest blinked in surprise, not seeing her or the car when she had pulled in.
"I got pulled over in concern of being high jacked. You know, being a female truck driver and all." She laughed as she jumped out of the truck.
"Nice. I bet you turned on the charm and I bet there is one worked up police officer out there right now." Tiffany joked as they both walked to the back of the trailer.
"Ugh, gross." She laughed. "Not me, I wouldn't do anything like that. I'm innocent." She laughed, putting her sunglasses on the top of her head.
"Come on. J can barely pull off that damned shit. No go, Miss Tempest." Tiffany laughed and shook her head, reinforcing her no go.
Damn, they were right. This load is stacked." Tempest whistled as the two surveyed the prized goods. Then her phone rang. Still taking in what all was in the load, she answered. She smiled to
herself, knowing that she and Tiffany had pulled off the biggest money load yet and with only the two of them, it was an accomplishment.
"Everything ok?" Ice asked, his voice low as he sat at the campgrounds, outside. The sun was now in the sky and the crew was showing signs of waking up.
"I thought you weren't gonna worry 'bout us." Tempest taunted with a laugh. Ice mumbled something, making her smile bigger at his excuses. "Yes, Ice. We're just chillin for a bit, tyin up some loose ends and we'll be there soon." She promised.
"Let me holler at him. Please." Tiffany asked, coming back from the back of the truck and grinning happily with a square package. She handed Tempest a joint that she had lit up while Tempest was saying her final words. "Is it all good there?" She asked, not letting Ice even get in a word. She closed the truck's doors and sat down on the back part of the truck, holding the phone to her ear by her shoulder.
"Yeah, your man's still asleep, if that's what you mean. I doubt much longer so get a move on it." Ice said, his tone full of warning.
"Just tell him we went to the store." Tiffany shrugged, a smile in her voice as she took back what she had given Tempest. She inhaled then realized Ice had caught her and she laughed.
"You already started, damn bitch." Ice yelled, though playfully. His voice was louder than he had wanted it to be. He looked around to see if he had awakened anyone. Dominic gave him a quizzical look and Ice shook his head as though to say never mind.
"Gotta go, big bro." Tiffany pretended to sound apoplectic and then hung up on her brother and turning her friend's phone off to prevent any call backs.
"So, if Brian puts two and two together, what are you gonna say?" Tempest asked, her words spaced out a little slower than usual. Tiffany looked at her and then burst into laughter, making Tempest laugh as well.
"If he starts questioning..." She stopped to take a hit. "Then I'll, what is it Jordan calls it? Flip the script and I'll ask him why he's actin like a damn cop." She finished her sentence.
"That'll go over great." Tempest rolled her eyes and predicted.
"More than likely, he'll suspect Dom before us." Tiffany grinned evilly. The ride back to wars seemed shorter than usual and the two pulled up to see Dominic and Jordan looking like they were in serious conversation. "Time to go rescue the girl and go get high." Tiffany whispered as the two walked up, impish grins on their faces.
"Hey Dom, what's up?" Tempest asked, putting an arm around Jordan. Tiffany looked at Dominic.
"Hey! You guys are up early." Jordan looked at Tiffany and Tempest.
"Yeah, damn roosters." Tiffany joked, shaking her head. "Hey, Dom, can I talk to you?" She made it sound more of an order than request. He nodded and shrugged, following without a word.
"He givin you shit?" Tempest asked, cracking her knuckles, feeling ready for some trouble to get into. Jordan laughed and shook her head.
"No, he's just .. being difficult." Jordan sighed, her laugh now gone.
"Yeah, he's a guy." Tempest agreed. "Talk to me. Maybe I can help." She offered. On the other side of the camp, Dominic was trying every excuse to get out of Tiffany's line of questioning. He hated it when her and Tempest showed up and he and his girl were having problems.
"What's goin on, Dom?" Tiffany asked, stretching as she talked. Her legs and shoulders were beginning to get stiff from being up all night.
"We were just talking." Dominic sighed, his face giving away his annoyance.
"Look, I'm not trying to get in your business, Dom. You know me better than that. I was just worried about her cause she has been in pain. If you tell me it has nothing to do with pain, her painkillers, or anything that doesn't concern me, I'll go start the rest of my day." Tiffany said, wasting no time as usual. She always laid it on the table, no messing around.
"All right, it has nothing to do with any of that or you." Dominic looked at her, grinning as he rubbed his bald head.
"Ok, I'm gonna go get me a morning drink then." Tiffany started for the trailer she shared with Brian.
"Hey, one thing." Dominic asked as she started away from him. She looked at him, her look as if to say 'yes'. "Call your other detective off, would ya?" he asked, grinning. She nodded and left. She made two drinks and handed one to her friend as Jordan headed over to Dominic.
"Cookin me something to eat?" Roman asked as Tempest squirted fluid lighter on the fire he was standing by. The flames jumped as high as Roman's chest, almost searing it. He jumped back and gave Tempest a playful dirty look. "No you just didn't do that." He shook his head.
"Yeah, I did and so?" she asked, sitting between Ice's legs Indian style on the ground in front of him.
"Never mind," He put a marshmallow on a stick. Brian walked out, shirtless and barefoot, squinting. He kissed the top of Tiffany's head and went to get an orange juice out of the cooler.
"I hate pigs." Vince came stomping up, his usual scowl in tow.
"But they're pink and just cute." Tiffany laughed, being overly sarcastic and sounding as if she was on speed. Her and Tempest were the only two who really found it hilarious.
"I got questioned about a damn truck. Like I could do it my damn self." Vince ranted.
"We know you couldn't handle it on your own, Bro." Brian took the opportunity to make a comment to Vince as Vince often did to him. Vince looked at him, his fists balled. Brian grinned innocently, loving the fact he gave him a taste of his own medicine.
"Trucks again, huh?" Tej asked, and Brian turned serious, his body stiffening and the two trading glances.
"They wanted to know where I had been and shit. There was a murder and a truck taken, apparently a huge ass load." Vince frowned, sitting down with a corona.
"Whoever's doin it should know that shit isn't safe and they'll get caught." Brian folded his arms.
"Damn, Brian, you act like it matters." Ice looked at his brother in law, who now seemed to be in a bad mood. Brian's face turned red and he was quiet.
"I just hope no one's up to that in this crew." Brian's gaze went from Ice to Tiffany to Vince to Tempest and the rest of the crew,
"Here we go." Tempest whispered, taking a drink of her coke and rum concoction. She sat back, settling comfortably for the fireworks to start.
"You got someone in mind you think it is?" Tiffany folded her arms and asked lightly, her voice tight.
"I'm just sayin that poppin trucks isn't so..." He stuffed his hands in his pockets as he stopped, realizing that he had opened his mouth and just put it in his mouth, so to speak.
"Smart, legal, what?" She asked, holding his gaze. Jordan texted Dominic for him to come inside the trailer. He walked inside, wondering what her deal could be. He looked at her sitting on the bed, brushing her hair.
"What's up, babydoll?" He asked, kissing her forehead. She looked at him quietly, speechless.
"Dom, please. Come to this party with me.' Jordan begged. She was wearing a black mini skirt and a baby blue baby doll top that was strapless and her eyes seemed even brighter with the top.
"J, Baby, I can't. Not today. Besides. You're going with Dre and you'll have fun,. You don't need me breathing down your neck." Dominic moved a piece of hair off of her shoulder as he tried to explain to her.
"But Dre's leavin before the races tonight and if I go with her, I can't race with you." Jordan sulked, mad that he was pushing her to go to this party without him. That had been their discussion before they had been interrupted by Tiffany and Tempest.
"Missin tonight isn't the end of the world, babygirl." Dominic rubbed her shoulders gently. She looked at him skeptically and her shoulders tensed up. "What?" He held out his arms and attempted to give her his irresistible grin.
"Why are you trying to get rid of me all of a sudden?" She asked, pulling away from him. He laughed, not meaning to and then realized he was in deeper than ever now. He straightened his body and looked at her.
"Baby, this party is all you have talked about for weeks before you even got out of the hospital. I'm not gonna let you miss I because I can't go or because of races." He attempted to put his arms around her.
"Well, I don't want to go. I don't even want to think about it til later." Jordan walked outside, leaving him to his lone self. He sighed and shook his head, knowing it would be best to let her cool off. Jordan went outside and was glad to see most everyone had either left or was off doing something close by.
"Jordan? OH my God!" A girl standing behind her shrieked, catching her of guard.
"Do I know you?"She asked, taken aback and still cold to strangers. She still was not used to being approached by people she didn't know. Her body was stiff, still not attempting to be at al friendly.
"Tonya. Tonya Whithers. Don't you remember me? I dated Brian. Wow, you grew up." She said, her speech at a fast and fake rate. Jordan looked at her and slowly relaxed this was one of the girls that Brian had dated as well as Roman.
"And let's not forget Roman." Jordan said, knowing she was sounding catty. She hadn't liked her back in the day and she disliked her even more now due to her fake niceness.
"You're just as sweet as ever." Tonya's smile was now less and it was obvious she was making an effort to keep her smile.
"Brian's married now. He's busy if that's who you're looking for." Jordan informed her defensilvy.
"Being married means nothing, you little snot." Tonya finally lost her cool and was now glaring at Jordan, who was smiling at the loss of composure.
"Back off, Tonya and leave while you got the chance." Jordan growled. Brian pulled up, making Jordan sigh in anger at his timing.
"Hey, J, is everything ok?" He asked, grease smudged on his face and hands. He had been working on the cars of the crew at the starting line and had come back for a break.
"Brian O'Connor! Give me a hug!" Tonya smirked at Jordan form behind his back as she had quickly pulled him into a hug. Jordan rolled her eyes and took off, annoyed at the both of them now.
"J, what's wrong? Where's corona Barbie's corona?" Tiffany joked as she pulled her own hair into a loose half pulled through ponytail. Jordan grunted and said nothing. The two happy, herbal enhanced girls looked at each other.
"Jordan?" Tiffany asked, now wondering what the deal was.
"Brian's talking to a female." Tempest said as she looked outside. She had been looking to see if Dominic was around but noticed this chick hanging on her friend's husband.
"No worries. He's the top golden boy, Temp." Tiffany laughed, not bothering to get up. She focused back on Jordan.
"Even when it's an ex girlfriend who flat out said she doesn't care if he's married?" Jordan asked, frowning at the thought and audacity of Tonya. Tiffany leaned over the long seat where Tempest was looking out to see for herself. She saw Brian grinning and the girl's hand on his shoulder flirtatiously. She scooted back to her side of the bench, not acting like anything was wrong. She gave Tempest a joint and smiled at Jordan.
"We're gonna have some fun." She smiled."Excuse me, ladies." She said after taking one small hit.
"I can't believe she's not mad." Jordan whispered to Tempest as Tiffany left to go to her car.
"Oh, I bet she is." Tempest laughed, opening the curtain. She saw Tiffany calmly walk up to the girl, tapping her on the shoulder.
"That's my husband you're flirting with." Tiffany cleared her throat, though no scowl on her face.
"Hey, I believe in divorces." Tonya flashed Brian a smile, not paying attention to Tiffany. No sooner than the words had come out of her mouth, Tiffany hauled off and puncher her straight into the face. She fell, knocked out cold.
"Tiff, it wasn't' what it looked like." Brain looked shocked and seemed to be at a loss for words.
"You been around Dom way too damn long." Tiffany waved as she called over her shoulder. She stopped and turned around. "Take up for her. She did say divorces are possible." She smiled sarcastically and headed for the trailer. She went inside and locked the trailer's door. "Where
were we?" She asked, a grin on her face as she sat back down with Tempest and Jordan. Brian banged on the door.
"I thought it was your turn." Tempest laughed, high fiving her best friend.
Brian continued to knock on the door.
"Do you hear anything? I don't." Tiffany shrugged as she took a hit and a drink of Corona. Jordan, her face warm and red, burst into laughter. It looked like today would be interesting to say the least.
