Ub2 chapter 7

"I see you couldn't stay away." A voice mockingly said behind Brian as he was walking angrily towards the center of wars, trying to cool his temper off and cool down from his altercation with his beloved wife.
"Excuse me?" Brian squinted as he turned around and wiped the sweat off of his brow.
"She needed to stay at the bottom of the barrel where she belonged." Chase Tran, a cousin of Johnny and Lance smirked. Brian lunged and charged with brute force. He began punching him without wasting a minute.
"You'll be buried in the family cemetery if they can piece together your body when I'm done." Brian growled through his teeth. He grabbed Chase's hair and slammed his head into the ground.
"She deserved all that shit…." Chase spit blood and said between hard breaths. Brian kept punching him, his fists balled. He was drenched in sweat, using the last two years of stress and his reoccurring anger to vent and take it out on Chase.
"What'ya doin, Man?" Jesse James walked up, seeing the pool of blood.
"He's a Tran." Brian stopped, noticing he wasn't' fighting back anymore. He sat down on the ground, breathing and his head in his hands, more upset than he wanted to admit. Within a second, Chase rolled over and kicked him in the cheek, it making a popping sound and knocking him over from his sitting position.
"I woulda stayed the fuck down." Jesse chided, hauling off effortlessly and hitting Chase with a full bicepted arm, throwing Chase a small distance from the impact. Brian grinned, noticing his jaw was beginning to swell. "Thanks, bro." He said, after a moment of sitting in Jesse's latest racing toy., the door open still as he caught his breath.


"No problem, Brian. You ok, Man?" He asked as he started his suburban modifiedcar that he had turned into a race car.

"Yeah." Brian replied, looking out at the desert sand. It was then he noticed his swollen right hand. He tried to shrug off his worsening mood unsuccessfully.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXxXXXXXXXX "Tempest, open the damn door." Ice banged on Tiffany's trailer door.
"She's not here." Jordan called, hiding her face with a hand over her mouth, only the door separating her from Ice on the other side.

"Tell her I'm looking for her if ya see her, would you?" Ice grumbled, his arms folded.

"Did ya call her cell?" Jordan asked, not able to refuse the opportunity to mess with him. She peered out the window innocently, him only seeing her blue eyes through the blinds.
"Yes." he irritably replied.

"Um, try your trailer?" She blinked as Tiffany and Tempest sat over at the table, not even yards away. They stifled their laughs and tried to not make a sound. She was too funny, even for her normal self.
"YES, Jordan. Just tell her I'm lookin for her." Ice growled, losing his patience.

"K, will do. Bye!" Jordan, playing up her innocent, blonde brainless act. Jordan giggled as she stumbled from the door back to the table.
"Impressive, I must say." Tempest grinned, her cell again vibrating on silent mode.
"Why, thanks. Another round, anyone?" Jordan asked, standing in front of the opened fridge. There was a knock at the door, catching her off guard and making her jump guiltily. She went back to the door and looked out the window to see yet again Ice. "Did you forget something, Ice?" Jordan coughed, her face warm from the amount of alcohol consumption. Her huge eyes 

irritated Ice even more.
"Let me in there, Jordan Marie O'Connor. I have been all over and she has to be in there." Ice folded his arms, not moving from the top f the step.
"I would, Ice, but, I'm getting dressed and ready for tonight." Jordan shrugged, thinking quickly. "I only have this shirt on right now or I would." She added, making him groan.
"You're wearing only that in Brian and Tiff's trailer?" He threw his hands up in annoyance.

"I do wear her and Temp's clothes sometimes, ya know. She said her and Temp were goin to the races, if that helps." Jordan looked at Tiffany to see if she approved of her ever growing story.
"Doin good, Baby girl." Tiffany whispered with a nod. Jordan giggled quietly as Ice pulled out, his tires spinning from rage.
"He doesn't' give up. He's like a damned pit bull." Jordan rolled her eyes.
"It runs in the family." Tempest joked, earning a punch from Tiffany in the arm.

"Hey, we should go while the coast is clear so J doesn't get her ass kicked for lyin." Tiffany peeked outside the window.
"I'd just say you fell asleep in the top bunk, way back there and I never saw you." Jordan waved the concern off, making Tempest and Tiffany look at each other.
"We did teach her well, Temp." Tiffany smiled proudly. The three girls clanked their bottles together for a toast. Hours later, after falling asleep in the trailer, slumped over the table, the three were woken up by screeching tired puling in.
"Cops." Tempest announced. Tiffany stepped outside, looking sleepy on purpose.

"Can I help you?" She asked, checking her watch. Tempest and Jordan watched from inside, both silently thinking of what could happen.


"Looking for a Brian…" The cop stepped out completely of his car, surveying the area. He was interrupted by Brian.

"Me, I'm right here." Brian walked up behind him, Jesse James behind him. His jaw was defiantly now bruised, ever more darker and his hand was wrapped, making Tiffany focus on his hand. "Can I help you?" He asked, as his wife looked at his damage, trying to hide her concern, as she was still mad at him.
"Yeah, I need to talk to you about an incident with Chase Tran." The cop turned around, looking at him skeptically.
"Self-defense, Bro. But I'll be happy to talk." Brian's body was tense as the op circled him, vulture style.
"He started it? You got any witnesses?" He asked and Brian pointed to Jesse, who nodded. "Is this where I can find you for the rest of wars?" The cop asked as he jotted notes in a book. Tempest and Jordan came out at that moment, though unnoticed.
"Yeah, I'm always here. Have a nice day." He said sarcastically with a nod. He walked past the cop while shaking his head in irritation, while his sister drew in a sharp breath at his face and hands.
"What happened?" Tiffany asked as he was nearing the door, her arms folded.

"A fight. Yo, are you gonna let me in the door or do I need to go crash in Tej's trailer?" Brian asked, his voice hostile.
"Be my fucking guest." Tiffany moved aside, her voice icy cold, and her body stiff. She shot a look to Tempest as if to say 'why bother' and she let Brian hit the bed.
"Harsh." Jesse said. Not really meaning to say it out loud.



"Harsh is taking up for an ex bimbo girlfriend his after, get this, jess, he acts like he's still a damned cop." Tiffany retorted, her chin held up defiantly.
"Girl, you know he's not." Jesse laughed, winning a hateful look from his friend. That was Jesse, though, he never took things seriously. He was too good natured.

"One comes in, they all come in. What do they call that? The domino effect?" Tempest asked as she popped some aspirin for a headache she was predicting to come on soon. The crew was coming back in all together, as they did at the close of every race night.
"Temp, can I borrow some of your clothes?" Jordan asked, a wide smile stretching across her face. "You know, the kind of cool, club clothes I was forbidden ever to borrow??" She grinned deviously, making Tempest laugh. Tiffany seemed to be in a train of thought, not saying a word. "Sure, go to it." Tempest nodded with a grin, mentally preparing herself for when Ice pulled in, which would be soon. Jordan took off, just missing Dominic spotting her. "What ya thinkin about, Tiff?" Tempest threw a Corona bottle cap at her friend.

"How we will be able to leave tonight?? With her and Dom fighting, he can't watch her. Brian's in too much pain and Ice…" Tiffany trailed off, her mood bad and her mind working out mental plans they had worked up earlier.
"You guys seen Jordan? Did she already leave with Dre?" Dominic came walking up, his tan much darker from the hot days at Wars.
"Haven't seen her." Tempest replied, taking a drink nonchalantly to hide her smile.
"I find that hard to believe." Dominic shook his head, only half joking. Jordan, hearing him close by, walked behind the trailers, hiding in the shadows. She snuck into Brian's trailer.
"You ok, Bri?" Jordan whispered, feeling her brother's forehead. He sat up in confusion and as his eyes adjusted to the darkness., he settled down.


Yeah, I'm fine. Just a fight." He attempted to reassure his baby sister. "Why you all dressed up?" He asked, eyeing her skimpy clothes skeptically.
"I'm goin to Dre and her man's party. The one Dom insists I go to. Without him." Jordan said, annoyance wrapped all up in her voice. Brian started to say something, but his sister stopped him before he could. "I just wanted to know if you were all right. Later." Jordan jumped up and left hastily. She texted her friend Dre and headed back to the area where the rest of the crew was. She stopped, hearing Dominic talk to Roman.

"Does she know anything that you guys know of?" Dominic asked, sighing. Roman laughed.
"Nope. No one suspects a thing. You're home free." Roman could be heard high-fiving his friend.
"What up, Chica?" Tempest came up behind Jordan, pushing her playfully. She gave her a look of 'I'm gonna kill you' while Tempest gave her a sincere and innocent look. "Good choice. Dom's gonna kill over in rage." Tempest laughed at Jordan's choice. She was wearing a tank top that had laces in a black and white pattern that was strapless and black leather short shorts that Dominic would classify as 'booty' shorts. The shirt covered only her chest, baring everything else.
"Good." Jordan smiled, satisfied. She put her arm through Tempest's and led her closer to the area she was expecting Dre to arrive, not far from Dominic. ""Whoa, Dom, you better take a look at yo girl." Leon said, almost dropping his can of beer he was drinking. He often preferred cans of generic beer to the crew's beloved Corona. Dominic took a deep breath, displaying his 'I'm so calm I could destroy the world', making Jordan more pleased with her outfit choice. Dre pulled up at that exact moment.
"Come on, Darlin, I'll walk you to her car." Tempest volunteered, knowing if she left Jordan to 

go by herself, Dominic would more than likely attack her with anger.
"Where the Hell you goin? IN THAT SHIT?!" He asked, his voice raised.
"To the party. That you told me to go to. ALONE." Jordan blew him a sarcastic kiss, acting as thought she didn't see the problem.

"Hell No. Come here." Dominic waved his hand to her. He motioned with one finger for her to come over. Jordan stomped her foot in annoyance and held her chin up in defiance. She held up a finger to Dre, indicating 'one minute' to her friend.
"Hey Dre." Tempest leaned down, her arm resting on the top of the car.

"Heya." Dre smiled at her, then went back to switching her cd.

"You let her get hurt and I'll kick yo ass. If she gets into any shit, any kind of trouble, I'm puttin it on you. Watch her back or I'll be on yours." Tempest warned, her eyebrow raised as she watched Jordan and Dominic argue.
"I got that. No worries." Dre nodded as Jordan started for the car, Dominic grabbing her arm to stop her from leaving.
"And after I'm done, there'll be a line behind me. So I hope we're clear." Tempest promised defensively as Jordan jumped in the car.

"I got it, Temp." Dre nodded again. Jordan sat there, her face red and her eyes glossy and glistening.
"You gonna be okay?" Dre asked as she pulled out and shifted, heading for the road.

"No. I think we just broke up." Jordan said softly, getting out her eyeliner to fix her now running eyeliner. It was rubbing off just like the brightness in her usual bright eyes.