Ub2 chapter 8
"Come on, J, I doubt you did." Dre said, handing her upset friend a Corona as she turned up "Let's get retarded" by Black Eyed Peas. "You guys just need some time away from each other." She let down her hair, ready to see her boyfriend. He was on the Nascar Racing circuit and was well known to many people.
"Maybe." Jordan chewed on her lip, not touching the Corona.
"Where is this party anyways?' She asked as Dre weaved in and out of the traffic and through the dark highway's hills. They sped further and further away from Race Wars and in the opposite direction of LA.
"About 20 more minutes. It's at Junior's mansion." Dre grinned proudly, her urge to get there growing stronger as she talked about him.
"How you find a mansion man?" Jordan teased, trying her best to lighten up. "Is he an old man or what?" She asked, deciding to drink the Corona and forget Dominic, the past, and her fears.
"No, how dare you." Dre playfully hit her friend. "He is a bit older...but not by much." Dre admitted as she hit the last gear and set the cruise control. They pulled up to a driveway that was lighted with lights that led to a gate. Posted outside the gate were cops, people, and even more people taking pictures.
"Good grief, is he a damn superstar?" Jordan asked, her eyes wide in a mixture of awe and uneasiness.
"You could say that. You seriously don't remember me tellin you who he was?" Dre looked at her in shock as Jordan checked her glittery lip gloss in the mirror. Dre coasted slowly to the gate, her adrenaline pumping.
'Yeah, you said his name was Junior. Or Dale or something." Jordan shrugged, looking around as they watched the people in front get id'd.
"Yeah...J, you are so damned blonde sometimes." Dre laughed, shaking her head, making Jordan give a sarcastic innocent batting of the eyes. Dre's side of her car was approached by the security guard who gave her a nod and the go ahead to enter.
"Welcome home." He waved as she coasted by.
"Good lord, is there enough paparazzi here?" Dre muttered in annoyance as a ruthless photographer popped up by the widow to snap a picture. "You got one warning to get the hell outta my face." She growled.
"Dre, be nice." Jordan chided jokingly, making Dre look at her friend as though she was an alien. "Is it gonna be like this all night?" Jordan asked, downing the rest of her drink.
"Nah, once we're inside, there's no press. Too heavy of security." Dre replied as she got out, handing the keys to the valet. Jordan compared her outfit to Dre, who was wearing her red bra with a black mesh shirt over it with tight black leather pants. She seemed to be as comfortable as though she was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Jordan wasn't so comfortable in her unusual outfit. Her thought of thinking she should have listened to Dominic was interrupted by Dre. "Come on, I want you to meet Junior." Dre grinned, grabbing Jordan's wrist and leading her through the crowded party scene. Jordan followed, though her mind was wandering what the crew was up to.
Back halfway across the city, at Wars, Tiffany and Tempest were making plans and conversing, still avoiding Ice and Brian, as well as the rest of the male population for the time being.
"Should we head out now?" Tempest asked as the night of racing was beginning to wind down and turn into the night of partying.
"Yeah, most defiantly." Tiffany nodded after checking her phone for text messages. She read the one of the three she had and gave another nod of agreeance. "Defiantly time to get outta here." She headed for the trailer to get her stuff she had gotten ready earlier after stretching.
"Where you two troublemakers headed?" Leon called playfully as he passed them from coming in from the races.
"Noneya." Tempest grinned as she waved and took off. Her and Tiffany both headed for their cars to drive to their secret location in separate cars. "I'll just be a sec." She told Tiffany, stopping by her trailer to change into her black leather outfit and to darken her makeup.
"We got two hours of drivin time before we can even ambush our prey." Tiffany said as she studied a map while driving. She put the two- way on the dashboard to rearrange her stuff as she drove.
"Damn, a little outta our territory tonight." Tempest replied as she drove and cranked up the volume to her sound system that was blaring "Pump it up".
"Oh, not game then?" Tiffany asked, a teasing tone to her voice as she radioed her friend. The straight stretch of highway seemed to be deserted.
"Fo sho, I'm game." Tempest nodded, not looking up from her book of CD's that she was flipping through, her eyes off of the road, driving only with her instincts as she cruised at a high speed. There was silence over the two- way for almost half the rest of the way and Tempest knew something was bothering her friend. "Talk to me, o somber one." She radioed behind to Tiffany.
"Just thinkin, I'm straight, no worries." Tiffany replied as her motor roared. She shot past Tempest's lead on purpose. She smiled and waved, knowing it would irritate her, as Tempest liked to be nothing less than the leader.
"I know that." Tempest joked. "What's goin on in that head of yours?" She asked, her speed gaining on Tiffany's car. "And I'm the leader." She added as she passed Tiffany and waved back.
"I'm wondering what happened to Brian, that's all." Tiffany called back, picking up speed even though it was a sharp curve. She flew past Tempest, making Tempest grin at the cat and mouse challenge.
"I can find out." Tempest volunteered, holding up her cell phone as she took back her lead and passed Tiffany.
"Nope, I'm not one to cave. He has to make the first move." Tiffany smiled evilly, passing her again. "Can you call and find out how J is doing, though?" She asked, her eyes scanning the unfamiliar territory and taking in the features they might need to use for a getaway.
"Why? So you can distract me again and pass?" Tempest playfully asked as she dialed Jordan's cell phone.
"You know me too damned well." Tiffany shook her head and replied with heavy sarcasm at her friend's competitiveness.
"Ha, ha." Tempest laughed, pulling over into their secret hideaway to park her car and get organized. "She's fine." Tempest hung up as the two girls sat in silence, waiting for the 'victim'.
"Should be any time." Tiffany tapped her fingers impatiently.
"Ah, there's our poor target now." Tempest rolled up her sleeves, her adrenaline starting to awake. They waited for it to top the hill and were perched at the bottom of the next hill.
"What the fuck?" Tiffany sat up, pausing to pull out as she saw the truck fly by but was accompanied by four dark colored cars, all on the outside of the truck, as thought they were in mid process of taking it down.
"That's bullshit! No way." Tempest growled. Tiffany pulled out, keeping her distance and lights off." I don't fucking believe this." She shook her head, watching while the heist they were supposed to be pulling go down.
"I see it as one of two ways we can go about this, Temp." Tiffany ran her tongue over her teeth in annoyance as the two girls still trailed, still unnoticed.
"I'm all ears." Tempest sighed, her mood declining more and more as they watched the scene unfold in front of them like a movie.
"We can let them take it all, ditch the driver, and then jack them, not knowing who they are. Or, we can follow, find out who it is, then jack them." Tiffany sighed as she reached down under the seat, looking for her 9 MM she had stashed.
"I'm game for either, but two sounds funner." Tempest sat up, watching the four cars surround the truck. It seemed they were having some problems. "Whoever it is, they don't got game." She shook her head as she watched the pathetic high jackers.
"What gave that away?" Tiffany laughed, falling back more as the cars in front slowed down to make a turn onto a dirt road.
"If they need all four of them, they gotta be weak. We can take them easily." Tempest grinned devilishly.
"Yup." Tiffany grinned, following the rig and cars. "Shall we find us some non knowing how to do it right high jackers?" Tiffany asked as she inched behind the slowing vehicles in front of her.
"Hell yeah, I wanna bust these copy cat ass punks." Tempest cracked her knuckles. Tiffany pulled up behind a bush and killed the engine a half of mile away from the garage they could clearly see the cars and truck pull into. Both girls put on masks and pulled up their hair and proceeded to get out.
"We got some walking to do, Miss Tempest." Tiffany grinned as she grabbed the gun off the seat and tucked it into the back of her skin tight pants. They walked quietly to the small, hidden garage, careful not to make any noise.
"They didn't even cover their tracks of the cars or the truck. When they get arrested, I think I'll visit them in jail and laugh in thier face." Tempest scoffed, kicking part of the sand on the road as they crossed the main road. Suddenly they heard a gun cocked behind them. Then someone grabbed Tempest and put a gun to her head.
"You're under arrest." A deep voice motioned to Tiffany to put her hands up as they held the gun to Tempest's head.
