The Ultimate betrayal
"Dude! Haha, I won!" Brian jumped out of the car he was in from the window, so gloating and wanting to rub it into Dominic's face for a few good reasons that he didn't even bother to open the door.
" I have my good days and bad days as a friend once told me." Dominic grumbled, not amused or happy that Brian won as he fumbled for his keys to open the garage they were now at. Much to his surprise, the door was already open and Vince was at work. He stopped to stare coldly at Brian before walking in.
"You know what you gotta do, right?" Brian asked, a shit eating smile on his face. Dominic wasted no time throwing on his work shirt after taking off the nicer one.
"I got lots of cars today, but you know I keep my word." Dominic grumbled, walking away as he spoke.
"You lettin cop boy tell you what to do now?" Vince leaned over from the Mazda he was working on and raised a suspicious eyebrow.
"You forget that it's technically ex-cop and one that saved yo ass as well." Brian shook his head, not letting Vince get rid of good mood. He was truly triumphant. "SO, when you goin down there?" Brian asked, inspecting a part he had found that he had been waiting for. Dominic had already dove under the hood of a car.
"I told you, when I get caught up here. Now, get to work or go do what you gotta do." Dominic leaned over from the hood and pointed to the door, Brian's good mood getting on his last nerve.
"I am gonna go take a shower. Don't take too long." Brian called over his shoulder almost gleefully as he waved a sarcastic wave to Vince and headed out.
"So, he the boss now, huh?" Vince asked nonchalantly.
"No. WE have a deal." Dominic ignored Vince's shit starting tone and kept working, grunting as he pulled at a part that wasn't budging.
"Right, cause he beat you." Vince nodded, stopping to stare at his best friend.
"What, Vince?" Dominic stopped what he was doing and wiped his hands after seeing Vince stare at him expectantly.
"Nothin. SO much for King of the streets." Vince shook his head sadly.
"Shut up." Dominic pointed his finger at him threateningly, signaling to Vince that even though he was playing it cool, he knew that he was getting under his skin.
"Too bad she ruined you. And all this time I thought it would be Letty that would break you." Vince went back to work, ignoring the piercing stare from Dominic.
"She has no effect on me. Mind your business and go get laid, then talk to me bout females." Dominic growled.
"You go get yo girl back and end this shit." Vince shot back, knowing that pissed Dominic off even more.
"You know what? I am fine without her. I got a shop to run and I can't do it with you runnin your mouth." Dominic walked over to his friend in irritation. Vince held his gaze.
"Yeah, but you know she's ruined your racing, the shop, a lot of stuff." Vince shook his head yet again, trying to not smile at how pissed off Mr. Hothead was trying not to act.
"That's it. You deserve this." Dominic raised a balled fist, his exhaustion getting to him. Vince noticed how much older he looked and how wore out he seemed. He had spent every waking moment at the hospital he could.
"Oh, Mr. big and bad wants to go, let's go." Vince grabbed him and before long, the two were rolling around on the floor, punching. This certainly wasn't their first fist fight, but one of the few they had had. Dominic had Vince in a head lock until Vince broke out of it and fought him back. They were pretty evenly matched.
"Give up?" Dominic asked, punching Vince in the mouth.
"Nope. You?" Vince asked, punching a hard, clenched fist into Dominic's stomach.
"No." He grunted. They fought, each of them not really getting anywhere because of the even force coming from both of them. Pretty soon, they were both sitting on the floor, panting and out of breath.
"Feel better?" Vince asked, wiping the small amount of blood from his lip.
"What do you mean?" Dominic asked, wiping the sweat off his brow. He hadn't been in a fight in a very long time.
"I just figured a good fight was a good way to blow off some steam." Vince smiled mischievously.
"Did you say that shit on purpose?" Dominic asked, still sitting beside his best friend on the cold, greasy concrete.
"Hell yeah. Me and j, we're okay. I didn't mean that shit. I just know you needed to blow some steam or you would low up , Brotha." Vince held out his hand for a hand shake with a huge grin. Dominic shook his head, stunned. "What?" Vince asked innocently.
"It's a damn conspiracy." Dominic sat back against the wall, his exhaustion making his extremely tired.
"No, I just know who you should be with instead of bein here and if I say that, and I agree with you bein with her, then you gotta know you should be. I would be the last person to say it." Vince stated honestly.
"It's not a matter of me wanting to go back to her. She wants nothing to do with me. I been up there every damn day, well, till Tiff or Temp makes me leave, hoping she will ask to see me and nothin. I screwed it up, V." Dominic said, his eyes closed as he talked.
"SO, what's stoppin you? You got a way wit her and you know you just need to put that girl back in check. Not even Tiff and Temp can get her out of her depression. I think you could. Make her listen. Not like she can go anywhere ." Vince laughed at his own joke.
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THREE DAYS LATER…
"Wake up, Sunshine." Diego came into Jordan's room and opened the curtains, revealing bright sunny California sun. Jordan covered her eyes and pulled the blanket over her face, stretching.
"I'm tired. You know the nurses come in every hour and I didn't sleep very well." Jordan yawned.
"None of that. Wake up." Diego pulled off the covers.
"Di, come on. I don't …" Jordan begged, her voice full of irritation, but was interrupted.
"I don't care what it is you want to protest, Missy. You are getting up and outta bed. I got T and T out there to whip some ass if you don't." Diego threatened sternly. She softened when she saw Jordan's face almost fall lower than it had been since she had broken up permanently with Dominic. "J, come on. It's been three days since you even moved from that bed. I know you are sad and the meds are still in your system but you can't lay in here forever." Diego sat on the bed beside her friend.
"Give me one good reason I can't. Please." Jordan wiped away a tear at the corner of her eye. She sounded desperate.
"Ok, fine. Roman and I are getting married and if you want to be in my wedding you are going to have to bust ass." Diego said, laying it straight out on the table.
"Wow, Roman? Really? Hope you can cook. Congrats, Di. I'm happy for you. "Jordan nodded, a smile on her face. She hugged a happy Diego. Diego held her out at arms length.
"Will you get up and movin for that? I know me and Rome aren't as important as Race Wars, but you do get to have some fun." Diego laughed as Jordan nodded, her eyes bright.
"I can get my shower and I'll be out in a bit." Jordan promised, making Diego look at her skeptically.
"you sure bout that? Can I trust you to be okay on your own?" She asked, just checking for her own conscience.
"yes, of course. You don't trust me?" Jordan asked, trying to look hurt, though she honestly was. She had found out that she had been given downers, worsening her fragile state of post traumatic stress she was coping with.
"I do, it's my job. I have to ask mainly for the record." Diego reassured her friend.
"All right, I'll be out in a minute." Jordan nodded as she sat up, swinging her legs over the cold metal frame that the hospital called a bed. Diego left and Jordan burst into full fledged tears, miserable. The engagement made her think of Dominic. She knew she wouldn't live long enough to even marry, so that had never been her dream with him but it hurt she was all alone and without him. She wiped her eyes and gazed off into space with some more thoughts. No one believed her that there was a twin of Johnny's . They had all gone to great lengths to protect her and as much faith she had in Tempest and Tiffany, and the crew, she knew he was going to kill her. She accepted this and she was tired of fighting him.
"Knock knock." Tiffany rapped on the door, peeking her head around the corner. She saw Jordan crying and walked in, putting her arms around her automatically. She, after all, was the good cop this time.
"I'm fine. I'll be out in a minute." Jordan sniffled, trying to dry up the freely flowing tears.
"bullshit. I know better." Tiffany scoffed, knowing her all to well.
"I'm not gonna do anything." Jordan raised her voice, as if she was being accused.
"I didn't say you would, now did I?" Tiffany asked, frowning.
"I'm loosin it, Tiff. I'm having a nervous breakdown." Jordan sighed.
"You're ok, you just got more to deal with than anyone should." Tiffany sighed, stroking her hair. She held her lose and let her cry, something Jordan hadn't done in a long time in front of anyone. She hoped this was progress.
"I'm serious. No one believes stuff I say anymore, who can blame them, I slit my wrists twice…" Jordan rambled rather almost hysterically and was then interrupted by Tiffany, giving her a stern look.
"you did it once, thanks to an ass of a doctor and if he were alive, I would kill him with my bare hands. The other time you had no choice and I will not let you blame yourself for what all he did.' Tiffany shook her head, lifting up Jordan's tearstained face.
"The doctor is alive, isn't' he?" Jordan asked, in a small voice, her voice shaky.
"nope, he committed suicide, Maybe he was on downers himself." Tiffany waved it away as though it was no big deal. She leaned in closer, playing on Jordan's shocked look and open mouth. "You want my opinion? I think someone killed him." Tiffany nodded as she whispered. "I think it mighta been Tempest, she's pretty mean like that." Tiffany kept her composure as Jordan's eyes widened, bigger than she had ever seen before. This was going her way and she loved it.
"She did say she was an assassin but I thought she was joking." Jordan agreed, with a small, unsure nod.
'Yeah, she's mean and when she' s pissed off, better watch out." Tiffany warned, clicking her teeth.
"She's pissed at me. She won't even talk to me." Jordan sat back, sad looking.
"Well, its cause she's mad that you are sitting on your butt and giving in. I'm not exactly happy bout that either, ya know." Tiffany leveled with her friend. "But I'm even-tempered, calm, nice, but I let Temp do the mean work cause she's so dangerous." Tiffany said, smiling sweetly, acting completely innocent. She was now having a hard time keeping a straight face and from laughing. The things they did to make her get her shit together, she thought. Tempest was going to love to play this one up.
"She wouldn't hurt me." Jordan laughed, dismissing the 'dangerous' side she was learning about.
"Oh, J, you have so much to learn." Tiffany smiled, trying to act as though she wasn't sure but at the same time trying to play it as though she was reassuring her she agreed with that statement. "ok, get up so we can get you some sun. you are turning completely white onus." Tiffany headed for the door, almost bursting into laughter as she left her best friend to think on their conversation. She closed the door, headed for Tempest, grabbed her and took her the opposite way of Jordan's room.
"What's up? She come to her senses?" Tempest asked, an amused grin at Tiffany's laughter. Tiffany got herself to calm down and looked at her friend.
"Maybe. I told her if the doctor was alive, I would kill him with my bare hands and she went into he's not and questioning. Basically, I got her to think you might have done it, Temp." Tiffany grinned. "She played so well into it with the big, worried eyes bout how you weren't talking to her and was mad at her. So, I used it to our advantage and she should be out soon." Tiffany smiled, proud of herself.
"So, I'm the evil one, huh? But I'm innocent." Tempest laughed, batting her eyes.
"Nope, that's me." Tiffany argued playfully.
"Right. My ass." Tempest rolled her eyes. "I bet you're behind the whole Ice thing too." She accused as they saw Jordan walk out.
"I plead the fifth. Hey, go test your actin skills." Tiffany gave her a playful push, ready to laugh at Jordan's reaction.
"I go this." Tempest grinned wickedly." She's gonna be havin kittens when I'm done." Tempest promised. She sauntered over to Jordan, a frown on her face.
"Hey Temp." Jordan looked at her friend nervously as she stood resting on the crutches supporting her. She coughed nervously as Tempest gave her a nod of acknowledgment. "I'm sorry. I hope you aren't too mad at me." Jordan hobbled over to where her brother was standing by a chair. She pivoted and sat down, the large brace she had grown accustomed to on her leg making it difficult to sit.
"Nah, I'm that mad." Tempest cracked her knuckles as she didn't smile.
"Temp, you promised to be good if she got up." Tiffany came up, a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey, I said I would try." Tempest raised an eyebrow.
"That's what you said with the doctor." Tiffany whispered, just loud enough for Jordan 'accidentally' hear. Just then her beeper went off, and though not planned, it helped make Jordan think.
"Hey, is that the call we been waitin on?" Tempest asked, her head popping up.
"Yeah. Hey j, we'll be back later. Brian's taking you to go eat." Tiffany promised as they headed for the door.
"That was fun." Tempest laughed, getting into Tiffany's car.
"Miss Jordan might just straighten up." Tiffany high fived her friend. She turned serious as she drove, chewing on her lip.
"So , you think the feds will raid this one?" Tempest asked, sitting back for the ride, putting on her sunglasses.
"I don't know. What's your take on it?" Tiffany asked as she headed on the highway.
" I don't trust anyone." Tempest laughed, shaking her head.
"That makes two of us." Tiffany agreed. "So you put the sugar in the trunk, right?" Tiffany asked, getting a nod from Tempest. "Well, I'll drop you off at that second location to meet the guy. If he doesn't show up, you know they set us up. I'll have the sugar at the agreed place and if I don't show, I will eventually." Tiffany promised as she pulled up to her house.
"Yeah, I'll see you in a bit." Tempest jumped out with the duffel bag of coke she had held in her lap for the short trip.
"Try not to kill anyone." Tiffany called jokingly as she pulled away, making Tempest flip her off.
"Hey, I was beginning to wonder." a guy in a leather jacket answered the door, ushering her in.
"no faith?" Tiffany asked, making herself comfortable, the bag of 'coke' on her shoulder.
"I have faith. Where's Tempest?" The guy asked, looking somewhat disappointed.
"Had other business. Why, you like her or somethin?" Tiffany asked, taking the drink he handed her., though she didn't take a drink. She knew better.
"She's hot." The guy she had known for a while now smiled.
"She's taken." Tiffany growled, standing up for her brother, who wasn't able to remind the guy of that personally.
" I was just saying.." the guy dropped off as his friend came up behind Tiffany, clicking her in the head and knocking her out. "let's get the hell out of here." he said, checking the windows as he talked.
A/N: Ah hell no! what did I just do? Don't send me hate mail or I won't update ever again, lol. bats eyes. Don't forget to review please! I'm not addicted to them, really. Lol. I appreciate all of you guys for reading and reviewing. Thanks and much love! Love cheer
