The Ultimate betrayal-Wrong decisions

"She would be missing when I need her help." Jordan mumbled, walking up and looking out her window that overlooked the garage and cement parking lot. She stretched, grimaced at her leg brace and decided to get up, go find the crew, and see what she could do to help.. That's when the phone rang. "Hello." She picked up her cell phone that was playing the ring tone to Snoop's Drop like it's hot song.

"HEY! I was hopin it was you." Dre smiled from the other end of the phone. Jordan's mind reeled as to what she would say, seeing as how Tiffany, Tempest, and her brother had all forbidden her to even so much as say hi to her.

"What's up?" Jordan sat down, fastening her leg brace. She noticed the rest had done her leg some good, the swelling was doing much better.

"I got a party crackin girl and I know you need one. Should I come by?" Dre asked, doing her make-up as she talked.

"I can't, they would kill me and you." Jordan chewed on her lip as she fixed her hair, leaving it down and putting a navy blue rag on top of her head, covering the majority of her hair and the rest of the long blonde silky hair falling almost past her midline of her back. The rag went with the style she was going for. She had picked a pair of dark blue denim low-rise jeans and a white Baby Phat tank top, completing it all with clean white Adidas.

"Wrong, they all left the house. I'm outside it now." Dre laughed, waving as Jordan looked out on her front lawn.

"Well, then, I guess it's time to get our party on." Jordan smiled, taking the steps as fast as she could without causing too much pain.

"It hasn't been the same without you." Dre opened the door for her friend, leaning over to the passenger side.

"Yeah, gawd, I'm glad you came. Temp and I got into a fight and it's been hell. Tiff's gone." Jordan sighed, stressed out and happy to see someone who was happy to see her as well.

"I wondered when you and Temp was gonna clash, no offense." Dre said, heading for the party.

"Yeah, I guess. Temp's so cool, I just can't figure out why she lied to me." Jordan looked sad, her urge to cry making her frown.

"Temp can hold grudges but I'm sure not against you. You know how to talk yourself out of things pretty well." Dre grinned, making Jordan laugh. They got to the party, it already crowded." I want you to meet Tim. He's a cool guy and he thinks you're hot." Dre led her friend, by the hand, through the crowd.

"Hey, no guys. I'm just here to party." Jordan objected, her thoughts going back to Dominic. First she had messed it up with Dominic, now Tempest. She sighed, her thoughts making her sad. Dre sensed this and led her over to some friends they both knew from school. And this party was a sure way to add Tiffany to that list of people being mad at her.

"Damn, J, you ever gonna not have a brace or support on that leg?" Jeanie, an acquaintance from cheerleading asked.

"More than likely I'll be still in it at our ten year reunion ." Jordan replied sarcastically, making the group crack up in laughter.

"Hey, I just got this new stuff from a girl my brother knows." Jeanie smiled mischievously., fishing in her purse for something.

"What is it?" Dre asked, looking at the tiny baggie. Jordan backed up, ready to leave.

"Just some coke." Jeanie smiled, looking at it as though it was water on a hot day. "Come on, J, ever tried any?" She asked, looking around to make sure they weren't being listened to.

"Nope and I don't want to. But thanks." Jordan shook her head. She knew not only would Tiffany kill her, but that wasn't anything she needed to be involved in.

"Come on?" Dre coaxed, snorting a line.

"No. And if you keep at it, I'm headed home." Jordan warned, her voice deeper than normal, with conviction.

"Ok, ok. It's just good to have you to party with." Dre caved in with a smile.

"Aw, thanks." Jordan laughed and smiled as two guys walked up. She recognized one from school and the other she had never saw.

"J, this is Tim. Tim, this is Jordan." Dre smiled, the guy in the tight jeans with the typical cowboy look smiling back at her, then Jordan. Jordan smiled a fake, unsure smile and tried to look for an escape.

"Lighten up, would you?" Dre asked as they followed the guys to a place to sit down.

"Mental note. Remind me to kill you for this later." Jordan whispered back, almost irritated with her friend. Dre was a great girl but sometimes her wild side took hold of her and got them both into trouble. This was starting to seem like one of those times.

"So, your leg still hurt?" Tim asked, making small talk as Dre disappeared ironically and Jordan shook her head.

"No, I'm used to it by now. You don't look like you would be a likely person to come to a party like this." Jordan laughed, his cowboy rodeo image making her laugh.

"Circulation parties don't discriminate. You got a thing against cowboys?" Tim asked, making Jordan's eyes widen in shock at his accusation.

"Hold up, Cowboy. Circulation party? You don't look like the type." Jordan shook her head, knowing from hearing the crew talk about circulation parties. It was parties where drugs were the main focus and the rest was just bonus, such as meeting someone, dancing, making bets and so forth. This was a sure fire way of dealing in mass quantity, something she knew that Tiffany and Tempest were against.

"You need to come live in the present." Tim grinned, watching the door that Dre had disappeared through intently. They sat, drinking Corona and talking.

"Well, well, well. Hey Jordan? Where's those fearless leaders of yours?" A guy Jordan knew she knew but couldn't remember his name asked after four Coronas later.

"What are you talking bout?" She asked, truly not getting at who or what they were talking about.'Drop it like it's hot' Came blaring on the radio by Snoop Dogg.

I'm a gangsta, but y'all knew that
Da Big Bo$$ Dogg, yeah I had to do that
I keep a blue flag hanging out my backside
But only on the left side, yeah that's the Crip side
Ain't no other way to play the game the way I play
I cut so much you thought I was a DJ
scratches "two!" - "one!" - "yep, three!"
S-N double O-P, D-O double G
I can't fake it, just break it, and when I take it
See I specialize in making all the girls get naked
So bring your friends, all of y'all come inside
We got a world premiere right here, now get live!
So don't change the dizzle, turn it up a little
I got a living room full of fine dime brizzles
Waiting on the Pizzle, the Dizzle and the Shizzle
G's to the bizzack, now ladies here we gizzooop.

"I can't believe they let you out of their sight to come hang wit a different set." The guy grimaced, hatefully turning off the rdio in disgust at the song.

"You need to set your ass down over there. You and I must have both had too much alcohol." Jordan turned away from him, ignoring him.

"Baby. You shoulda thought bout getin some protection before comin here." The guy smiled, looking her in the eyes as she stood up to leave his annoying presence. She stiffened up and stared him back coldly in the eyes, not backing down. "You're pretty for a crab, though." He nodded, looking her up and down, then licking his lips.

"Whatever idea you got up in that head of yours, is wrong. I just came with a friend. I'm not anything." Jordan kept hold of her calm, her fist balled, ready to flail if need be. She didn't know much about gangs, but she did know being called a crab was an insult to the crips population and that it was a death threat for the person calling them that.

"Really? I know you run with Ice, Tempest, and Tiffany so what's not to say you ain't a crab?" He asked, as though testing her.

"Ok, number one, if I was, I would be offended at your little name calling. Two, if I was in a gang and you called me that, I would have to kill you, and three, if you got a problem with me, then fine. If it's because of something or someone else or something I'm wearing, I am not gonna waste my breath on you. Now, this is a party. I came to party. Can we please just do what we all came here to do?" She asked, making the guy laugh.

"Ok, I can roll with that." He nodded, walking off.

"You are quite a firecracker." Tim nodded, handing her another Corona.

"Is that good or bad?" She asked, wishing as she checked her watch that Dre would get on with her stuff and come on.

"It's good, but really funny too." Tim nodded. Not even fifteen minutes later, a door was busted in and the house turned into a mad house as bullets rang out. Jordan hit the ground, and before she knew it, was tackled by a muscular body. Before she could even scream, she was drug out and thrown into a trunk.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me." Jordan screamed over the loud rumble of the car's engine as it flew down a road. She sat there, her hands tied and blindfolded and wondered why she had such luck.

"Out you go." A voice ordered, though almost friendly, after the car came to an abrupt stop. She was silent and decided to just do as was expected. She was too drunk in all reality to put up much of a fight. She was led into a cold room, where echoes echoed at the slightest noise. She shivered and just sat down, her sleepiness getting the best of her. The alcohol had made her nice and relaxed and she figured why ruin it now. She had plenty of time to stress, the way she saw it.

"Have you lost the last bit of common sense I thought you had? No need to answer. You know, as much as I would like to beat that blonde head of yours, I might just save it for Tiff to do since she'll need to vent some anger when she gets back. Or I could get Tempest to do it. Or I could just save them both the trouble and snap you into two myself. WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?" Ice ripped off her blindfold and threw up his hands as he paced while yelling. Jordan stared at him, stunned, her blue eyes wide. She had never seen him like this before and it wasn't a good sight. She knew she was in trouble. "Answer me. What the hell? You trying to drive my girls insane? Cause I may seem nice, but I'm not. When you fuck with them, and believe me, you are by giving them hell, you fuck with me." Ice yelled, stopping to stare at her coldly, ignoring her eyes and the fact she was in awe and scared out of her mind. He even ignored the shaking that she was starting to notice herself.

"What did I do? Now?" She asked in a tiny voice.

"That's all you have to say? What did I do now? I can't take this." Ice said, storming out of the door, then storming back in. "I'll tell you what you did. You fucked up royally this time, Jordan. You know Dre don't give a damn but about herself and let alone the fact you weren't supposed to be with her, and the DRUGS. I'll whip your ass for the drugs alone." Ice growled.

"I didn't do any drugs, Ice." Jordan shook her head, coughing from the coldness of the warehouse like building.

"Don't lie to me when I'm this angry, Jordan. You know better. You may not know what all goes down with me, Tiff, or Temp or even the crew, but you know well enough to not piss me off when I'm already ready to break something." Ice warned, his voice low as he paced some more.

"ICE! I did not do any drugs. Honest. I turned them down." Jordan looked the guy she considered to be her adopted big brother in the eyes.

"Really? You want me to believe you? Took a look in the mirror lately Jordan?" Ice asked, getting as close to her face as he could without touching her.

"I haven't touched a thing, Ice." She glared at him.

"Funny. Your pupils are huge as hell. Yeah, you got big eyes but not pupils, Miss I'm so innocent. I know my drugs Jordan and I'm not stupid. In fact, you are in MY rock house. You're sweating and you can't even follow me with those big ass eyes when I move. What would you think if you were me, in my spot and we had traded places?" Ice scratched his goatee.

"I didn't do anything, I swear to you, Ice. Honest, I didn't." Jordan shook her head, wishing she could move. "Please take these ropes off." She said quietly, no emotion to her voice.

"They hurt?" He asked, circling her, a move that reminded her of Tempest.

"No. Amazingly, they don't." Jordan smirked.

"I wouldn't be so proud of that. Another tell tale sign. Pain tolerance is higher." Ice said and was quiet, thinking. "How much did you have to drink?" He asked, a thought occurring to him.

"Four or five coronas. I lost count." Jordan replied honestly.

"Ok, if there was one thing you shoudla learned from Tiff, it was to never take a drink at a party of a person or people you don't know. You never know what could have been dropped in it. You'll be feeling more of the effects here shortly, I'm sure. Let me know when that angel dust hits you." Ice started to walk out.

"You're nuts." Jordan laughed, though looking confused.

"I'm nuts? Well, let me tell you why I think you got it all wrong. You went to a party with a friend who almost got you killed, not only a party, a party where Bloods frequent, might I add, our crew's enemies, drank and almost got shot and the whole amusing thing is you don't even know what kind of party it was or for. ANGEL DUST aka PCP. So you let me know who you think is the nutty one when that shit hits you full steam, little girl." Ice yelled, like a drill sergeant in her face. "You are so lucky it was my crew raiding that house and not another set, the cops, or hell someone who wanted to slip you some shit to make you black out for obvious reasons. You saw how easy it was for my boys to throw you in the trunk? You think that shit is for play? The shit is real and I know you have some clue what me, Tiff, Temp, and the guys are up to at times and by the color of rag on your head, you know what we are. I know you are smart, Jordan. It's about time you start actin it." Ice felt her forehead while yelling, in concern, making Jordan want to burst into amused laughter but her instincts and fear made her think better of it. "You think on all this shit, hope your ass doesn't go crazy from the PCP and I'll be back when you think you can talk to me like a level headed person and not someone who is trying to act out cause she's mad at the world. Life gives you shit, you take it and make it better. You just deal. I have seen you deal and you, once the whole thing came to an end, ran away, quit dealing and just lost your mind. I want the old Jordan back. You can stay here, tied up, forever for all I care, until you get it straight in that head of yours." Ice said, his voice full of different tones through the whole speech, ending on a tone of disgust.

A FEW HOURS LATER…

"You can't hold the races. You are insane." Letty screamed at Dominic as he leaned on his car, sitting in the driveway with a grin on his face, letting her get her say said and out of the way.

"And why not? I am in charge of callin them and it is a Friday and I say we need to go as always. Give me one good reason to stay home, Letty." Dominic scratched his chin, an amused smile on his face. That smile was the taunting one that made Letty so mad with anger she could hack him into pieces, her temper getting the best of her.

"Dom! Tiff's missing. More like kidnapped. Ice has Jordan and said she's goin thru a reality check, and with Ice, that can't be good. Temp is …" Letty was interrupted.

"Temp is what?" Tempest asked, walking out of the house, Brian not far behind her. They both looked to be in race attire and had their keys in hand.

"You've not been in the best of moods, I was tellin him we should cut races tonight." Letty sighed, feeling like she was fighting a loosing battle.

"Well, we gotta keep like nothin's wrong and I think a good race of schoolin a fool might do me some good." Tempest grinned, holding up her keys and shaking them as though they were her toys. Letty grinned.

"Aight. Whateva. Let's go." Letty sighed, looking at Brian to see his thoughts. He wasn't even paying attention to the conversation. He simply walked to his car and started it up, checking his gears and finding a good selection of music.

"Ice, we're heading to the first stop. Meet you at the store on the expressway to meet up with the rest of your boys." Dominic informed Ice over his cell phone as he drove.

"Be there in ten." Ice nodded, hanging up. He looked at Jordan, sweating hard and wiggling in the chair she was still tied up in. He took a cold washcloth to her head, not trying to seem like he had forgiven her, and wiped her head. "You ready to chill out and stop actin a fool?" He asked, she nodded. "IF you give Tiff or Temp anymore shit to deal with, I will keep you tied to this chair, in my possession, take you away from the group, Arizona included, and make sure to keep you out of trouble. No more Dre, no more starting shit wit my girl, no more of the bullshit. I want you to act your age, bring back the real Jordan and quit bein mad at the world. You got a problem, you come to me and we'll settle it but no more temper tantrums, runnin from the problems, none of that, you got me?" Ice asked, his voice harsh as he stared at her. She nodded. "Talk to me and tell me an answer. You ain't gagged. Yet." Ice grumbled.

"Yes, I got you." Jordan said, her voice somewhat shaky. She hadn't had any hallucinations and really the only signs of the drug were the sweating and dilated pupils.

"Good, now I'm gonna untie you and take you to a race. You start wilin out on me, and I'll put you right back in that seat and your ass won't leave for a month. Are we straight?" He asked, beginning to untie the ropes. She nodded and he stopped the untying.

"We're straight. I promise." Jordan coughed, then rubbed her hands together after they had been completely untied. She was happy to have them free and ready to leave. She had never seen this side of Ice before and it wasn't making her feel any better he could kill her and no one would know, it only bein the two of them there. She wanted to stay on his good side.

"Wipe your feet." Ice commanded as they walked to his midnight blue Chevy Impala. She did as she was told, not saying a word. She was quiet and chose to stare out at the window.

"You think differently of me now?" He asked, shifting as he picked up speed.

"Kinda." Jordan wasn't sure how to answer the question and just the way she answered told Ice he had gotten his message through to her, just as he had wanted. "Stay put." He ordered as he pulled into the gas station where almost eighteen imports and racers were getting snacks, gas, or just waiting to head to the race itself.

"Hot car, hotter man." Tempest grinned, smiling from the driver's side of a prismatic purple Toyota MR2.

"Hey Hot." Ice said after turning around as he had been headed in the store, not realizing she was the one driving the car. He leaned down on her windowsill and kissed her. "Can I buy you a drink?" He asked, only half joking.

"Yeah. Sounds good." She agreed, lifting up the vertical door to the newer model. "I went shoppin today." She laughed as Ice scaled his eyes over the car.

"So I see." He nodded, running his hand over the paint job that lacked any decals of any sorts. "Was ya feelin stressed out?" He asked, grinning as he thought of the day's events.

"If I was, I wouldn't admit it, so why ask?" She asked, grabbing a Pepsi in the store and shook her head. "Where you been all day?" She asked, her eyebrow raised.

"Workin hard. On some things I needed to adjust." Ice answered honestly.

"That car is ace, Temp. You got a motor to back that up wit?" Tej asked, walking in, in his usual attire, a white track slash jump suit and his hair in braids.

"You know I wouldn't be runnin it if I didn't." Tempest shook her head and walked out.

"You got yo hands full, Bro." Tej patted Ice on the shoulder, as though in pity.

"She ain't the worst problem I had to deal wit to date." Ice informed him.

"DAMMMM." Tej and Leon both laughed as Tempest stood by her car, visible through the glass windows of the gas station, showing her car to some other racers.

"You guys seen Ro?" Brian walked in, the last to arrive to get set for the night.

"Nah man. Been two days now, fool." Tej grimaced, looking worried.

"He's gonna be missin out on his chance to make money for that food habit of his." Ice laughed, shaking his head.

"Hell yeah, I agree a hundred and ten percent." Brian laughed, paying for his drink and gum.

"You guys all set?" Dominic asked, Vince walking in behind him.

"waitin on you, captain." Ice replied dryly, mock saluting him. Dominic looked at him and rolled his eyes. He headed back to his car, passing Tempest as he did. "Hey Hot, you doin ok?" He asked, just making sure as he watched her pull down the vertical door to her new toy.

"Yeah, I'm straight. I won't have as much fun starting shit without Tiff but I'll manage." She said, knowing their whole crew thought they were all nuts for acting like nothing had happened to her best friend.

"Oh, I have no doubt you can find some trouble." Ice laughed, making her stick out her tongue. Ice was almost in his car when Tej pulled up beside him, revving the engine. "Can I help you, stranger?" he quipped.

"Let's race." Tej grinned, turning down his radio.

"You don't race. Something bout a brick wall, remember?" Ice asked, looking a t Tej like he had went nuts.

"Nah, man, a pimp race." Tej busted into laughter and explained they raced at normal speed, only showing skills by what tricks they could do by showing off , hot rodding , and doing 'tricks'.

"You're on, Parker. You can't win on this one. I'm the biggest playa around. Check my record." Ice nodded and said cockily, making Jordan want to remind him of a girlfriend. She wasn't about to mutter a word, though, she thought better of it.

"Let me just go tell the girl in the purple bat mobile over there." Tej gave a nod, then a grin. "Aight, you can lead, just so you can keep that big ego of yours." Tej offered generously.

"Mighty kind of ya. I'll take you up on that offer." Ice pulled out as he buckled his seatbelt. Tej took off on the single lane highway and passed him, his base pounding. He had a far lead when Tempest came zooming by him, flipping him off on the outside of her window. When Tej got there, she was sitting on top of her car, arms folded, waiting for him to show up, along with everyone else.

"You guys shouldn't be allowed to even say the word race." Tempest declared as Ice got out . She was shocked to see Jordan, even more shocked to see a quiet one at that. Jordan sat on the truck of Ice's impala and looked to be lost in thought.

"Speed is not everything. We were out for the showmanship, thank you very much." Ice came up behind her, grabbing her and pulling her in his arms. He began to tickle her, something that was a weak spot.

"Show off somewhere other than the blacktop next time." Tempest laughed, pulling away from Ice as more cars pulled in. Ice took off to talk to Dominic and Tempest saw her opportunity to talk to Jordan. "You okay?" She asked, her tone not very easy to tell her mood towards Jordan, who shrugged.

"I'm okay. Why?" Jordan asked, still looking up at the star filled sky. There were what looked to be storm clouds around the moon, yet there were stars and this puzzled her as to how that could be.

"Checkin on you. It's kinda my job." Tempest said, not happy Jordan wasn't ready to apologize or admit she had been in the wrong.

"I'm sure Ice told you." Jordan sighed.

"Told me what?" Tempest asked, raising an eyebrow at how different Jordan sounded now than from earlier..

"About the party and Dre and the …" Jordan started and stopped seeing Ice making a cutting throat motion and shaking his head 'no'. Tempest now looked very intrigued and Jordan looked worried. Ice had never told the crew, she now realized and she had just opened her big mouth. As she realized this, she sighed.

"Temp, we need a fourth leg. Two large, you in?" Tej yelled, motioning for her to come over for a run at a race.

"I'll deal wit cho latta." She pointed at Jordan, her face serious. She also made a note to talk to Ice. Any word with the name Dre in it was grounds for an asskicking for Jordan and Ice not telling her whatever it was meant that was grounds for violation of his parole.

"Way to go, Blondie. If it had been me, I would have kept it between us." Ice nodded as he leaned on his car and folded his arms, making Jordan feel that much worse.

"Can I go see my brother?" Jordan asked, sighing and letting out a drawn in breath of irritation at herself.

"Can you say mother may I?" Ice tried his best to hide his grin and Jordan took off, not answering.

"Hey sis." Brian nodded, bent over from his car, checking his engine.

"Hey." Jordan said, sitting on the side as eh worked, not saying a word. He stopped and looked at her.

"What's up? Talk to me and tell me what's wrong." he ordered, wiping his hand and now ignoring the car.

"I'm worried bout Tiff and I want her to come home. And I want to know where she's at and why you are all actin like she ain't comin back." Jordan said, looking sharply in to the sky. She had thought she saw a flash of light, something to that effect that she couldn't explain.

"She's gonna be fine, she will come home, she's missin but I know she'll be okay. Ice and Temp got it handled and I got faith in them." Brian looked at her odd, worried about her jumpiness. They both were quiet as Tempest lined up, her tailpipes blowing out fire as they prepared t race. She was up against a Honda2000,an Rx-7, and an eclipse. She tuned out the cheers and the obnoxious racer beside her and faded into her world, the world like no other when she raced.

"All show and no go." She laughed, letting them all take the lead. She took her time getting to her last gear, even with the Rx-7, in second place. They fought it out, and Tempest pulled ahead. She turned the last corner, closing in on space and taking lead from the eclipse. She inched up ever second to take a big lead. She crossed the line, her adrenaline pumping.

"Way to do it. Every second you beat 'em by from now on, I'm gonna take bets for no less than a thou." Tej nodded, the crowd making their favorite racer known.

"Oh, I want in on this race. Time for a rematch." Leon cracked his knuckles as Tempest sat patiently, not leaving the racing area.

"You couldn't handle me the first few times and this one is not different. I see you work on that car. No way have you done enough to it to make it worthy." Tempest shook her head in warning.

"Blah, blah. Come on, are you in or not?" Leon held up his hand, making like the hands were talking.

"Boy, you should know by now I don't back down." Tempest shrugged. "Yo loss, not mine." She gave him a sarcastic smile and the two got in their cars.

"See, the problem with girls is they get to cocky." Leon nodded, shouting over their car's motors.

"Look up cocky. You'll see Dom there, not me. I know I can beat you. It's just a fact. No cockiness to it." Tempest rolled up her window with that. "Hey, Leon, let's sweeten this deal even more." She rolled it back down, getting an idea.

"Ok, cause you won't win this one." Leon shrugged.

"Whoever wins, like Tej was gonna do earlier, let's say every second the winner has over the looser, looser pays 300." Tempest suggested.

"You'll be workin a lotta hours for me, then." Leon grinned.

"Get your head out of the gutter, Boy. You couldn't handle me or my tongue ring." Tempest shot back, leaving Leon's mouth drop open in shock. The arms were dropped and the race was on. Tempest pulled off, grinning at his shock and used into her advantage. Leon gunned the gears and shifted, quickly catching up to her.

"Told you." he laughed and pointed at her, one hand on the wheel. She stuck out her tongue, licked her lips, waved, and hit the last gear, inching a few inches ahead of him. He got to his last gear and passed her, getting a little bit of a lead until she turned the corner, catching the lead now.

"I'm the queen of tight corners, boy. You ain't got nothin over me." Tempest laughed, hitting her spray of the straight path on the last stretch. Leon hit his as well and the two were neck and neck. Halfway down the long stretch, Leon noticed Tempest was beginning to pull ahead and get another big lead on him.

"Hell and NO." He floored the petal, the car jerking as he attempted to make it go faster. He wasn't able to catch up to her before the finish line and she sped across it , her car going over 95, that being her one of her slower speeds. She kept going, made a u-turn and circled back.

"Well, you think you need another rematch or you gonna concede that I'm better than you?" Tempest asked, getting out of the purple car's vertical door as she lifted it up.

"You didn't beat me by far." Leon shook his head, grinning.

"We'll let Tej cal that one." Tempest batted her eyelashes sarcastically.

"You owe her …" Tej calculated in his head as he handed their original wad of wagered cash. "1200 dollars, fool." Tej laughed, shaking his head in pity.

"Dude, she didn't tell anyone she had extra NOS tanks." Leon held up his hands, acting mad as he objected.

"Stick a fork in him, he's done. Done like dinner." Tempest walked off, counting her cash as she sauntered away.

"Yo, you know I just place the bets. The rest is on the racers." Tej shrugged, counting the money Leon handed over and handed it straight to Tempest's hand.

"yeah, so get busy and get me someone to race, then," Brian came walking up with Jordan beside him, a grin on his face.

"Hey J, Bullet." Tej nodded, noticing Jordan was quiet and not meeting anyone's eyes. He gave Brian a concerned look but Brian ignored it.

"I'll race you." Vince nodded, rolling up the sleeves to his flannels.

"You don't want to loose all that money in one shot, do you?" Brian asked, grinning and folding his arms.

"Who said I would loose, Blondie?' Vince asked, handing Tej a wad of cash.

"Your car." Brian shrugged.

"No, nope, this is NOT happening. You're on the same crew and you ain't goin against each other." Dominic stepped in between the two.

"Aw, come on, Dom. I ca take him. Give me a few minutes and it'll be quick and painless." Vince grinned, shaking his head with a smirk.

"No. Not my crew, not goin against each other." Dominic objected, walking away after noticing Jordan was standing there in front of him, looking as beautiful as ever.

"He's gone, let's do this." Brian grinned boyishly. He looked at Jordan. "you gonna be ok till I get back?" He asked, getting a nod from her. He jumped in his car and raced Vince the line, Vince beating him.

"Told you I go this, Might wanna go home now." Vine laughed, flipping on his radio.

"Nah, it's ok. I wanna be able to laugh in your face and have bragging rites." Brian shook his head, turning down the invitation to back out.

"Eat my dust, then." Vince nodded, focusing on the girl ready to set them off on the race. They were both off like a shot. Vince took an early lead and Brian caught up. It was a close call of cat and mouse until both of them received warnings of sirens and distant lights. "DAMN IT." He yelled, doing a complete turn around to head the opposite way. Brian headed of fin another direction, towards where he had left Jordan. They could see all the cars and people scrambling to get away.

"Get in. NOW." Tempest pulled up to a screeching halt to where Jordan was, not really knowing what to do. Jordan jumped in and buckled up as Tempest took of down an alley. It was compete and total silence, you could have cut the tension with a knife.

"That was a good number you did on Leon." Jordan finally said softly, breaking the awkward silence.

"Gawd, since when did they sharpen their skills at keepin up with racers?' Tempest growled, getting frustrated they were still on her tail. Most often, she was one of the first ones to make it back to the house. She never had to work this hard to lose them.

"They are aimed right at us with some kinda bow arrow thing." Jordan's look of panic made Tempest want to laugh.

"It's called a EMT generator." Tempest's lip was now in a thin line as she was concentrating on dodging the now three cop cars on her tail.

"And we're hit. We're gonna be arrested." Jordan was hanging onto the door handle, her nails digging deeper as the car died.

"Yeah, it induced a big electronic volt that just overloaded the circuits and fried everything in this bitch." Tempest hit her wheel. In micro seconds, the car was stormed with officer and guns pulled. "Play it cool. It's me they want." Tempest stuck up her hands as she talked.

"Yeah and if they're crooked cops?" Jordan asked, taking deep breaths.

"Look, it's probably set up Dom or Ice is doing to us. Don't sweat it." Tempest said, then was pulled out of the car and thrown onto the ground.

A/n: this was a hell of a long chapter and took so much effort, lol. so no author's note, lol. Im tired of typing, i jsut had to ask you to please review!I owe lots to DArkworldspirit, who gave me allthe ideas on this chapter. Hit her up and tell her to update damn it,LMAO!And thanks to Temp for the brilliant idea of the title that links the song to the chapter and to the title, lol. i hope that made sense. Who knows, as long as the point is understood, lol. And to Cc, a special shout out for giving me the Brian and DOm idea, too. Much appreciated! Later andhope you all had a merry xmas!Love cheer