Todd and Scott had scowls on their faces. Drew however was smirking. "What the fuck are you smiling about?" Heath asked angrily. "That bitch followed us here. Somehow, she fuckin followed us here."
"Kitty Cat thinks she's so smart." Drew drawled out. "Smart little Kitty Cat."
"That bitch is responsible for our fuckin cars." Todd said angrily. "I don't know how, but she practically told us so. I could kill her. "
Scott agreed, "And she knows we did that Garcia bitch. Did you hear her, 'do you think they'll get the death penalty'. Fucking whore."
Drew rolled his eyes to look at his friends. "Kitty Cat isn't that smart. She might wonder about Garcia, but she doesn't know for sure. If she did she'd be running to the cops. And she's certainly not smart enough to blow up two cars and make it look like an accident. However, if she was as smart as she thinks she is she wouldn't have come here. She would have stayed in the shadows back home, and prayed she never saw us again. Did you see that scar?" he asked with pride in his voice. "Obviously Kitty Cat needs another lesson. While we're at it we'll take care of the other two Toretto whores as well. It'll be quite the celebration, and when we're done we move on. This will be easy to take care of, a fucking walk in the park, and Kitty Cat won't be alive to wish she'd never come to L.A."
Rina sat on her couch staring at the ceiling. The adrenaline had worn off, and she was trembling with fear and anger. She couldn't believe she'd come face to face with all four of them this evening. Faint bruises in the shapes of fingers marred her upper arms near her shoulders, but it had worth the brief pain to see the fear she'd inspired in them. She knew she'd have to be extra careful now. They couldn't find out where she lived. Luckily she'd purchased the house under one of her companies holdings. So the only way they could find out was if they followed her. They might try that on one of the race nights. She would have to remember to keep an eye out, and stay at the Toretto home until she was sure they weren't in the area. They might think she was staying with them, but she doubted they'd try anything in that case. Dom Toretto was bigger and meaner than Heath. Rina really didn't want them anywhere near Dom and his friends though. She'd seen the look in Heath's eyes when he'd looked at Mia and Letty. It had scared her. They were both oblivious, so secure in their safety, but she wasn't. It meant she'd have to keep a closer eye on them now too.
Rina stood up and went into her bathroom. On the back of the door was a full length mirror. She took off her clothes and stared at herself. It had been a long time since she'd really looked. Olive complexion that she'd received from her Italian heritage. Good legs, she thought. On her belly, above her pubic area, but below the belly button and a little to the right was a tattoo. It was a broken heart of fire. The tattoo had hurt, but it covered a scar she had found she couldn't live with. Her belly was flat, and the muscles had definition. Not overly muscular, but definitely there. Her breasts were high and firm, not too small and not too big. She'd always been fine with them when she'd cared about that sort of thing. Her shoulders and arms were smooth. Those bruises had healed without scarring. It was the scars on her wrists she'd chosen to cover with the tattoos of barbed wire. The artist had done a good job, making the art thick enough to cover those reminders. Now she had a much more metaphorical reminder. People didn't look at her as oddly anymore. Not like they had when the ugly white lines crossed her wrists. The only other physical scar she'd taken away from that experience was the scar that ran from her temple and hooked down her cheek to her lip line. The doctor that had sewn it shut had done a good job. It wasn't as vivid as it had been. She pulled her masses of straight hair up into a loose knot on top of her head.
Rina showered quickly and dressed in her pajamas. As she lay in bed she thought about Brian. She found herself doing that a lot. The thought made her frown. She couldn't let him effect what she was doing. If it came to the point where she felt that this relationship with Brian was going to compromise her plans then she'd have to put an end to it. She would hate for that to happen. She felt a connection to him, but she knew her priorities.
Vengeance had to come first, because now it wasn't just vengeance for herself, but for another girl who couldn't speak for herself. Rina slipped her hand up under her pillow and caressed the grips of her two custom Commander Classic Bobtail handguns. They weren't loaded currently, hell she wasn't stupid enough to sleep on loaded weapons all night, but the magazines were under the pillow on the other side of the bed.