Disclaimer: I want to state that I in no way condone drinking and driving but rather wrote it to fit the character.
Chapter Seventeen
Vince had reached the state line and was careful to make sure no one was following him, especially the Feds. The last thing he needed was for him to end up leading them to Dom.
He had an open Corona in his right hand with his left on the wheel. He took a long swig of it, then turned on the radio. Some old-school hip-hop shit was on. He changed it to an alternative station and turned it up.
Wondering what Leon and Letty were doing and wondering where they were was a bitch. At least he knew where Mia was and knew Dom was close to her. The shitty part about it was thatO'Connorwas in Boston too. He swore to himself if he ran into the prick, he was gonna kick his ass.
Brian had pissed him off from day one, tryin to get with Mia. They had fought and never reached an understanding after. The only good thing O'Connor had done for Vince was save his life.
His mind wandered to the female voice that had been on the other end of the phone. He wondered what she looked like. She sounded cute, but then some people can do that.
What he needed to focus on right now was getting to Boston and making sure Dom was good. If he found out Brian was tipping the Feds off, he would kick his ass.
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It was six o'clock now and Brian continued to drive, no destination in mind. He drove past Toretto's shop and saw Madison's car there. He pulled up by it and saw it was unoccupied. He looked at the shop and immediately recognized Toretto's style.
He smelled oil and antifreeze as well as sweat in the air. He could tell it hadn't been long since they had left.
Wishing he knew Madison's cell number, he headed back to the car. It was obvious no one was around.
He was just about to get in his black Nissan Skyline when he heard another car roar around the corner. Before he could get a good look at it, it pulled to a stop in front of him.
He watched as Dom and Madison got out.
Dom shot him a look of pure hatred. Madison said nothing. She had already pissed him off enough. She felt it would be best to stay out of this one.
"What the fuck are you doing here, Spilner? Or should I say O'Connor?" Dom seethed.
Brian said nothing, but blankly stared into Dom's fiery eyes.
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Brian's silence just pissed him off more. To Dom, this prick was a cop. And the last thing he needed to deal with was a cop.
"I asked you a question," Dom growled.
"Saw Madison's car here. Figured I'd stop by. Look, man, I was just leaving..." Brian started to explain, but was cut short.
"You were just leaving my ass, punk," Dom retorted.
He started to go after Brian, but Madison grabbed his arm. He shook her off and she knew there was no stopping him. She just hoped Christian and Kyra got there soon.
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He wasn't sure who had started the fight, but when he pulled up, he saw Dom and Brian beating the shit out of one another. Correction. Dom was beating the fuck out of Brian.
"Ky, stay in the car," he ordered.
"Fuck that," she responded, and began to open the door.
"No, Kyra, trust me on this. Don't get involved. And do me a favor," he paused, and she looked at him. "Don't start any shit with Madison, aight?"
She seemed pissed, but consented anyway.
"Aight," she sighed.
He got out of the car and headed over to Brian and Dom. If he didn't stop Dom, Brian would need some serious help.
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He hadn't meant to piss Dom off. It had all happened so fast. After his response, Dom had become pissed. He had seen Madison grab Dom's arm to stop him, but Dom looked as if he was ready to snap Brian in two pieces.
Dom had thrown the first punch. It had hit Brian in the stomach and Brian keeled over. That was it. Dom laid into him, swinging right and left.
Brian got in a few good punches, mostly to Dom's eyes and jaw and about two to his stomach.
He could feel the blood trickling down his eye and knew he had been cut. He tasted the bitterness of blood in his mouth after reeling from a blow to his jaw. He couldn't take too much more of this.
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Brian wouldn't have to. Christian jumped in and pulled Dom off of Brian. Dom let up at first, then pushed his way in front of Christian and started back in on Brian.
Christian rushed back in and grabbed both of Dom's arms and dragged him away, fighting the whole time.
Brian rolled over and used his arms to get him up. He spit out the blood from his mouth and looked at Dom. Christian was calming him down and making sure he didn't try to get to Brian again.
Madison had walked over to Brian and helped him up.
"How are you?" she asked, brushing off the dirt from his shirt.
"How the fuck do you think I am," he retorted. "You know, I don't have to deal with your shit!" he yelled to Dom.
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She was out of the car now and had walked over to Christian and Dom. Christian shot her a look and shook his head, but she ignored him.
She touched Dom on the shoulder and he quickly turned around, expecting someone else. When he saw it was Kyra, he just stared at her.
She had something in her hand and offered it to him. He gratefully took it and put it over his left eye. When he took it away, she could see a nasty gash where the rag had been.
"Thanks," Dom muttered through clenched teeth. His jaw hurt like a bitch. Brian had decked him a couple of times really good.
He looked past Christian and saw Madison helping Brian to her car. He shook his head and discovered that his neck felt like shit too.
"Madison, get your ass back here! Leave that punk ass prick alone!" he yelled, even though his jaw was killing him.
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She spun around on her heel when she heard what Dom had to say.
"What did you say to me?" she questioned.
"You heard me," his voice was lower and his teeth were clenched.
"No, Dom, I'm not sure I did," she retorted.
"I told you to get over here and leave that asshole alone," Dom repeated, nodding in Brian's direction.
"What did you say? You told me to do something? Go to hell, Dom."
"Madison!" he yelled again.
She left Brian standing where he was, turned on her heel and walked right back to Dom.
"Do me a favor, will ya, Dom? Grow the fuck up! My God," she continued, shaking her head, "I actually thought things were going good. Guess I was wrong, as always."
That was all she said before turning around and heading back to her car.
Dom stared after her as she walked back to Brian, helped him get into her car, got in herself, and drove off.
Kyra placed a hand on Dom's shoulder to comfort him.
"You don't need her, man," she commented.
He shrugged her off, walked into the shop to an empty bench and threw it. He was pissed. And he had no one to blame but himself.
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Thirty minutes later, she was back at her apartment. She had taken Brian back to his place, cleaned him up, and made sure he was okay before leaving.
Dominic Toretto had pissed her off yet again. No matter how attractive he was, he still always managed to piss her off.
Yet, she always seemed to want to see him again. Which was why she was packing right now.
She grabbed about ten outfits out of her closet, and put them in her suitcase. She went into the bathroom and grabbed her brush, comb, toothbrush and toothpaste and threw them all in her carrying case. She went into her bedroom and grabbed whatever makeup she was going to bring and tossed them into her carrying case as well.
Her packing was done twenty minutes after that. She brought her suitcase and carrying case to her car. After loading them, she headed back to her apartment.
She picked up her cellphone and called her brother. She needed someone to calm her down and talk some sense into her so she wouldn't want to strangle Dom when she saw him.
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He heard the cell ring from the kitchen, where he was fixing dinner for Marcus, Samantha, Savannah and himself. Marcus took over the stove, allowing Jacob to get the phone.
"Hello," he answered.
"Hey, bro, what's going on?"
"Hey, Maddie. Not much. How's the Toretto situation?" he was curious as to how soon he could get the ball rollin.
She laughed.
"Speaking of that, what kind of terms are you on with Toretto?"
There was silence on her end of the line.
"Maddie? Still there?" he was getting worried.
She must've heard it in his voice, because she answered.
"Yeah, I'm still here."
"So?" his curiosity was peaked.
"Funny you should mention that," Madison responded.
"Why is that? You haven't pushed his buttons again, have you?" Jacob hoped not. If she kept this up, Toretto would never help them out.
"Let's just say that we've both pushed each other's buttons quite a lot since I came here," Madison explained.
"Damnit, Madison. Why can't you be civil to people for once? I told you, we need him on this," he was getting frustrated with Madison.
"Jacob, I can pull this job off on my own. Shit, for crying out loud, I'm your sister. It's not like I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. You wouldn't have sent me here if I didn't," Madison reminded her brother.
"Bullshit! Toretto's done this shit before...he knows what to expect," he retorted.
"Yeah, well, Toretto's got his own problems going on right now," Madison commented.
"My little sister wouldn't, by any chance, have anything to do with those problems, now would you?"
"Rest assured, brother dearest. Dominic Toretto has bigger problems than having to deal with Jacob Steele's little sister. He's got the Feds lookin for him after all the shit that happened in LA," Madison explained.
"Fuck. Do you know where he is and how long he'll be there?"
"I do know where he is, but I don't know how long he'll be there," Madison answered.
"Fuck," he cursed.
"Nice mouth," she laughed.
"Sorry," he apologized.
"Don't be," she commented.
"So, what else if going on?"
"Not much here. How's things with Marcus?"
Jacob debated whether or not he should tell her that he thought Marcus might be a cop. He chose not to. It would only piss her off. He didn't want to do that to her.
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"Final call for Flight 18, from Phoenix to Washington, D.C.," he heard over the airport intercoms.
Sergeant Tim Tanner looked at the plane ticket in his hand. They had come to Phoenix because they knew Vince Martin was there and they hoped he would lead them to Toretto.
"Should've know Martin's loyalties were deeper than that, Tanner," he mumbled to himself, and walked to the gate. It was going to be a long flight. He just hoped his superiors wouldn't bitch at him when he got to the office.