If the story seems to be moving at a more rapid pace than usual you are not insane. I'm trying to hit the points I want with the first movie, but I'm more than positive we have all seen it more than a million times. HOWEVER, if it is too fast PLEASE let me know. I'll slow down and focus if you'd like. :)
When the Buster, as Vince was so nicely calling him now, showed up at the house Myra wasn't entirely sure what to do. She watched the way Vince and Leon looked him over, watching the man like he was a piece of meat they were going to fry up on the grill out back. Their disinterest in his existence was powerful, and with Dom upstairs with Letty he was an easy target.
She debated in her head helping, watching as the blonde swallowed the lump in his throat, eyes scanning the two men in front of him, ascertaining their size and his best bet on getting out alive. But Mia was there before he had to do anything, escorting him away from the sure fight, Vince mumbling profanities about getting off easy.
He returned to her side, the scowl present and his buzz fading. She let him sink down next to her on the couch, let him drape his arm around her midsection and pull her towards him. She even lifted herself up and took a seat on his lap, his hand resting palm flush against her butt.
"You're going to have to let that go Vince."
He groaned, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his warm air fanning out over her cheek. She chuckled, running her fingers slowly through his hair, tugging softly as he returned her affection with his fingers softly on her exposed thigh.
"Trust me babe. Whatever Dom has in store for him is going to happen with you angry or not."
He only snorted his reply, pulling back so he could look her in the eyes. He was exhausted, she could see that. Lifting herself up she said goodnight to Leon, watching warily as Jesse carted a girl out the back door into the back yard. She debated following him and making sure whatever it was he had planned was protected, but Vince rose as well, pulling her along with him as he made his way into the basement. When he closed the door behind them the roar of the party was minimized.
He ran his fingers along her shoulders as she headed down the staircase, his lips kissing her skin softly. She chuckled softly when his beard tickled her, taking his hand and pulling him in front of her. With ease she walked him backwards to their bed and lightly pushed him down. He sank into the mattress and she grinned, crawling over him in the darkness of the room.
"You sit tight big boy, I got this tonight."
"DOM!" Myra leaned out of the office, yelling for the bald lug that she had called for more than ten times already this morning. He grumbled some off hand bullshit she chose to ignore before finally turning away from the car in front of him and giving her his attention.
"What?" His voice was deep and laced with anger but she knew better than to be scared, quirking her eyebrow at him and motioning for him to join her. He discarded his rag and let his eyes linger on the Mustang sitting in the middle of the garage before heading towards her.
"I need you to finalize this pickup order, I'm heading out shortly and if I miss something I know you'll give me shit about it later." She handed him the paperwork as he stepped in, watching as the giant sank into the seat across from her. He scanned the list; eyes sliding down the alphabetized list of items the crew had all put together in the last week. He marked off a few items before handing her back the paperwork, grumbling when she smiled. "Not so hard was it?"
"Now if only that engine out there would be so easy."
"Sometimes you gotta step back D. Give it a minute to breathe." She chuckled, tucking the order into her bag and scanning the other things on her desk she would need to get working on when she got back. "So you seem to be doing ok."
"Is this part of the welcome-your-prisoner-back-to-real-life pamphlet I saw hanging on the fridge?" He crossed his arms over his chest, seeing right through her words instantly. Myra couldn't lie to him, letting a chuckle go as she sank back into her chair and mimicked his stature, nodding her head. "I don't need watched."
"I'm just..."
"Protecting everything you built in the last five years Myra, I know." He leaned forward, rapping his knuckles on the desk, giving her a small smile. "This is my family, I get it."
"I just want to help if you need it. That's all. Strictly between you and me."
"Heard and understood, but I'm good. It's all good."
She couldn't help the dread in her gut though, watching as he rose and headed back out into the garage. There was something she was missing, her mind returning to the conversation she had overheard, the glances between Dom and Vince, the secret meetings they all had outside at night. She was missing something, and she didn't like it.
Shuffling into the store, Myra dug into her bag for the list, heading up towards the front desk to Harry's reception. The brunette woman smiled at her, readying herself to say hello but the blonde Myra knew as the Buster stepped up from the back and took her limelight.
"Fancy seeing you here." His smile was genuine and Myra returned it, laying the list out on the counter.
"Well I am in the business of cars, and this happens to be the best place to get racing performance parts. So maybe not too exciting of a visit." He chuckled at her, turning the list around and scanning over the order. "You think I could get all of that in by the weekend?"
"I can try. Some of these will have to be ordered from Japan."
"Overnight them if you can."
"Will do." He went to typing and Myra leaned on the counter, watching him for a moment, waiting for the finish so she could sign and get out of there. The light bruise on his eye was still there, fading though. She was smiling on the inside at the shiner her man had given him. His blonde hair was freshly cleaned and judging by the smell of soap that wafted off of him generously she assumed he had just gotten out of the shower.
"You living here?" The words flew out of her mouth before she could stop them, Brian's eyes rising from the computer to her.
"Why you ask?"
"You're freshly clean, no apartments in the vicinity." She watched him quirk a brow. "You pick up on these things. I haven't always lived with the Toretto's."
"You a run away Myra?"
"No." She chuckled, his own laughter joining hers as the tension between them slowly began to fade. She wasn't too sure of him, Vince always quick to judge but never wrong in his judgment thus far. The smooth atmosphere of the Buster was something to cling to, a disguise gimmick she had seen many get away with in the past. She grew up with this smoothness; this was the genuine likability that the rich and headstrong had back in her old life.
"I'm crashing here for now, Harry's generous."
"I'll say. The last person to crash here had double D's, and you're looking a little flat."
Brian printed out the papers as they stood in silence, once they were done he slid them across to her, watching as she scanned the items and making sure it was all there. When she was sure it was right she snatched a pen from the cup and signed her name on the line, making sure to sign with Toretto as her last name. He stared at the signature for a moment before thanking her.
"I'll give the shop a call when the parts come in."
"Sure thing Brian, see you around."
"I watched the Buster get pulled over today." Myra sank onto the couch in the basement beside Leon, who was busy playing video games. Even in relaxing time they were racing, Grand Theft Auto taking his focus.
"Oh yeah?" He didn't look at her but he was paying attention some what, his eyes still on the screen.
"Yeah. I dropped off an order and headed down to the ice cream shop to get a little treat. Came out and watched him pull out of the lot only to be pulled over ten seconds later."
"Was he speeding?" Leon drove the car over a ramp, jumping the bridge, his excitement explosive as he threw a fist up. Vince was in the lounge chair, watching half heartedly as he flipped through a car magazine.
"No. Not even up to five miles per-hour yet. Strange right?"
"Maybe he's got a warrant." Vince spoke as he dropped his magazine, rising up from the chair to stretch. Myra shook her head, glancing up at him, confusion on her face.
"Jesse ran all that shit, nothing worth picking him up for. Besides, he was in Harry's truck. It doesn't make sense."
"Don't' think on it babe." Vince stepped over, standing in front of her, dropping down to give her a quick peck on the lips. She sighed, finding herself grinning up at him as he returned to give her a longer kiss, running fingers softly over her bare shoulder. When it came to Vince she was easily distracted, her worries sinking away as he sank onto the couch between her and Leon.
"Myra can you bring the fruit out?"
"Yeah!" Myra gathered up the fruit from the fridge, bouncing around the kitchen to the music streaming through the radio on the counter. She sat all of the bowls out and stacked them up, returning to the fridge for the beer Mia had also asked her to bring out as well. When she was sure she had it all she gathered it all up and headed out into the sun.
Sunday BBQ's had returned the minute Dom did. The ritual came back into their lives like it had never faded, and Myra was grateful for the relaxing air as the entire family gathered around the table.
Dom was on the grill; finishing up the burgers as Mia bickered next to him about making sure they weren't burnt. Leon was entertaining The Buster at the table and Letty was organizing the rest of the supplies, listening to Jesse talk about his decal job he had started on that morning. Vince had excused himself earlier, upset when he saw Brian standing amongst the bodies in attendance. The thought of following him had come up but as quickly as it had came she dismissed it.
He'd figure it out on his own.
"You think he'll come back?" Letty grabbed the bowls from her hand, sitting them down in the middle of the table, taking the covers off. She dipped in and grabbed a strawberry before taking the beer out of Myra's hand.
"He's gotta eat. I'm sure he'll be sulking back any minute." Myra gave Letty a smile before sinking down onto the bench table beside Leon, catching eyes with Brian who had been eavesdropping. "So did you get a ticket the other day?"
"Excuse me?"
"I saw you getting pulled over, did you get a ticket?"
Brian's brows met at the center of his forehead as he concentrated on her. He was choosing his words, Leon watching him. Jesse had taken a seat as well, both boys watching him as the others danced around the table putting the rest of the food down.
"Yeah, speeding." His grin was genuine again and before Leon could say anything Myra laughed, catching the curious attention of the others at the boisterous impact of it. She placed a light hand on Leon's knee and squeezed and he seemed to get the message. He changed the top and took a drink of his beer. As they closed their eyes and said prayer Myra heard the rumble of Vince's engine, her eyes rolling.