They all watched time and time again as Matty tried to get in Vince's good graces, but he refused to let her in. Refused to acknowledge her. They didn't know how much longer they could watch or let him do that to her. They didn't know how much longer she would hang on.

Matty did her victory strut once again and lived for the cheering crowd. Vince as usual, was watching her do her thing and hating every second of it. Another skank hanging off his arm. Another usual race night for all of them. Mia counted the money. Dom and Letty did a lap around to all the cars and racers. Leon manned the scanners. They were all engrossed in their own little worlds and didn't notice the blonde bimbo from the night before approaching.

Before she knew it, Matty was on her knees, grabbing onto the side of her head. The bimbo had broken a beer bottle over it. The crowd silenced as Matty stood up and glared at the skank. She pulled her hand back from her head and watched as the blood trickled from her fingertips, splattering on the ground. "You're fucked," Matty whispered before lunging at the girl. The two fell to the ground and exchanged blows, with Matty getting the upper hand. She was the experienced street brawler. The blonde bimbo didn't know what had hit her.

Someone pulled them apart, knowing that Matty would destroy her- ultimately killing her if no one put a stop to their fight. As Matty pushed the person that was holding her back off of her, she heard someone in the crowd yell cops. She glanced down at the woman laying at her feet and smirked. "See you next time around," she said to her and staggered towards her car, as the crowd ran around wild, getting into their cars and taking off.

Matty jumped into her car and sped off, trying her best not to crash into something or someone. She wasn't exactly in the best condition to drive, but she couldn't risk staying there and getting arrested. She drove around for a while after losing the cops and found herself back when she had begun. The house her and Hector used to live in. She parked across the street and drank it in.

It was painted a different color now and apparently kids lived there now. The front yard was littered with toys and bikes. She was glad that the house went to a family and not some….. Matty didn't finish her thought. She passed out as the sun was coming up over the horizon.

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"She's not back yet, V. I called her cell. I called her friends. I'm worried," Mia said, pouring herself a cup of coffee. Vince shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee and continuing to read the newspaper. "Oh, don't act like you're not worried. I heard you up the entire night. Pacing and strumming your guitar," she said, snatching the newspaper out of his hand. "She is out there injured and we don't knowing anything about her. You remember what happened last time she disappeared," Mia continued.

Vince snorted and snatched the newspaper back. It was all a front, he had been reading the same sentence for the last twenty minutes. His mind was racing as he thought up all the things that could've happened to her. Mia was right. He was a mess. He didn't sleep a wink last night. He was too anxious. Kept checking his cell phone. Kept calling her private. Kept checking his clock. Kept walking past her room, thinking maybe she snuck past him without him noticing. He knew he was a mess. Acting all psycho stalker. But he needed to know. Needed confirmation that she wasn't lying in a ditch somewhere. He needed her by his side.

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Matty groaned as she dragged her achy body out of her car and up the steps towards the house. Before she could put her key in, the door swung open and Vince stood before her- a pissed off look on his face. "Where the fuck were you?" He barked, yanking her inside the house. Mia emerged from the kitchen after here all the commotion. Matty laughed in his face and walked away from him, heading towards the door. "Don't walk away from me. Answer me!" He yelled after her.

Matty turned around and glanced at Mia. "We were worried about you, Matty," Mia said, placing a hand on her arm. Matty sighed and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. "After I ditched the cops, I went for a drive. Ended up at my old place. Fell asleep. I'm sorry," she muttered, turning around and flipping Vince off before continuing her descent towards her room.

"See, Mia. The bitch is perfectly fine. Now you can get off my back," Vince muttered, making his way towards the couch. Mia walked over to him in record time and flipped him around, only to wind up smacking him across the face. He stood back, shocked at her outburst. "At least she came back, V. She didn't just up and leave you. She came back and made everything right. She came back," Mia said, tears streaming down her face.

Vince stared after her, at a loss for words. He understood what she was going through. He understood the pain that was currently ripping her apart. He had gone through it. He knew that the only cure was if the Buster returned. Just how his heart stopped hurting when Mattycame back.

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"Is it ready? Did you guys plan out every detail? I don't want anything to go wrong," Mia said, a small smile on her face. Letty rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Mia, we've been over this shit like ten times today. It's not gonna get any better than this," Dom said, as he pulled the ski mask over his face. "No talking. They'll recognize our voices and then we're screwed. We'll just come up from behind. Give them the note and take their car keys away. Dom, you handle the gun. Leon, you tie them up, put the duct tape on and blindfold them. Letty, you shove them into the van. I'll watch them and make sure they don't try to escape," Mia said, pulling her ski mask over her face.