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Chapter 63-The War

Dom's POV

Later that morning, I tried my best to get Letty out of the house. I was positive she didn't know about the plan, and I wanted to keep it that way. I asked her to open the shop for us while we go around to ask questions about Vince's shooting. She declined. I asked her to go to the hospital until we got there. Mia and Senia were already there for work and Lily, Diana, and Sasha had already left to visit V. She insisted that she'd wait. I even tried to get her to go to Harry's to order some parts for the garage, but once again, she shot me down.

For about two minutes I thought about taking her somewhere and leaving her. You know, taking her to a family member's house to visit, and when she got out, I'd pull off.

But I thought of the consequences of that … loss of private parts, bruised face, bruised ego… okay that was out of the question.

I thought of the only thing that might work. I walked to the backyard and sat on the picnic table. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed my Aunt Leslie's home.

"Leslie Toretto speaking," my aunt said, her voice chipper and perky like Mia's.

"Hey Aunt Les, it's Dominic. Are you busy?" I asked, trying to keep my voice low.

"Not at all Dom. What's going on?" she asked, her voice low too. I smiled.

"You don't have to lower your voice, I do. Not much privacy around here. But um, you think you can take Letty for the day? She's being a bit of a pain and the boys and I have some business to care too."

"Sure thing Dom, I'll call her right now. I need some help moving this old furniture out today. I'm going shopping later for new things, I'll take her along," she replied, sighing exhaustedly afterward.

"Thanks Aunt. Gotta go," I said, hanging up my cell.

I ran back into the house, where the rest of the guys were seated. They looked at me with questioning eyes. I nodded and smirked a bit. Soon enough, the house phone was ringing. I watched as Leon answered it, a smile coming upon my face.

"Letty, it's for you!" Leon smiled, smirking to himself.

"Who the hell is it?" she yelled from upstairs.

"Aunt Leslie!" he yelled back. There was a muffling sound upstairs, then the shuffling of feet descending down the steps.

A pissed off Letty made her way to the kitchen to retrieve the hanging telephone. She shot me a glare, and spoke into the phone.

"Who the hell is this? … Oh sorry, hi Aunt Leslie… no just having a rough morning … I'd love to go furniture shopping with you, but I have things to take care of today. … I'll be there in a few minutes," Letty said, a look of anger and defeat on her face.

I knew she couldn't say no to Aunt Leslie. No one could.

"Look Dom, I have to go to Aunt Leslie's and go shopping with her. I know something's going down. You guys look way too suspicious. Don't get into any damn trouble today Dom," Letty said firmly, pointing at me as she walked out the house.

I watched out the window, waiting for her to pull off. Soon enough, her blood red Lexus LS 430 sped off down the road.

"We're good. Let's get to the warehouses," I said, waving the boys out the house.

I walked back to the Rx-7 in the small garage in the backyard as Charlie's blue Chevy Impala pulled up to the house. We all stopped, watching the two figures exit the car.

Charlie walked forward, Shaye not far behind. She shouldered a rather lengthy bag. My eyebrows drew together, glancing at her bag.

"What's that?" I asked, pointing to the bag.

"My AR-15. What, you thought I was coming without it?" she spoke finally, holding the case with two hands. I smiled, her British accent finally being heard.

"Hope you don't think that'll keep you safe honey," Rome said sarcastically from the Spyder.

"Trust me, I got a lot of shit on me to keep me safe, honey," she replied, placing emphasis on the last word. She patted her waist, which had an evident budge to it.

"Guess we'll be taking the Denali boys. Brian and Rome, you two lead with your cars," I said, crossing the grass to get to the truck.

I jumped in the front seat. Shaye rode in the passenger seat, her rifle placed in between her legs. The boys: Leon, Jesse, and Charlie road in the back of the Denali with the weapons. For some reason (one which I didn't want to know) Brian had plenty of guns and ammunition stashed away around town. We were gonna need them dealing with Carter Verone.

No POV

It was just about three p.m. when the guys made it to the warehouses. During the day, it was vacant, but the smell of gas, perfume, and drugs still lingered there from the previous night of races. They parked the cars in normal race-night fashion and jumped out. They kept all their extra weaponry in the back of the Denali, along with Shaye's rifle.

Brian excused himself around a corner to take a whiz, but not before using his cell.

"Sarge, we're here. Keep your men out of sight okay? If Dominic knows you're here, it'll be my ass," he whispered into his phone.

On the way to the warehouses, Brian called in to inform the Sarge one last time on the move on Carter. Sgt. Tanner had no choice but to comply, even if he didn't want too. Brian warned him to put his men up on the roof, or anywhere, as long as they couldn't be seen. If so, that'd blow Brian's cover and the Team's. Tanner wasn't happy about the heist, but he knew he couldn't change Brian's mind.

"I know Brian. Listen, we need Carter alive. If we can bust him, we definitely have enough to put this bastard away for life. Just, don't do anything rational," Tanner said, trying to whisper.

"Yeah, yeah. If anything goes down and Carter or his boys end up dead, it's not on us. We're trying to put an end to a war. It's self defense," Brian said, his voice commanding.

"Spilner!" Dom yelled, correcting himself in a much lower voice. Even after all these years, he still can't get it right, Brian thought. He hung up with Sgt. Tanner and walked around the corner, pretending to be zipping his pants. "What took so long?" Dom asked suspiciously.

"I've been holding that all morning. I'll get the cash out my car. All we need now is Carter," Brian said, walking with Dom to the Lancer. He pulled the suitcase that held their hopes from the back seat of the car.

"Dawg, where'd you get all that cash?" Leon asked as Brian popped open the suitcase. "It's at least fifty grand in there!" he exclaimed, chewing his trademark toothpick.

"That's where your wrong Le. That's not real money. Hopefully, he'll be too dumb to check the cash before he leaves," Brian said, his bravery deterring.

Just as Dom was about to question Brian on the cash, two black Escalades pulled up. The boys manned their stations. They tried to act calm and collect, but on the inside, their hearts were pounding with adrenaline. While the boys were talking, Shaye managed to sneak up onto the other building, lining her AR-15 rifle up. She wanted to get the perfect shot on Carter.

The Escalades stopped, one after another, and the doors opened. Men in all black stepped out, guns on their hips. One of the men was Ralph, someone Jesse hadn't planned on seeing again in his life. As he and Ralph made eye contact, a part of him wanted to pull his gun from his waistband and shoot him where he stood. The other part feared for his life of this man.

At last, Carter exited the Cadillac. He fixed his black blazer over his dark blue shirt and wiped his black pants off. He wore a smug grin on his face as he stared at Dom, who was barely holding in his excitement. Carter looked through the group of men, his eyes falling on Rome. He walked over and stood in front of him.

"Well, well. If it isn't my favorite person. Surprised to see me?" Carter taunted, smiling sickly at Rome. Roman tightened his jaw muscles, trying to hold back his anger. Instead, he reached down at Carter's pockets playfully, similar to the time he had in Miami. Successfully, he took Carter's cigar cutter.

"Seems like your pockets still ain't empty, cuh," Rome said, smirking at Carter. Swiftly, Carter removed his pistol from it's holder and held it to Rome's head.

"Didn't I tell you never to touch me?!" Carter bellowed, pointing the gun directly in the middle of Rome's head. Leon looked away, the sight bringing back the memories of what happened to Vince.

Dom's fists crumbled together as he tried to control his anger. He wanted so badly to just tear into Carter, but he knew they were clearly out-numbered.

Charlie jumped down from sitting on the back of the Denali and stood by Rome.

"Can we just get down to what we came here for mate?" Charlie asked, wanting to prevent more trouble. Carter smirked, not taking his eye off Roman.

"The Brit's right. Let's get down to business. O'Conner, where's my cash?" Carter asked, not bothering to put his gun away.

While they talked, Shaye did a head count for Carter's boys. Eight, including him and Ralph. She looked through her scope, trying to keep her target on Carter if he tried anything fishy.

Brian held up the suitcase with the cash. Carter nodded to one of his boys to get it, but Dom pushed him back.

"Hold up a second Carter. Now if we give you this cash, you have to leave the country. Go back to Argentina. All debts paid off with our crew?" Brian asked, his voice firm and intimidating.

"Now Brian, you should know, I'm a man of my word. You give me my cash, and I'm gone," he said, an evil smirk curling at his lips.

"I've got just one question," Dom interrupted, wanting to have some say in the transaction. "How's Enrique and Roberto? Better yet, how's Jeremy?" Dom asked, knowing he had just gotten on Carter's list.

Carter growled, smacking Dom across the face with the butt of the gun.

That started the war.

Bullets started flying, fists were thrown. Shaye lost her target on Carter, as he and Dom were fighting. Instead, she decided to eliminate some of the other men. She shot one of Carter's men, dropping him where he stand. Leon, whom he was previously fighting, looked up in amazement.

"Damn, she's good," he mumbled, grabbing the gun that fell on the ground. He tossed it to Jesse, he stood around nervously. He caught the gun and looked from it to Leon. "You better start shooting Jess," Leon warned as he grabbed a gun from the back of the Denali.

While the men were busy battling, one of LAPD's finest crept from behind a corner, placing a small bomb in the bottom of a large trash tank that sat near trash. He moved it closer to the road, and got out of eyesight as quickly as possible.

"On forceful impact, it'll explode sir," the officer to his superior.

Meanwhile, Dom was beating the hell out of Carter. Verone was on the ground, spitting up blood. Dom kicked him in the face with all his face, tossing Carter on his back. Dom wiped the blood from his head and looked around from his boys. Brian was being jumped by two of the guards. Dom ran over, taking on the largest of the two men.

Uptop, Shaye got her target on another guard. She locked it in and fired, hitting the man in his back. He dropped to the grown, his blood staining the cement below.

Jesse had already shot two of the men, killing them instantly. He wanted to cry his heart out; he wasn't the type to even think about taking another man's life. But he had done it twice in a matter of minutes. He was left facing one man, Ralph.

"Give me a reason why I shouldn't kill you right now?" Jesse asked, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall.

"I don't have a reason. But I'm so sorry Jesse. I didn't mean for things to get as out of control as they did. You were my friend!" Ralph yelled over the gunfire, holding his hands up. By then, the LAPD began picking the boys off from on top of the warehouses.

"You weren't my friend Ralph. You tried to kill me. You tried to hurt my family!" Jesse roared, the gun shaking between his trembling hands. He didn't know if he was going to kill Ralph or not.

"I'm sorry Jess! It was the drugs, I didn't mean it! I just wanted to keep my dad's legacy going, I didn't want to disappoint him!" Ralph yelled, ducking as a stray bullet came his way. Jesse didn't know if he wanted to believe it. He thought of all the things Ralph and Jeremy did; they almost cost him his home, almost cost him his family, and his life.

"I just can't take the risk, I'm sorry!" Jesse yelled to him. "God forgive me," Jesse whispered to himself as he shut his eyes, squeezing the trigger.

Opening one eye, he watched the blood trickle from Ralph's chest, a wound directly above his heart. Jesse immediately dropped to the grown, leaning his body up against the wheel of the Denali. He wasn't out in the open. He felt himself break down, right there in the war.

Only four men left, including Carter. Dom pulled the gun from one of the guard's waistband and placed it to his back, pulling the trigger twice. Dom looked around once again to make sure all of his boys were still okay. He saw everyone was holding their own, except for Jesse, whom seemed to be missing.

"JESSE!" Dom yelled, fearing the worst-case scenario. He tried to run down the wide alley, dodging bullets left and right. As he ran, there was a gunshot. Dom fell to the ground, rolling over behind Roman's car. He grabbed his shoulder, which ached with pain. He had been shot! He looked over the car to see Carter, whom was still holding a pistol in his hand, running over to one of the Escalades. He had the briefcase of money in his hands. He jumped in the struck and floored it, not caring who was in the way. Charlie jumped out of the way just in time, pushing one of the guards in front of the flying SUV. The man rolled onto the hood, then off and under it, where his body made a disgusting 'thud' as each wheel rolled over him. Carter continued zooming off, rolling over dead body after dead body.

As he reached the exit of the alley-way, he was going to pass the trash tank. Brian ducked down behind his car, his officer instinct kicking in, and shooting the rear of the car. The gas tanks of the car began smoking. Just as Carter's car exploded, he rammed into the trash tank, detonating the bomb. The loud explosion sent heat waves all down the alley-way.

"JESSE!" Dom yelled for the younger friend again. He peeked out from around the Denali wheel at Dom.

"I'm okay," he said, nodding his head. Dom let out a sigh of relief, still crutching his arm in his hand.

At that moment, the LAPD officers ran out and arrested the three remaining members of Carter's entourage. Dom and Jesse joined the other group of men, who were indeed bruised and battered. Shaye made her way to the men, tossing her rifle in the truck.

"You helped out a lot. You saved my life mate," Charlie said, looking deep into Shaye's eyes. She had, in fact, killed one of the men who had a gun pointed to Charlie's head.

"It was nothing. You would have done-" she was cut off by Charlie's kiss. She was shocked, but returned by wrapping her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

The boys smiled at the sight and all turned to the flameball that used to be Carter's car.

"I thought I said no cops?" Dom asked, not looking at Brian.

"See, I always seem to do the opposite of what you tell me. It's a habit," Brian replied sarcastically, grinning like a fool.

"Ma'am, I saw the way you handled yourself on that roof. And might I say, you did mighty well," Tanner said, bowing a bit in Shaye's presence. "We could use someone like you on our task force. What do you say?" he offered.

"No thanks, I prefer to work alone. But if I think about it, I'll give ya a call," she smiled, holding onto Charlie.

"Ever since I met up with Brian, I ain't been doing nothing but getting my ass beat. I'm constantly getting shot at, hell, I could've stayed in Barstow for this shit!" Roman whined as they made their ways back to the cars.
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I know this is super long, hopefully it's worth it. I wanted to keep it in one chapter. It would've been longer, but I had to cut some things out. I really hope you guys like it. I'm not one for writing intense action scenes LOL. Read&review please.

p.s. It's 4:03 in the morning! I stayed up just to get this chapter done for you guys! I better get some nice reviews :)

p.s.s. I previously wrote Jesse to commit suicide in this chapter while sitting at the Denali tire, but I was almost sure I'd be crying while doing it. I'm thankful I didn't.

-Kita