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Sorry for the lack of updates. I've been busy. I might not be able to get these up as often as I used to, but I'll continue to try. I'm doing a project on 80's movies and theater so if anyone would like to give me some pointers, they'd be great appreciated. But on with the story...

Warning: Language is killer in this one.

Chapter 62-Revenge

Dom's POV

I felt incredibly bad for what was going down. I knew this was all my fault. If I hadn't been so stupid and pulled that shit the other day, we would all be at home. Sasha too. But no. I had to let my mouth speak before my mind. I wish I could take it back now. I loved Sasha like my little sister. She was a key essential to this family and Letty absolutely adores her. If anything happened to Sash, I know Letty will lose it. She'd literally kill someone. She'd go crazy. I knew we had to get Sasha back.

It was getting dark as the boys and I set up. The mystery kidnapper had called once more about two hours ago. He said for Vince to be the only one to come in. His words were "You show up alone. The show is about to begin." Brian had called in Bilkins and just as promised, had guys set up around the warehouses. Bilkins brought a few extra pair of vests for the boys, just in case it got ugly. With the mood everyone was in, I could tell it was going too.

"Dom keep your head on task. If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't be here." Tej whispered to me, pushing past me for the door. I went to give him a piece of my mind, but Vince put his hand across my chest stopping me.

"Don't start. Let's get Sasha and get out of here." He said, seriousness in his voice. I nodded and stepped in the building.

It was Tej, Vince, and I who were going in. Brian and Rome were stashed out on either sides of the building. Considering this was where we stored the items from the trucks for Tran, we knew the warehouse like the back of our hand. Getting in was a piece of cake. The actually finding and getting Sasha was going to be hard.

When we stepped into the small entrance, which led to the main entrance, we couldn't see anything. The room was completely dark and foul smelling. Thanks to our knowledge of the place, we knew where everything was placed. No one hardly even shown up here, so we didn't have to be concerned about new furniture or boxes. But we did know that some psycho was here and had Sasha against her will. I pulled the small flashlight from my back pocket and flicked it on, it shining bright through the glass window. I pivoted around, trying to find any sign that would lead me to Sasha.

"Yo Coyote, why don't you chill on the heavy breathing? You sound like a bear." I joked, shining the light over at him and Tej.

"Real funny bro. But that ain't me." He replied, shading his eyes from the light.

I suddenly felt a strange sense of another presence in the room. I turned around slowly and shined the bright light around the dark room. I shined the light right into the face of a man standing behind me.

"Lights out Toretto." were the last words I heard before I blacked out.

Sasha's POV

I was now sitting in the middle of a large room. It was dimly lit and strangely quiet. I was feeling like shit. I was hungry and my face was thrashing with pain. My face was cold from the blood that was still fresh on my face. Considering my shoes weren't anywhere in sigh, my ankles were burning from the rope wrapped too tight. My wrists felt the same. I mentally slapped myself for whining. I wasn't someone who tolerated it and I damn sure didn't do it.

I started to become worried. Vince still hadn't shown any signs that he was appearing. As the clock ticked away, so did my faith. But the thing that frightened me the most was that I hadn't seen Jason in over an hour. I was praying that he had left, but I know the chance was slim. He was probably thinking of more gruesome things to do to me. He had already beaten the hell out of me. Basically starved me since I hadn't eaten since yesterday afternoon. I know for sure he had mentally raped me. I could tell by the way he'd stare at me. The eyes I used to love, the ones that made me melt; now with so much hate and devil inside of them. Full of disgust and torture. This was something I could never forgive him for. I'll never forget this.

I shook off my thoughts as I took this as a perfect chance to try to get loose. I figured he was around he somewhere, and if I hadn't seen him this long, I won't be seen him anytime soon. I gathered my composure as I slowly tried to wiggle my wrists free from the rope. It had been tied pretty tight. After I grew frustrated with that, I tried my ankles. I thanked god for my small feet after they slid from the rope. I rubbed one on top of the other as I heard a loud noise. A garage door lifted, with Jason entering. So I'm in a garage huh? Different.

"Miss me?" He said, entering with a bag of McDonald's. I almost choked. I could do for some greasy food right now.

"You wish." I said hastily, immediately regretting it. Not because I was scared, it just hurt to open my mouth.

"Bought you some food. Hungry?" He asked, holding the bag towards me. As hungry as I was, I refused. I nodded. He shrugged and took a seat at a table next to me.

There we were; in the middle of a large garage. I was beat and bruised, he was eating McDonald's. It was a sight to see.

"So what happened to your uncle?" I asked, hoping to stall him until Vince got here.

"He died a year ago. Got killed by street racers. Small world huh?" He said, sarcasm dripping from his last sentence.

"Well he's lucky it wasn't me. I would've ran the fucker down a couple more times. From what I heard, he ended a great man's life." I said in a matter-of-fact tone. I didn't feel one ounce of sympathy for this asshole. He was the reason my sister was in the hospital, and he tried to kill Mia.

I remembered watching Mr. Toretto race on TV. I was just a little kid, but I do remember. He was the best and definitely one of my favorites. He had a smile that just screamed charming and loving. His demeanor was respectful and clean cut. He was a lot like Dominic. He was a competitive racer, but he never tried anything if he got desperate.

"Shut the fuck up. He did what he had to do. I mean, me and him are related. We do what we have to, to get what we want. He wanted that Stock Circuit championship from Mr. Toretto. He always said he'd get it. Looks like Mr. Toretto won't be needing it anytime soon." He laughed, making my stomach churn once more.

"Apparently neither does Linder. Not that he knew what to do with it anyways. Every time I saw the fuckin' hillbilly on TV, he had his spit can in his hand and had his hands all over his cousin, Mary Mae." I said, one upping him. I smirked to myself. He slammed his fist down on the table and pulled his gun from his waistband, pointing it to temple.

"I told you to shut the fuck up you little bitch!" He yelled, hitting me over my head with the gun.

"You hit her again, and you'll be one less of a buddy." I heard someone yell as the garage door opened again.

"VINCE!" I yelled, extremely happy to see him. He held a shotgun to the back of the head of a guy who was crawling helplessly. Vince must have roughed him up.

"You okay baby?" He asked, smiling that beautiful smile at me. He called me baby, I thought.

"Yes." I said, feeling happy it was all over. Or so I thought.

Dom's POV

I came to in the upper area of the warehouse. Outside of the room I was in was an overlook of the main entrance room of the warehouse. I stood from the cot on the floor, my hand clutching my head. I had to remind myself that the big, hairy beast that knocked me out had an ass-whooping coming. I felt around under the vest, pulling out my spare gun. Were these jackasses rookies or something? Rule number one: always check the person. Failure to do so could result in something painful like ... death. I hid the gun down my side as I slowly pulled the door open, peaking out. I saw Vince standing with the shotgun to a guy's head and Sasha still tied to a chair. From the distance I was out, I couldn't make out the face of the man with the gun to Sasha's head. But just by the way he moved, I could tell I'd seen him before. I snuck out the room and crept around the other side of the upper level. I had the perfect shot on the guy when I felt cold steel on the back of my bald head.

"Don't even think about it Toretto." He said, lifting me up and pushing me towards the stairs.

Once I realized this was the same guy from before, I felt the rush building up. I swiftly elbowed the guy in his stomach, watching the gun fly over the stair case. He gained his composure and swung at me, blasting me in my jaw. Once I recovered, I returned the punch. I slammed his head against the rail of the stairs then twice against the wall next to me. After seeing the blood rush from his head, I punched him again, then tossed him down the remaining steel stairs. I rushed down the stairs but was stopped by a large fist in my face. My back smacked the ground with a loud thud as my face began to hurt immediately.

"Glad you could join us Toretto. You're just the person I wanted to see." The man said, smiling smug at me. Another man, who had to be about 6'9" 300 lbs., lifted me effortlessly from the floor and pushed me towards the kidnapper. I got a better look at the guys face. He was at the race the night Letty got clipped. In fact, he was with the girl who clipped her. This was her boyfriend.

"You bastard. I should fuckin' rip your head off." I said, stalking towards him.

"Ah, ah, ah, I wouldn't do that if I were you. We still haven't played my game yet." He said, pulling a pocket knife from his pants leg.

"I don't wanna fuckin' play games. Let her go. You can have me. I mean, it is me who you want." I said, slowly circling around him and Sasha. Just now it occurred to me, where the hell had Tej gone?

"No we need her for the game. I mean, after all, she is the winning prize." He replied, sliding the blade of the knife across her jawline.

"I swear to fuckin' god if you hurt her it's his ass and yours!" Vince yelled, turning red with anger. He still had the shotgun to the back of one of this guy's men.

"How ya doin' Sasha? You okay babe?" I asked her, ignoring Vince. She seemed unusually quiet. She looked so lost. So sad. I felt like a complete bonehead for getting her in this. She looked up at me and smiled weakly. I could tell she was in pain.

"I'm okay." She said softly, returning her glance at Vince, who was trying to keep her smiling. He knew if he didn't, she could have a breakdown right then and there.

"So this is how the game goes.." He started.

"No, first what's your name? I'm Dom Toretto." I said. I wanted to get in this guy's mind. Maybe mix him up a little.

"I'm Jason. And they ... well they are my boys." He said, referring to the men who stepped out of every corner in the warehouse. It was at least fifteen of them. And they were big. I mean I was a pretty big guy, but they were BIG. Sasha and Vince had the same reaction I did when the men made their presence known.

"Why does that name sound familiar?" Vince asked, pulling out the other pistol he had in his waistband. The cops loading us with pistols along with the vests. He pointed his gun at the guard nearest to him.

"Well Mr. Vincent. Me and Sasha had a thing back in the day. Of course I was in it to get to Toretto. But the sex wasn't bad either." He replied, pissing me off instantly. I could tell it struck a nerve in Vince by the grip he had on the shotgun trigger.

"Fuck you." Sasha said in a barely audible tone.

"Now now missy. First question Toretto. Who won the '96 Stock Circuit Championship?" He asked, now circling me. I thought for a second. I knew my dad had won, but why did it matter?

"I don't know." I lied. I didn't know what he was up too, but I wanted to mess with him.

"Hmm that's too bad." He replied, opening up his knife.

"DOM DON'T LIE! Just tell him the truth. Just play please. I don't wanna die like this." Sasha said, tears falling from her dark eyes. I could tell she truly thought her life was going to end here. If it costs mine, I wouldn't let that happen.

"My father won. Why?" I asked, my glance focused on Sasha.

"Good. And the year after that?" He asked, his hand on his mouth.

"My dad. Why does this matter?" I asked, now curious to where he was getting.

"Your father won each one before 1996. And who came in second each time. You remember?" He asked, steady ignoring my question.

"Henry Linder. What are you getting at?" I was getting annoyed by this guy's attitude. He obviously didn't know Dominic Toretto.

"I'm sure you've noticed by now that Henry hit your dad's car purposely. Did you know why?" He asked, now starting to get under my skin. I hated when the crash was brought up. It sent chills down my spine.

"Cause he was selfish enough to take someone's life for a big piece of metal." I said, my fists clenched at my side.

"Wrong, but good answer. It was for the principle. To say he killed a legend. To say he ended the career of the greatest racer around, Anthony Toretto. He did it merely for the reputation." He finished, smiling sadistically at me.

"How do you know all of this?" I asked, wondering who the hell this kid really was.

"Linder's nephew. Thanks to you and other cocksuckin' racers, he's dead. Now, I'm here for revenge." He replied, his voice rising. He rose the gun from Sash's temple to Vince and fired, dropping him to the ground.

"VINCE!" Me and Sasha yelled.

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There's 62. Took me awhile to get it up but it's there. Read&review.

-Kita-