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Chapter 20
Dom and Brian left the house shortly before dawn, leaving Mia standing in the driveway, staring after them. A few miles from the crossing, the pulled off the road and onto a dirt trail that led up into the hills overlooking the road. They got out and leaned against their cars, waiting for Yashar to arrive.

They waited about an hour before she finally showed.

"I thought you weren't gonna show," Dom said as she got out of her car and approached him.

"You saved my life. I'm willing to return the favor," Yashar replied in a sultry voice.

Brian scoffed. She really needed to get it through her head that Dom wasn't interested. He hadn't been back at the club and he still wasn't now. Dom must have heard him because he looked over and raised a pointed eyebrow before turning back to Yashar.

"This will get you to Braga," Yashar said, pressing something into his hand.

He looked at it and made to move, but she stopped him.

"Dom," she said, putting her hand on his arm. "Going in there is suicide."

Dom met Brian's gaze. "I got no choice," he said.

"You must have loved her very much," Yashar said, touching his cheek.

He just looked down at her, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Viya con dias," she said before leaning up and pressing a kiss to his cheek. She left them alone, getting into her car and driving away.

Brian didn't know where she was going, nor did he care, just as long as it was no where around Dom. He stared out over the crossing. "So this is where my jurisdiction ends," he said.

"And this," Dom said, holding up the slip of paper. "Is where mine begins. Last chance, Buster. We cross that border, there's no going back."

"I thought we crossed that line last night in the garage," Brian said, looking over at Dom. "You tellin' me you'd let me go, even after that?"

"Ain't gonna force ya to throw away your life. I want it. Bad. But I won't make you do anything you don't want to do. I'm a possessive bastard and I don't do sweet. Your ass belongs to me, whenever and however I want."

Brian shivered under the heat in Dom's eyes. "Good thing I want it then, huh?" he asked with a cocky smirk.

Dom growled. "Don't go writing checks your body can't cash, O'Conner."

"Let's go bag this son of a bitch so I can," Brian retorted.

Dom shook his head with a snort and got into the Charger. Brian grinned to himself as he got into the STI and followed the black car down to the main road.

"Careful there, Buster. You're waving a red flag in front of the bull."

"I can take it," Brian said confidently. "Now shut up and let Austin get us over the border."

With Austin controlling the computers, the two of them made it through the crossing with no trouble and they were on their way to Tecali. They pulled up behind the church Yashar said Braga would be at and parked out of sight.

They were early, so they crept into the back and hid in the vestibule, keeping out of sight of the priest. Unfortunately- or fortunately, depending on how you looked at it- they ended up pressed closer together than Brian would have liked.

Dom was once again pressed up against his back, one hand flat on his stomach, under his shirt, while the other held the shotgun. He knew it was fucked up, but he couldn't help but be even more turned on by the gun, something Dom noticed, the fucking bastard.

He turned Brian around, pressing him back against the wall and raising the shotgun. Brian swallowed, his pupils dilating.

"You like that, Boy?" Dom asked, tracing his nipple with the muzzle of the gun.

He nodded. "Y- yes," he breathed.

"You like knowing this gun is loaded and can go off at any time?"

Brian locked his gaze with Dom's. "I trust you," he said simply.

Dom's eyes darkened with lust, but before they could go any further, the front door of the church opened. The look Dom sent him as he pulled away was pure lust and dark promise, and Brian had to close his eyes to try and reign in his body's response.

He heard the priest go through the traditional Catholic blessing, then a door closing. He looked over at Dom, who nodded and led the way into the church.

"You ain't forgiven," he said, cocking the shotgun and leveling it at Braga's head.

The man was kneeling at the altar and he looked startled. "You boys want to arrest me?" he asked with a sneer, before adding, "In here?" in Spanish.

"No, we're beyond that," Brian said, glancing at Dom.

He shot Braga a look, then returned his attention to the front door, wanting to be ready, just in case Braga's goons decided to come crash the party. He wasn't going to stop Dom. If the other man wanted to shoot the bastard, fine. Brian would help hide the body. He would rather it didn't happen in a church, of course, but he wouldn't stand in Dom's way.

"You can't buy your way out of this one," Dom said.

"You and me," Braga began, only to reel back slightly as Dom took another step closer, the muzzle directly between Braga's eyes. "You and me, we're not so different. You're no hero."

Dom braced the gun against his shoulder and tightened his finger on the trigger. "You're right."

Brain glanced over again and saw that Braga had his eyes closed. He would feel sorry for the guy. But he deserved it.

"And that's why you're going back across the border."

Brian shot Dom a surprised look, but wasted no time moving forward and securing Braga's hands behind his back.

"But Fenix is mine," Dom cautioned.

"You got it," Brian agreed, pulling Braga to his feet. He pushed Braga towards the back door, feeling Dom moving behind him, covering the front entrance, just in case. When they reached the cars, he unceremoniously shoved Braga into the front seat, hitting the guy's head on the door frame in the process. "Oops," he said with a smirk when Braga complained.

He shut the door on whatever response Braga may have made and moved around to the driver's side.

"Come on, Bri. Let's get this asshole back to the border so we can find a motel to bunk down in for the night and I can fuck you through the mattress."

Brian let his head drop back with a groan, knowing that those images, the adrenaline and what had happened in the vestibule would cause the next couple of hours to be unbearable.

Dom just laughed.