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Chapter Four

The gunshot was deafening and Dom felt his throat burned with tears he refused to let slip from his tightly closed eyes.

Why? Why had the Busta been so stupid?! Why hadn't he just listened?!
Dom's heart felt as if had shattered into millions of little peices and he shivered, dreading opening his eyes. Suddenly a strange foreign sound reached his ears. A sound that seemed to be growing louder with each passing second.

Laughter.

It was a sweet, husky laugh, one he was extremely familiar all, he'd heard it before back when Letty was alive and their family was happy. It was a laugh he'd often found himself missing over the past five years.

Brian's laughter.

The ex-con's eyes shot open and widened as they took in the scene in front of him. Brian was watching him with a highly amused expression, his cheeks flushed as he giggled. The bullet had gone straight past his head and embeded itself into the wall behind him. Cozier had moved from behind Dom and was standing beside the blond smirking.

Dom scowled, finally realizing that he'd just been played and rage flooded his veins.

"That was low." He snarled and Brian smirked darkly.

"Did you honestly think that I would be so unobservant if I were undercover as to get caught in such a way?"

Dom glared at him.

He'd honestly been worried that he'd blown the blond's cover and gotten him killed and here he was fooling around?! His heart hadn't even slowed in his chest from the sound of the gunshot and the pain that he'd felt seemed to worsen at the revalation that it was all a game. Why did that hurt more than it should?
"Is everything a game to you?!" He shouted. "First Letty, now this? What the hell, Brian?!"

Once more, Brian's eyes flashed and his lips curled into a dangerous smile, all teeth.

"Oh, Dom." He cooed. "I already told you, stay out of my personal life. You gave up all rights to call me family when you all decided to betray me. Once this is over, I'm gone."

"Being here isn't good for you." Gordon rumbled softly as him and his lover lay in the room given to them by the Toretto gang. His little love was starting to fritz again and he could see the darker side of his wife slipping through the masks with each passing day. The stunt with Toretto earlier that day just proved how much being around Toretto's people affected the normally icy man.

"It isn't." John agreed quietly, nuzzling his husband's throat. "Everytime I see them I hear the words they snarled at me in my head, see their anger and hatred in my mind's eye and it hurts. I loved them, G. They were my family and they couldn't even find in themselves to believe me when I told them that Letty chose to go under. That I told her not to." His voice broke and the elder man felt his dislike for Toretto and his family grow even more.

Even now he could remember the day he met the blond. He could remember how broken he was, how lifeless.

Why was he here? He hated scouting jobs and yet here he was standing in a crowd of loud, immature, imbeciles watching the ongoing race with ever-increasing boredom. Ghost had asked him to look for a new driver because AJ, while being an amazing actor and Taker, was not a very good driver. Unfortunately, so far all he'd seen were mediocre drifters with a penchant for showing off. In front of him one car suddenly sped ahead of the others.

"He hit his NOS to early."

A soft, silky voice commented beside him and he glanced at the speaker. His heart damn near stopped and he was sure his breathing stuttered just slightly because damn if the boy wasn't gorgeous. Soft honey gold curls lay in a messy array on the vixen's head falling to frame soft aristocratic features and smooth lightly tanned stretched over a slender, lithely muscled frame. The most amazing feature though, were his eyes. They were an empty grey-blue that he just knew could become a stunning oceanic color when life entered them.

Still he forced himself to recover, from the trance the beauty had put him under.

"You sound sure."

"I am. He should've waited another 15 seconds before hitting it, if he had his transmission would've survived the race."

Just as the mysterious beauty predicted, the car the had sped ahead let out a loud noise and slowed, smoke coming from under the hood. It slid to atop just in front of the finish line and the other cars raced past it.

Just as Gordon turned to comment on the matter, he noticed the vixen was gone.

..

Two days passed before Gordon saw the blond again. He'd gone with Jesse to go check on the progress of his car, listening as the boy rambled about the mechanic working on it. According to Jesse the man was gorgeous but cold, yet he was nicer than anyone he'd ever met. Gordon scoffed. The boy thought he was nice so that really didn't mean much in the grand scheme of things. They stopped outside of a nice moderately large garage and a tall dark skinned man exited, his skin nearly as dark as Gordon's own chocolate tone.

"Jess, looking for Bullet?"

Jesse nodded grinning. "Yeah, is he in?"

"In the back. Think he's just finishing up your baby. Go on in."

Smiling, the younger man led him inside and through the lobby, to the back of the garage where his sleek black corvette was being wiped down by a slightly familiar blond. Gordon stilled, heart speeding up when the beauty turned and gave them an empty smile.

"Jesse." He greeted softly. "She's done."

Jesse smiled back although Gordon was surprised to note that it had a slightly sad tilt to it. "Thanks Bullet."

"It was nothing. Be careful next time, I replaced the engine for you but still those stunts are dangerous."

The kid blushed and scratched his head sheepishly and Gordon found himself even more enamoured with the blond beauty. Jesse was not known for his ability to be properly reproved so to meet so one who could do so was breath taking.

The blond turned to him.

"I didn't catch your name the other night."

Gordon smirked sensually. "Gordon Cozier."

Something sparked in those gorgeous empty eyes and Gordon found himself wondering if maybe the vixen wasn't as broken as he seemed.

"John. John Rahway."

After that fateful night Gordon had fought to get himself past the blonde's many barriers and it had taken him nearly a year to succeed. Being aroung Toretto and his crew was making the blonde retreat back into those barriers and he wouldn't allow that to happen. He pulled the blonde closer, running a gentle hand through his silky blond curls.

"They won't hurt you again. I'll kill them before they can."

His lover curled closer to him, but he didn't say a word.

"Well, shit."

Elena snorted at Hobbs' words but couldn't help but agree with his assessment. The files in front of them were not only the files of the most dangerous criminals in the world, but also the United states most protected CIs; John Rahway-Cozier/Brian O'Connor and Gordon Cozier.

They'd finally identified just who had helped Toretto escape and Hobbs couldn't help but be stunned. Why hadn't the kid told him this was where he was going?

He and Brian had been close since shortly after the kid had joined the FBI and even when he'd gone off grid as a criminal he'd helped him stay hidden. The boy was almost like a son to him and he'd jumped at the chance to destroy Toretto for what he'd done. Still he found himself wondering just what his boy was doing.

"I hope you know what you're doing, kid."

TBC...

A/N: So...yeah.

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