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Chapter Six

"Welcome, my friend." Reyes greeted, smirking at the man in front of him.

The man was tall, standing at 6'2 with light caramel colored skin and a neatly trimmed goatee, his dark hair cropped close to the scalp. His Armani suit was tailored to his slim frame and gave him an imposing image that was only bolstered by the calculative smirk on his lips.

The man shook his hand, his smirk widening into a predatory smile. "Reyes, my man. How can I be of service?"

Reyes matched his smile with a smirk of his own.

"I seem to be suffering from a pest infestation. Tell me, Ghost. What do you know about Dominic Toretto?"

Ghost's eyebrow rose. "The LA street king?"

The drug lord nodded and Ghost smirked. He didn't know much about the man but he did know that this job would be interesting. Then afterwards, his smirked darkened, he would pay a visit to his favorite team of traitors, especially that blonde bitch, Rahway.

"I'm all ears."

Jesse smirked vividly as he watched the Toretto teams faces as they finally realized where Gordon and the other two Takers had gone out for. The group had been gone for about an hour when the report had come over the police scanner they were using to make sure their names didn't come up i customs.

"Breaking news! I'm standing downtown where just five minutes ago the Rio palace bank was robbed by two masked assailants. No one is sure how they managed to get into the bank under the radar, however they escaped with just over 1.7 million dollars in American money. The robbers we're not particularly violent and witnesses say that one even stopped to joke with them for a bit. Luckily no one was harmed, but this reporter has to wonder, Just how did they escape?"

Jesse checked his watch and clicked his teeth. "They were slow. Mom's gonna be pissed."

Mia glared at him.

"You knew about this?"

He rolled his eyes. "Duh. We're thieves. What did you think we were gonna do sit here and twiddle our thumbs while you idiots try to find a working plan that you could leave us out of? Plus mom needed a good heist anyways, he was starting to get edgy."

The woman's glare deepened. "You just drew more attention to us!" She shrieked. "We're trying to lay low and you guys just drew all eyes to us."

He shrugged. "Actually, Customs have been aware of you guys since the day we got here. You were flagged the moment they found Garza's hideout."

Everyone stared at him incredulously and he smiled innocuously.

"By robbing the bank, G and Mom are taking the heat off of you and putting the focus on themselves. Customs rarely misses a chance to prove they're better than everyone else so they're gonna try to solve the case. They won't be able to do anything to us regardless but it'll be fun to watch them try to figure it out."

As he finished, Jake and G entered followed by Brian who was grinning brightly. He turned to them.

"You were slow, guys."

Brian smirked. "No we weren't. We were in and out in less than five minutes. The only reason the press caught on so late is because I waited until we'd drove a full block and called the police to make it seem like I'd seen them get away."

Jesse nodded them then pouted.

"Yeah, but only 1.7 million?"

John smirked. "Sh, love. You speak to soon."

He replied cheekily, gasping as Dom grabbed his arms roughly.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Busta?! Do you have any idea how much danger you put us in?" He snarled and the blond's eyes narrowed dispassionately.

"Let me go." He growled and G moved as if to pull Toretto off only to stop when Rome place a hand on his arm.

"Answer me!" Dom roared and Brian jerked away from him, eyes flashing.

"I'm only going to say this once, Toretto," He sneered, "Keep your fucking hands to yourself if you want to keep them."

Ignoring the warning in the younger man's voice Dom returned the sneer with and angry snarl.

"You and your crew, put us all in danger! Hell, you didn't even tell us we were flagged."

"That's because the man that flagged you is one of the best Customs agents in the world and happens to owe me a favor! He won't show up to arrest you with me present!" Brian snapped, grasping his chest with a gasp.

Gordon wrapped his arms around him to soothe him.

"We all need to calm down. Johnny, go take your meds and rest. We all need to be level headed if we're gonna pull this job off together."

Brian snarled silently and jerked away from his lover before storming out of the room. Once he was gone the dark skinned man turned his gaze to Toretto, coal eyes blazing and dangerous.

"You're walking a thin line, Toretto. Johnny isn't the best tempered on his best days and this is far from one of his best days. Touch my wife one more time and I'll kill you before Johnny can, understood."

"Now, look-"

He cut Vince off with a glare so dark it seemed to project bad intentions.

"No, you look. We don't have to be here. You pulled us from our comfortable life and brought us into your troubles and my wife came to help you because of some misguided attempt to reconcile his past with you, putting his sanity at risk for your well being. If it had been up to me he'd be far away from all of you backstabbing bastards and your misconceptions and misguided loyalties." His eyes narrowed.

"However, make no mistake, once this is over. We're gone."

Hobbs frowned deeply as he watched the footage in front of him. It was of CCTV footage of Reyes meeting up with the one man whose face could send Brian O'Connor, the legendary Snowman, into a blood rage.

Delonte Rivers, otherwise known as Ghost.

Ghost had been pronounced as dead over two years ago but just a mention of him still made the blond furious, especially after the bastards Russian contacts had tortured him and killed Naomi Cozier.

He swallowed and looked at Elena.

"Rio better prepare for a bloodbath."

She nodded and dialed her friend's cell number.

"Elena?" He greeted, evidently surprise and she gulped then glanced at Hobbs who nodded resigned.

"John, Ghost is alive."

TBC...

A/N: *GASP* How will John and the others react?