"Who knows about this trip besides us?" Dom asked over to Jax.
"I was just about to ask you the same thing," Jax glared back.
Soon, shots began to ring out behind them.
"The only pissed off bikers we know are you!" Dom roared. He reached into his backseat and grabbed the double-barrel shotgun he kept on hand. He looked back to see bikers firing shots at the Hondas. He grabbed the radio from Jax, "Letty, Jess! Come get ahead of me," he said. He slowed down to allow the others to pass him, keeping his car in front of the bikers.
"Jax! I just got off the phone with Clay. T.O says someone at his table sold them out to the Mayans. They're coming for the guns!" Opie replied with the radio.
Dom looked over to Jax with piercing, angry eyes, "Guns?!"
"Lookout!" Jax pointed to a black van that hit the brakes in their lane, cutting them off between the others.
Dominic slammed on his brakes before maneuvering around the van. He passed the shotgun to Jackson.
"I'm guessing you know how to use one of those," Dom said, high-tailing it after the others. He peaked in his rearview to see Vince swerving around the car behind him.
"Lil bit," Jax replied, leaning out the window to fire on the van.
The SAMCRO boys took out two of the Harley's following behind them, leaving one riding side-by-side with Vince's car. He looked over as the biker pointed his pistol at him, ducking just as his window was shattered by gunfire.
"Fucker!" Vince screamed, jerking the wheel to the left and clipping the biker's back tire, causing the rider to lose control and smash into a tree. "Get some!" V cheered. He picked up his radio and gave the all clear to Dominic.
That only left the van, which kept up at the high rate of speed of the Hondas. The back door to the van slid open, and a masked man stood in the opening. He pulled out a fully-automatic rifle and started unloading on the two cars ahead.
"Jesse, pull back!" Dom ordered and hauled ass up to Letty's bumper. They watched as Letty did her best to avoid the bullets coming at her and maintain control of the speeding car, but several shots still hit her back windshield, shattering the glass. Dom grabbed the shotgun and pointed it out the window, firing at the gunman. The lifeless body fell from the van, landing hard on the road below. Dom curved the wheel, rolling over the body with a thud.
"Where we going, Dom?" Letty buzzed anxiously as they came upon a four-way road.
"Hard left," Jax replied.
The crew broke left down a wooded road, forcing the van to cut them off.
"Who the hell are these guys?" Dom asked over to his passenger.
"Rival bikers. Probably looking to intercept the guns," he answered.
"No shit," Dom replied. "Are there more coming?"
"I don't know. Luckily we're close. I'm gonna call the Bastards and tell them to be looking out," Jax said, pulling out his cell again.
"Dom, we gotta shake this guy," Jesse chimed in nervously.
"I got him Jess, you guys just keep going. We're almost there."
The small woodland road didn't provide much room for error. With only a small guardrail on the right, and a steep hill on the left, any wrong move could prove fatal for all parties. When the driver of the van pointed a weapon out the window, aiming it at Jesse's car, Dom reached down and turned on the nitrous oxide.
"What's that?" Jax asked.
"Our way out. Jesse, Letty - I need you guys to get clear of us," Dom ordered.
When the driver started firing rounds again, Dom pressed that glorious red button, sending his Honda into hyper-speed. He smashed into the back of the van at ninety miles an hour, and counting. The power from the Honda engine forced the van to the edge of the road, but it also forced Dom to teeter along the edge as well.
"Dom, move over a bit. I'm coming," Vince called out.
"Not much room to move, V."
Vince sped up and forced his car in between the van and the guardrail. With a turn of the wheel, he crashed into the van. The driver swerved for a moment, before ramming right back into the Honda, crushing it against the guardrail. In a moment of synchronisity, both Dom and Vince slammed into the van, forcing the vehicle off the edge and down the cliff. Dom curved his wheel just in time to avoid falling over the side with him. V dropped back and allowed Dom to pull in front of him, and the five vehicles hurried off the small road and to their destination.
"Sweet Jesus, that was some fantastic driving, kid. Whoo!" Chibs cheered eagerly, clapping his hand happily on the door.
Jesse grinned proudly and slammed on the brakes behind the others as the arrived at their destination - a rundown barn in the middle of nowhere. Dom was the only member of Team Toretto to step out, moving to assess the damage of their cars. He headed over to Letty's car first.
"Baby... you okay?" he asked, leaning in to check her out.
"I'm okay. What the hell was that?" she muttered quietly, watching as the two groups of bikers talk.
"Someone sold them out to a rival club. You good to drive back like this?"
"Yeah. Let's just get the hell back home," she replied. Dom gave a nod and leaned in to kiss her, happy when she obliged.
He headed over to Vince, who was standing outside of his car brushing the broken glass from inside to the gravel below.
"How you feeling, boss?" V asked. "I saw you take that guy out."
"It was either him or Letty. I'd make that choice every day if I had to," Dom replied. He had never taken a life before, but it came easy when Letty's safety was in jeopardy. "Stay on guard, we're not done yet."
Vince nodded and Dom moved over to his car, leaning back and waiting as the men unloaded their products. A tall, dark-skinned biker walked over to him.
"I'm Rico, club president. Heard y'all caught some flack on the way in," he said, eyeing the bullet damage of the cars. "It wasn't supposed to go down like that. My bad."
"Luckily, my team's still whole," Dom replied.
"Here... for your troubles. Should cover the damage," he pulled a thick white envelope from his kutte. "I was gonna give it to the white boys, but he thought it was best I give it to you."
Dom accepted the envelope with a nod as Jax approached.
"Thanks," Dom said.
"Everyone good to drive?" Jax asked, taking in the damage to the Honda's.
"Yeah. Can we expect round two on the way back?"
"You shouldn't, but I'mma have a few of my boys escort you half-way. They'll take care of any trouble you come across."
"I called the clubhouse. They'll meet us with a tow when we hit the city," Jax added.
Dominic nodded and slid back in his car, ready to have this nonsense over with. After a few minutes, Teller climbed back in next to him. Without another word, Dom fired up the Civic and roared back towards California.
Halfway through the ride, Juice looked over at Letty, who had kept quiet during the drive.
"So you and Dominic, huh? Can't say I didn't see that coming."
She smirked, "Why do you say that?"
"Oh please," he said, "You found any reason to be over at the Toretto house, or at their garage. You knew exactly what you were doing. How'd that happen?"
"He nearly killed me at a race, then wouldn't stop pestering me about going on a date," she said, shrugging casually.
"He's good to you, yeah?"
"And if he's not? You gonna sic your dogs on him?" she shook her head with laugh. "He's great."
"I see Mia's still looking good," he said.
"She's still untouchable, too," she reminded. "Don't even try it, especially not in that kutte. Dom doesn't let any guys within twenty feet of her."
"So... robbing semis? What the hell is that?"
"No clue," she said with sigh. "Some half-baked plan Vince dug up. And thanks to you showing up, he's using this as leverage to get Dom on board."
"Do you guys know what you're doing? I mean, it sounds insane, and kinda stupid."
"Says the guy vying for the affection of white trash bikers," she retorted. "We can drive, you saw that. Just gotta work on the execution."
"I hope it works out, for your sake. You were the only of our cousins who I actually like."
"Pull over there," Jax directed, pointing to an abandoned supermarket just inside of LA. Waiting for them was several Harley's and the SAMCRO tow truck. While Letty's car was being hooked to the back of it, the two groups were facing off once again.
"I'm guessing everyone survived?" Clay Morrow - club president - said.
"Barely," Opie replied.
"That was pretty fucked up. You guys deal with shit like that all the time?" Letty asked.
"Only when there's nothing else to do," Clay joked, pulling another envelope from his kutte, "Fifteen thousand, as promised."
"What about our other promise?" Dom spoke. "We get the 'loose-ends' pass, right? None of my team gets touched."
"As far as we're concerned, this never happened and we don't know you. Just some street-racing punks needing car advice and a tow," Clay smiled. "Lowell's gonna drop off your ride."
Dom smirked and nodded, though he wasn't sure if he believed Morrow. He would remind his team to stay on high-alert during the next few days.
Letty walked over to Juice and pulled him into a hug, "Please don't get yourself killed."
"You too," he replied. "Tell mom I'm okay, will you?"
"Tell her yourself," she smiled and slid into Dom's Honda.
The bikers watched them drive off into the city.
"You mean that, right? You're gonna let them slide?" Jax asked. "They're good people, Clay."
"We voted; as long as this doesn't blow back, they get the family pass. Besides... I'd hate to think of a world where that fine piece of ass isn't walking around in it," Clay chuckled.
"Good work tonight boys," Dom said as his friends loaded up in their cars and headed for home, leaving him standing outside of DT's with Letty. She sighed, dropping her head on his shoulders. He wrapped his muscular arm around her waist. "You too. Great driving tonight."
"Automatic rifles will make anyone a good driver," she said.
"I'm sorry that happened. I know it was scary shit."
She shrugged, though the shakiness of the hand he was holding said that the intense ride had her rattled.
"You don't have to be so tough all the time, ya know," he reminded with a smile. "Not around me."
Letty nodded, planting a kiss on his shoulder before leading him by hand to his Mazda. They climbed in and he drove the short distance to the home they all shared. They crept quietly past Mia's bedroom to their own, where they stripped down and climbed into bed together.
Laying in the darkness gave Dom the confidence to speak unabashedly, "You know you don't have to do any of this. The trucks. I'm not sure I want to do them myself after tonight. Tonight could've gone terribly wrong."
"But it didn't. Things went about as badly as we expected, and we survived," she replied. "Just like we always do. Like we always will. The trucks won't be nearly as dangerous if it goes how we planned. A simple shoot and jump. Nobody gets hurt."
"I'd die if anything happened to you," Dom said softly, his hand cupping her face gently.
Letty mounted Dom, her hands placed firmly on his pecs, "I'm here for the long-run, Toretto. We won't ever get that close to death again. And if we do, we go out together. Deal?"
Dom grinned and pulled her face down to his, kissing her hard and passionately. She pulled away with his lip caught in between her teeth, a sultry smile plastered on her face, "Deal?"
"Deal. You and me against the world, baby."