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A/N: And Hello my wonderful readers. So this update is coming on Monday (today) and I'm sorry but last week is getting two updates. I'm going to try to get us up to three updates a week, but it might be less than that. I still haven't finished typing up Chapter 259, I'm really struggling, I've hit a real block and I'm dead tired and honestly between work, school and co-op I have no time to write. I'm going to try my best, but as I said, we might be getting less than three updates a week. I hope that's still okay. Please tell me when you review.

Chapter 258

Rowan paced back and forth and Wo and Conejo watched her do it. Upon realizing that Trevor was in quite a bit of trouble, the ditched the abandoning him in the arena office plan and moved onto a secondary one. They had put the unconscious body of her brother in the trunk of their Audi and then back to his apartment. He hadn't moved, same place as she remembered. Even remembered where he hid his spare key.

Once they were inside Rowan couldn't avoid the questions that were going to come up from her two boys.

She had been forced to explain to them what the mark had meant to her and why she was so upset to see it on her brother. She finally told them the truth about the Professional scam. About being blacklisted at all major gambling houses in Vegas and half of the East Coast of Canada. About Trev's gambling problem. About the Stepanov's recruiting her as a get away driver. About the accident that killed her career.

At that point she segued away from the conversation to confirm that it was the accident that derailed her chance at the Olympics the first time, and that her travelling to this universe had derailed her last chance to get there. She also had to explain how her career, specifically her choice to go solo, had impacted Trevor's already existing gambling addiction, before getting back to the point of this whole twisted saga.

She told them about the Stepanov's, about her problems with Irina. About how the crash, the accident that ended her skating career, was done purposely. About how that crash killed everyone in the car except her. About how she had been conscious before they got her out of the wreck, something she hadn't really told anyone. She told them about witness protection, about Irina stabbing her, about Trevor and Malcolm and how they got together because Rowan annoyed Malcolm into essentially coming out. But most importantly, she explained that Trevor only got out from under the Stepanov's because of her.

It was a lot of information to throw at Wo Fat and Conejo and both of them were kind of just sitting there in shock over it. she waited to see if they had any more questions and when they finally seemed to be done asking them, she said: "We have to do something."

"Well I don't see how, or why we have to? He's not really your brother, you know," Wo Fat reminded her. It was easy to tell that Wo Fat was… well… jealous.

Rowan hit him with a dark glare. "The whole thing that saved him from this was the fact that I could drive. He doesn't have me, so what's going to happen huh? I know he can't pay his debts. He'll be chopped up."

"So, we pay his debts. We find out how much it is and we pay his debts," Conejo told her with a shrug. He had just finished going through the fridge and was now going through the pantry. Damn why was he always hungry? "Easy."

"Not easy. They're greedy people. I give them money, they'll want more. I need them off him, I need them to know he's untouchable. I need him to be safe."

Wo Fat nodded, clearly he understood what the Stepanov's were like, probably because he was like them himself, but he still said: "But he is not your real brother."

"Neither are you," Rowan cried. "I'd do it for you, I'd do it for Conejo, hell I'd do it for Steve and he chose Catherine instead of me! We are going to save my brother, you got me? Now help me figure out a way to do that."

Wo Fat sighed, looked very hard at the girl he called his sister, as If weighing the pros and cons of this. He hadn't ever said no to her before but maybe this was thing that got him, maybe this was when he'd stop pandering to her. Instead, after thinking long and hard about it, holding her quivering blue gaze with his calm unwavering dark brown one, he said: " Fine. Here's what we should do…"

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Electricity crackled all throughout the room and everything electric in the small back office of the garage died in an instant. A portal opened and Rowan, Wo Fat and Conejo stepped out of the void and into the room. Immediately Conejo found himself looking around, his eyes narrowed as if he were expecting something, instead Rowan slapped his shoulder and they all started moving.

Rowan and Wo Fat went to the desk, Conejo went to the door, opening it a crack to look out of it.

"Okay, so… uh… last time I went through this he had everything in a little green flip book, you know like a receipt pad, it uh… it says For Fox Sake on it," she said. Wo Fat turned to her, at the door Conejo turned to her too. "What? He thought it was funny!" she cried though she didn't know why she was justifying it for him. "Oh, just go back to looking."

Conejo turned back to the door for all of two seconds before he let it go and moved towards the monitors by the wall. Four TVs were sitting there, normally they'd be playing feeds of the garage, it was so the Stepanov's could have their meetings in the back but still know what was going on outside. They were nothing but static at the moment though.

"I thought you said this was CCTV footage," Conejo whispered. It helped that Roman and Irina hadn't moved their headquarters. It was still in the garage of the dirtiest mechanic in town. He'd chop your car apart and sell it back to you piecemeal. He was who Rowan would take the cars she got from the Professional scam she ran. It was actually how Trevor met Roman Stepanov in the first place. The mechanic put them in touch when Trevor mentioned he needed more money to gamble. Up until that point, though, neither Pierce sibling had bumped into Roman before, despite being in that garage quite often.

He was also the mechanic who vouched for Rowan when Trevor told them that she was the better driver of the two and that she'd be down to help them in return for not breaking her brother's legs.

But now was not the time to get into that.

"It's supposed to be," she said with a shrug.

Conejo fiddled with the TVs for a little longer. Long enough to get someone else's attention. "What are you doing?" Wo Fat asked stopping from his search to brace himself on the desk and glare at him.

"Well… these are all fried," he said. "The uh… the clock on the wall isn't working anymore either."

"Okay? So?"

"Well try the computer on your desk, does it turn on?" Conejo asked.

Wo Fat indulged him and then shook his head. "So, everything in this office is crap so what?"

"Okay, hey, I've been noticing somethings, and I think I got a theory."

At that point both Rowan and Wo Fat stopped. Wo Fat sighed, clearly frustrated while Rowan just glared at him. This was not the time for theories. "Okay, call me crazy, but remember at the hotel? Every time Rowan would void in and out of it, our TV would stop working, as would the fridge and the clock, right?"

Wait… it had? Rowan turned to Wo fat. "Yeah so?"

"And the trip through the void killed our phones."

Okay that part she knew. "Get to the point please," Rowan snapped.

"I think her void shit takes out electronics," Conejo said. Rowan blinked her eyes and Wo Fat did the same. "Like, if she opens up a portal it messes with the electrical field and takes out everything electronic in the area."

Rowan turned to Wo Fat. She wasn't sure what to do with that information, let alone how to figure out whether or not it's true. Wo Fat merely scowled at Conejo. "As fascinating as this is, I really, really need you to watch the damn door, do you think you can do that? We can figure out the void shit later, let's just try to not get caught trying to steal from these people."

Conejo huffed but did as he was told shuffling back to the door, opening it a crack to keep watch out of it.

It took a few more seconds but after a furtive search they turned up the book, taped to the bottom of a drawer.

Wo Fat tugged it loose and then looked it over. "That was a very uninspiring place to hide something this thick…"

"Yeah, he's really not the brains, his sister is… and if we're lucky she'll still be at home in the motherland," she told him snatching the book out of his hands and flipping through it until she spotted her brother's name.

But the number in the red column wasn't anywhere close to the number she was thinking she'd find.

"Holy shit!" she groaned and Wo Fat took the book.

"24 mill?" he read out. "Rowan!"

"Whoa, this kid has a serious gambling issue," Conejo snapped. "How much did he owe when you did this when you were home?"

"Like… 3 mill," she whispered. "But I… when he couldn't pay the first time… they just came to me right away… he always came to me when he got himself into something he couldn't smile his way out of…"

Wo Fat stared at her for a second. "And he was your older brother."

Rowan turned a glare to him. "Stop throwing shade, we don't need it right now, okay?" she ordered and he sighed. He let Rowan sweep everything off the table even though both boys winced at the loud noise it made. She was originally going to uncover the calendar taped below the cluttered desk, piece but piece but she was too angry and too frazzled to care about being subtle now. Rowan looked over the calendar on the table. She knew his codes she knew what everything meant. She copied it down on a piece of paper before pocketing it.

"Kay I got it," she said to them both. "Next heist in three days, but he should be racing tonight."

"Good," Wo said. "Kong got us the info on the Stepanov's and their crew. Conejo is going to deal with the driver, make sure that he can't make it. I'll sit on your brother, you go to the race with Con once he's done with the driver, he won't recognize Con but he might recognize me."

"We got people coming," Con hissed rushing back to them. "Jump now, plan later."

Rowan nodded, opened up another portal and calmly the three of them walked in before Roman could come into the room leaving no evidence that they had been there except for the destroyed desk, the missing book and the fried electronics.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Trevor woke up to his head pounding and someone moving around his apartment. He couldn't remember much except that he had found his sister and then been brutally attacked. He had a feeling that Rowan would still be hanging around, he figured she was there to visit her old home. He had a feeling the arena would be another place she'd want to visit, if she were like him she'd either have spent a lot of time there watching him skate or skating herself. He was very happy to see that she was a skater just like him, but he even he could see that she was well… better than him.

He put a hand to the back of his head before getting up. He figured, since he had gotten home, that someone had come and found him unconscious at the rink and brought him home. He figured that it was Sarah. There was no way that she would have left Evolet unattended. So, the TV going was probably one of Evolet's annoying kid's shows. There was no reason to expect that someone else was in his apartment.

So, he was rather surprised when, instead of his best friend and his god-daughter, he found a rather attractive Asian looking male in a nice suit, with his feet up on his coffee table, drinking fancy alcohol in a fancy glass he swore he didn't own.

Trevor stared at him as he lounged on Trevor's couch.

"Uh…. Hi?" Trevor asked and the man turned to him. Half his face was covered in burns and just like that he wasn't as attractive anymore

"Morning!" he said and then looked down to his watch. "Well… evening actually."

"Uh… kay… who are you…"

"Not important," the guy taking another sip of his drink. He clocked Trevor's narrowed stare and sighed. "If it'll make you feel better you can call me Oz."

Oh my god. Oz. Rowan's Oz. This was her older brother. And yeah, he could see why his dad was threatened by him, the man oozed deadliness. He was going to have to be careful what he said to him.

"Okay…" Trevor said carefully and then asked: "So why are you in my apartment… Oz?"

"Because I've been told to sit on you until further notice. So, you better not run, because I'm ready to keep you secure with the most extreme of measures."

Trevor blinked his eyes. Oh god it was the Stepanovs they had sent someone to watch him to make sure he didn't snitch on them for their next heist. But they had sent… Rowan's older brother? Oh god they must have known one another. Maybe… maybe if he got to Rowan, he could get them to flip sides.

"No, now wait a second," he whispered. "I was bluffing… it was just to get them off my back… I'm not gonna say shit. I promise."

The man nodded. "That's wonderful and I'm sure if I worked for them, I'd care," he said.

"You don't work for the Stepanovs?"

"No. I work for no one except myself," he said. "And luckily for you I've decided to help you."

"Help me? Why?"

"I unno, my sister likes you," he said with a shrug. Well that didn't sound like it was Oz's decision to help him. "And she's decided that we're gonna clear up your debts, all you have to do is stay here. And I'm to make sure that you do."

SHE DID?! Rowan had sent him. Rowan had sent him to help. Oh god, yes, this was great. A step in the right direction. Trevor went to sit down beside him but one single glare from Oz sent him skittering back.

"I uh… I'm going to go shower," he said while Oz continued to stare at him with an unimpressed glare on his face.

"You do what you gotta do," he said to him, clearly not interested in him. Trevor walked away, heading for the shower, stopping first at his room to grab his phone only to find out that his phone was gone. That meant Oz had it.

There was obviously a plan here, he just wished he knew what it was. And he hoped that Rowan would come back so he could get to know her, because at the moment she seemed a little more… dangerous then he really ever expected her to be though he had a feeling that at that moment it was going to work out to his benefit.

H5O-H5O-H5O-H5O

Roman, leaning against his car, smiled happily to himself. It had been a good day, he was making money, good money too. Which meant his sister could stop bitching about his drag racing on the side.

He thought there wouldn't be anyone who could beat him, no one who could give him a run a little black Audi R8 LMS rolled up to where the gang's cars were all parked by the kink in the bend. It was the kind of car that posh racers liked to use. The kind of sucker they exploited on the regular. They were going to make mint off this poor fool.

So they were all a little shocked to see this little girl in a pair black leggings and a tight fitted hunter green tweed type jacket get out of the driver's side of the car. Oh yes, they were going to make a lot of money off of this girl, but if Roman was lucky he'd get something a little more. He looked her up and down appreciating the look of her and being quite blatant about it.

He loved watching her skip up to him, this big giant grin on her face like she was excited to be there. He smiled his own wolfish grin at her as he got off of his car to approach her. "Hello there kotik and what brings a girl like you to my life at such a late hour?"

"Trevor Pierce."

Roman blinked his eyes. Yeah, he had not been expecting that. Why the hell did this little bitch care about that waste of space? Roman was no longer smiling at her though the girl was hitting him with a coquettish flirtatious grin.

"I hear he owes you a lot of money," she said. "I was hoping that you'd uh… be willing to come to some kind of arrangement."

Roman looked her up and down again. This girl and Trevor talked a lot a like, and they both seemed to think that he was a bank. Though, unlike in Trevor's case he was willing to come up with something, so long as he got something in return.

"A race," she said knocking all the dirty thoughts out of his head. "One race. If I win you let him go."

Roman laughed she wanted to race him? "You ever raced before kotik?" he asked her.

"No. But I've borrowed my friend's car and I know it goes fast."

Oh, even better. She had never raced before. She probably didn't even know the car. This was going to be the easiest race to win.

"And what do I get if you lose?" he asked, smiling at her, she might not have realized it but he did. This race was already won.

The girl seemed to think for a bit. "Well, we brought about ten grand with us, is that enough?"

More than enough. "Alright, well sounds like we have a deal. Here's the course, you go up and around, loop at the gas station and then meet back here. You think you can do that."

"Uh… I uh… I think so?" she said. He tried to hide his smile, this girl wasn't from around here. This was going to make things so much easier. She smiled almost warmly at him, in a flirtatious kind of way. "But you'll go easy on me, right? Cause I'm a beginner… right?"

Oh my god this girl was naive. Dear god this was wonderful, this was going to be the best score of the night. He tried to hide his happy grin, the laughter that was trying to bubble out.

"Anything you say kotik," he murmured. Her nose crinkled when he said it, his little Russian nickname for her. For a second he was certain that maybe, maybe she understood him but if she had she would have slapped him.

He got into his car and he put himself in position for the race to start, waiting until she did the same. Once she had the position both of them waited for the start marker. When the flare went off, he flew, her sleek little Audi following him, but he ate up the road between them until nothing was left. He was miles in front of her by the time they got to the gas station and that was it, he had won.

He finished up the rest of the race at basically a snail's pace and she still managed to come down off the trail a good three minutes behind him.

As soon as the race was done, the girl was out of the car. She approached him, a paper bag in her hands, one that she was clutching tightly. And that would be his money.

"Well that was fun, but it seems both you and Trevor are not so good at this whole racing thing hmmm?" he said he held out his hand for the bag of money she clearly owed him.

His little kotik surprised him though. Instead of just giving it to him, she clung to the bag instead setting a hopeful sort of frown onto him. "One more race? Just one more try. I just need one more chance."

Roman found himself laughing. Wow, and just like Trevor this girl didn't know when to quit. "No thank you. I'd feel bad taking advantage of you like that."

"Well how about if I make the wager worth your while?" she asked. "My pink slip for yours."

Roman stared at her. That was quite the ballsy move, and it definitely surprised him. "You think a car is worth that much? Do you know how much he owes?"

"Fine. My pink slip against all of yours. I win I get Trevor and the cars," she said. Roman glared at her.

"And if you lose?"

"Then you get my car, my money, and I'll take on the rest of Trevor's debts."

"How do I know you're good for them?" he growled. The girl blinked her eyes.

"How do you know I'm not?" she asked.

Okay, now he was more than a little suspicious. This was a strange request, and it seemed like she had something else planned. Roman shook his head again. "No, still doesn't seem worth it."

The girl merely shrugged. "I mean… I didn't peg you for a coward, but alright, take your measly ten grand and we can part…"

"What did you just call me?" Roman snapped and the girl had the nerve to look surprised. But she still looked him right in the eye to say: "I called you a coward."

Oh, she had a death wish this girl. "Fine. Fine. But if you lose, you're mine for a night."

This seemed to surprise the girl but she looked him up and down and then shook his hand. With the deal set, the girl got back in her car and Roman did the same.

It all started out the same. The two cars set themselves up, the starter marker went off and that's where it all went to shit. All of a suddenly the little Audi leapt forward, dashing away from him and his car. Suddenly she was the maneuver queen, getting around the two bends as if she were a drifting queen. And there was no amount of NOS in his tank that could save him, probably because he was certain that she was using NOS too. She must have had hidden tanks.

The Audi drifted across the finish line a food couple feet before Roman's car and by that point he was fucking furious. What the hell had just happened? Actually, no, he knew what happened, the problem was, how did it happen. How did that prissy, proper bitch get into his head?

He sat in his car briefly as if trying to breathe through the anger and humiliation but as soon as that girl came out of her car, smirking he way she was, he fucking lost it.

Roman quickly got out of his car, slamming his car door as he whirled on her. "You fucking bitch. You absolutely fucking bitch!" he shouted storming towards her. "You fucking played me!"

"Yes, it's called a hustle and you were a surprisingly easy mark. I can see why your sister is the brains of the outfit," she said with a smug grin. Around him his men went for their guns but she seemed unphased by the threat.

"You think this is a fucking game? You think I'm going to take a 24 million loss?"

"Well you're the one who agreed to the terms and conditions so… you know not my problem," she said with a shrug and with that the guns came out. She stared them all down completely unphased who the hell was this girl.

She sighed. "I don't think you want to go down this road," she warned him but when the guns stayed out and no one backed down the girl simply sighed again and then snapped her fingers. The door to her car opened up and a man in a rabbit mask with a sub machine gun appeared. God, no it couldn't be.

"Meet the friend."

This girl knew Sin Nombre? Holy fuck! Even his team were slowly starting to back away. Sin Nombre was legendary and none of them wanted to try taking him on.

"Look, you agreed to the bet, it's not my fault you lost. Do you know what they tattoo on you when you default on your debts in a Russian Gulag? Would you rather do that?" she asked and his snarl darkened. "Look this seems to be upsetting you so why don't I make you a counter offer hmm?"

Roman glared at her and her condescending tone but he did nod at her. "Alright. You can keep your car. I don't need no shitty Mazda MX anyway. In fact all of you can keep your cars. Hell you can even keep the ten grand," she said throwing the bag at him, it bounced off his chest and landed at his feet. "Counter offer, if you forgive Trevor's debt's, I'll drive in your next heist."

"I have a driver," he growled.

"No, you don't," she said with a shake of her head and worry crept up his spine. What had she done? She handed him a paper no doubt with her number. "When uh… when your driver tells you about his unfortunately incident… uh… call me."

"Wait!" he called after her. She obviously had him where she wanted him. The girl turned around and he forced himself to put on the cool leader persona. "You're good, I'll give you that… uh… I'll talk it over with the crew and then uh… I'll give you a call okay? … Kotik…"

The girl merely nodded as if she were fine with that. But as she was heading back towards the car, he called out for her again.

"There's a number but no name," he called out and that one won him a smirk.

"You can call me Professional," the girl said. "And best believe if you call me Kitten… or pussy… one more time, I'mma turn your Khuy into a kotik, you got me Comrade?"

Fuck she knew Russian too? Who the hell was this girl? Well the kind of girl who would threaten to mutilate his dick, that was for sure. She shook his hand and headed back to the car. He wasn't sure if he was afraid of turned on. Maybe a bit of both.