It's Gonna Be Fun

Chapter 8 - Fishiness & Forgiveness

Our transportation method through New York is absolutely appalling. I get that we have to travel discreetly since Dom and the bitch took God's Eye. Trust me, I understand the severe necessity for discretion, but this is ridiculous. Even considering all of the crazy-ass shit we've done, moving around in a huge fucking live-action rotting fish tank has to be the nastiest. I mean, it's like a dry aquarium, who the hell does this for a living?

"Why are we traveling like this again?" Roman asked, gagging a little.

"Yeah, there had to have been a better and more sanitary way to get around." I added.

"We did it this way because your boy took God's Eye, so we need to stay off of the grid for our safety. Sorry princesses." Little Nobody said.

Growling at the audacity, I was about to move towards him but Dex wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to him. With every passing moment, I like him less and I'm anticipating the moment when I can accidentally shoot him. I grabbed one of the dead fish and smacked him upside the head with it instead.

Dex turned me around and pulled me in again, keeping me close so that all I could smell was his cologne while everyone else laughed. I laid my head in the crook of his neck and inhaled deeply, letting his cologne permeate my senses. A good and bad idea all in all but I won't complain as long as I don't have to smell fish and as long as it keeps me in his arms. I'm falling again, hard and fast, not that I ever fell out of love with him. Being in his arms is home, he's home.

"I warned you, didn't I? I told you to keep away when she goes all latina she-devil/demon from hell, but if you were a smart man you wouldn't provoke the demon either." Hobbs told him.

"I'm speaking from experience mate, don't get her mad." Dex grimaced, making me laugh as he rubbed his hand over the right side of his head, just over his ear.

He pissed me off once and I was cleaning my gun when he decided to grab me out of the blue. I didn't shoot him but I kind of hit him with the gun and the scar is still there. That really was an accident, just don't make me mad.

"Okay, I get staying under the radar, but like this?" Roman insisted.

Suddenly the truck stopped and the door opened so I turned around and regretted it immediately. The smell of dead fish was even stronger if possible . . . I hate fish markets with a passion because of this. At this point all I can do is crinkle my nose and cover my face with my shirt because even Dex can't fix this. Disgusting to say the least.

"Look here man, before I throw up in my mouth and Kaylee throws up on you, let me ask you what are we doing here?" Roman asked.

"That's a good question Roman, let me show you." Little Nobody said as we got out of the truck. "Welcome to our new base of operations."

The very inconspicuous metal doors slid open to reveal my very own wet dream, my personal heaven on earth. My storage unit has the capacity to store a good 10 to 15 cars but this . . . this is my own nirvana. It's like the adult version of leaving a kid in a candy store and in the words of Roman Pearce, we hungry.

"Holy shit." I muttered, yanking on Letty's arm. "Are you seeing this?"

"This . . . is heaven." Tej said.

"No seriously though, what is this place?" Letty asked.

"It's the agency garage, we call it the Toy Shop." Hobbs said as he walked in.

"Once again . . . holy shit." I repeated.

"This is where we house every vehicle seized from the drug busts on the East Coast. Now Mr. Nobody said that if we're gonna have a chance of catching Dom, we're gonna have to be damn fast. I figured this could help." Little Nobody said.

"Maybe you have some hope after all." I added. "We got a tank, Tej!"

"750 horsepower, 6.6 litre V8 duramax engine with the M153 probe remotely operated weapon station on top." Tej said with a happy smile.

"You didn't get that from drug dealers." Ramsey smirked, walking around the tank or Tej, I haven't decided.

"No, no, that is on loan, United States Army Weaponry." Little Nobody replied.

I let them argue over what vehicles were and weren't available for street use because the response seems obvious to me but boys will be boys. While they did that I wandered and scoped the garage. Three cars caught my interest but one in particular has me salivating. It's not American muscle like my normal rides are but it's one of the fastest cars in the world and damn is it a beauty.

The Zenvo ST1, it's Danish made, 6.8 litre V8 engine, 7 speed paddle shift synchronized with auto mode, and 7 speed sequential in bad ass black. It's one of my dream cars and that is a very long list, but the Zenvo tops it. She's so damn sexy!

"I knew you would gravitate this way." I heard when I felt his arms wind around my waist again.

"It's on the list and now it's mine for the taking but how do I choose when right next to it is a Pagani Huayra BC and a Hennessy Venom GT?" I asked, turning to smile at Dex and wrap my arms around his neck.

"What happened to all of your American muscle preferences?" He joked.

"Well I met a guy who knows a thing or two . . . a man who showed me that even though no car will ever beat out an American muscle car in my top favorites, there are a few finer things in life to appreciate."

"I'm glad that you got to that point. This is the first genuine smile that I've seen on your face in the past three days. Beautiful as always." he said, cradling my cheek.

"Dex . . ." I whispered, getting on my toes to kiss him.

My emotions are a mess whenever he's involved. I covered his hand with my own, turning my face to kiss his palm. I'm aware that we have an audience but I'm not really worried about that right now.

"Will you ever be able to forgive me?" he asked.

"There's so much that happened, could you ever forgive me? I don't know how to move forward here." I continued to whisper.

"That's fair, you've always been honest with me, I didn't expect you to lie for my sake because it's not who you are. You need to know love, I need to tell you that I do love you. No matter what happens, I love you. I don't see what I have to forgive you for. You did the same thing I did, choose to protect your family." he said.

"Yes, I need to know that you forgive me for turning my back on you." I insisted.

"Kaylee, I almost killed you. In an effort to avoid the blame game and going back and forth over the same thing, let's just say we forgive each other."

"We forgive each other, I like that. We were doing the same thing, I love you." I told him.

"I love you too, now we figure out how to move on because even though you say there's nothing to forgive, I know it's harder to forget." He said, kissing my forehead before walking away.