𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐄 | ❝ Fool me once, fool me twice ... Are you death or paradise? ❞
mallory reid was a woman who had accomplished many things. though, her accomplishments meant nothing to anyone but a select few. the hard working agent had f...
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chapter four. ❝ Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe. ❞ 【 Albert Einstein 】
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Once she was dropped off, Mal had made a decision that she would be going out and attempting to race. She needed to impress and get the gang in full trust so she could find out anything that they were hiding. She would gladly turn Toretto over her, he was a pain in her ass. A nuisance.
But he wasn't dumb. She knew that and she knew she needed to play her cards well if she wanted to pull off this bust with Brian. The two needed to be extremely careful with how they acted or what they reveal to the small circle of racers.
From the time that Toretto had dropped Mal off, she had been helping Brian install NOS into their vehicles. The two mumbling discussions of the information they had gathered so far.
"I've been added to the gang. I have to help them out, which can be our ticket to learn so much more," Mal mumbled as she grabbed a wrench, connecting the tubes to the back seats.
"Are you sure that's safe?" Brain questioned as he rose from his vehicle, "You don't need to be getting hurt and they said for us not to get close.."
"What do you call this then?" Mal questioned as she pointed down at the NOS before wiping away bits of her hair that had fallen into her face.
Brian didn't say much more. Going back to his work while ignoring Harry's occasional hits that amateurs shouldn't mess with NOS. For the most part, Mal agreed but instead, she believed that Brian shouldn't have access to NOS.
Mallory entered her vehicle after she finished working on it. Revving it up to make sure that the NOS was added the right way and that if she raced, it would work. She flipped a few switches on a panel before switching gears and pressing down on the gas to see if it worked smoothly.
And it did.
"Jesus, Mal," Brian couldn't help but look shocked, "You really know what you're doing."
Mal leaned out of her passenger side window, "That I do. Now hurry up, I'm not being late for you."
