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Jakob

I pulled into the driveway. 

I got out. 

I headed into the backyard. 

Mia smiled, standing up. 

She hugged me. 

Dom and me hugged. 

Letty and me hugged. 

"Nice to see you again, Jakob. And under way better circumstances." 

"Yeah." 

All of us laughed. 

Three kids were running around. 

"My kids, Jack and Olivia." 

"My son, Little Brian." 

"Jack and Olivia!" A male called. 

They ran over. 

"That's Mia's boyfriend, Brian. He's a racer too. You should get to know him." 

"Sounds interesting." 

"Mm-hmm. That's how I met him. He was an undercover Cop at first. But turned on them to help me." 

"Mm-hmm." 

"Little Brian!" Dom called as he was running around. 

Little Brian giggled as he ran over. 

He stood in front of Dom. 

"Go ahead." 

I sat down. 

I was across from Brian. 

He smiled. 

Jack and Olivia were fooling around with their food. 

"Jack, I'm gonna take your stuff from you if you don't start eating your food. Same goes for you, Liv." 

"You are the worst Dad ever!" 

Mia laughed, placing her hand on his shoulder. 

"He didn't mean that. He's just mad." 

"It's not funny. What if he told you you're the worst Mom?" 

"He has. I ignore him because I know he's angry at me. People say things out of anger. I say things at you out of anger. You say things at me out of anger. We both know it's just the anger talking, Brian." 

Dom laughed. 

"I wish your brother would learn that." 

"Which one?" 

Roman nearly choked on his food, laughing. 

Letty laughed. 

"Well, they get pretty angry at each other as it is." 

"Mm! There's a big race tonight. Dom even convinced Mia to race." 

"Which is just stupid. I don't know what you guys find fun about it." 

"Just tell her to "Shut up." I do half the time, Jakob." 

"Where's your cross necklace?" 

"It was used as a Wedding ritual thing and now it's used to reassure this little man that I'll make it home every time." 

"Mine is... Somewhere." Mia told me. 

"Of course it is. Leave it up to you to lose yours." 

"Isn't it in the glove compartment?" 

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