James and I were standing outside his car (yes, I was planning on letting him keep it after what he just did.) While we stood there and waited until he decided to let us go, a cop drove by, they let us go because the cops twigged on to us again. We headed back to the parking garage and traded cars for the Plymouth. We gunned our way back to "The Fort." The fort is just an endearing term we gave to my suburban house that we all hang out in. There are three ground rules for the house and the family: no cursing or otherwise profane gestures, no beer or wine or substances that cause a high, no women and men together out of marriage. When I'm not around, Kendra, my sister, keeps everyone straight. When I got back everyone heard my Hemi pull up, and they all came running out to greet me, but when James's face appeared at the window, Chase asked me why I brought him. I got out of the car and got right up in his face and said, "It's the other way around, he brought me. He hung back and helped me instead of running back to the fort." James stepped out and pulled me away from Chase before I beat the slop out of him. He asked me where he could get something to drink. I took him to the kitchen and got him a Coke and I grabbed a second for myself, and that's when everything changed.
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The Speedfreaks
ActionHi my name is Jet. I own a Plymouth Hemi'cuda and this is the story of how me and a family of street racers took down the biggest crime lord in Las Vegas.
