𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑇𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑀𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑂𝑓 𝐹𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 ✔️

chapter twelve

Third Person's POV

Because Britney was the one who won the race, she got to have a private meeting to go over the details of what Braga expected. Britney walked through the crowded club. The atmosphere made her very uncomfortable. There's too many sweaty people with no sense of personal space. She didn't know that her father was here as she had snuck out, as she thought that he was sleeping.

She was wearing a black tank top, with a pair of shorts of course converse on her feet to fit the mood and she grabbed a leather jacket to go along with tonight. 

What caught her eye was a blonde dude at one of the pool tables, as her eyes widened at seeing who it was. Her father.

She made her escape well not really escaping but went towards the bar in efforts to get away from her father. "A Dr. Pepper please." She asked the bartender as she turned around to see if her father was following her. Which he wasn't so that made it good. She sat down on one of the bar stools, which was a little difficult because she was short and these were taller than she was. Literally.

Once she got comfortable she felt someone brush against her skin as she instinctively grabbed her gun but didn't point it at the person. She looked over and saw it was her father, she was ready for whatever was going to happen but shockingly it didn't happen.

"I know why you're here." Brian said to his daughter as she took a nice long sip from her soda.

"Oh, really is it the same reason why you're here, or is it because you don't trust me." Britney said back to her father as she didn't mean that it came out snappy she just had a lot on her mind right now and she doesn't really want to be talking to her father about this. But apparently she doesn't have no choice but to. Yay.

"Sorry to hear about Dwight." Brian spoke. Dwight was one of the other drivers, but he got arrested, thanks to Brian and Dwight could no longer work for Braga. So, Brian filled his place. "The night you get your house raided by the feds, you make the team. So unfortunate." Brian added with a mischievous smirk on his face that often matches Britney's. It's not hard to know where she got that from.

"Oh, I wonder who's to blame for that."  Britney said with a sarcastic smile as she turned to her father. Brian looked at Britney for a moment, as her face took another long sip from her soda.

"What's wrong?" Brian asked his daughter as she rolled her matching blue eyes at him, making him sigh as he prepares himself for a sarcastic comment from his daughter. 

"So why are you here?" Britney snapped a little at her father as he gave her a side-eyed look.

"You could tell me why you're here and we can go from there." Brian said in the same tone as his daughter as she rolled her eyes as she finished her drink.

Across the room, Campos spotted the girl driver and practically ran to her. He was happy to see her.

"Aye, what up fella and lady?" Campos says slapping the father on the back in a friendly manner, almost making Brian choke on his Corona. Britney snickered at seeing her father as he gave her a look.

"You got some balls chica! I'm glad we were able to fit you in. I like having you around." He said to Britney as a smirk played at his lips. His eyes wandered up and down her tiny short body. Britney was totally uncomfortable and cleared her throat, as Brian noticed this discomfort from his daughter and stood up.