ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ, ᴏʀ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ
After Jakob took off, Violet decided that it was going to be her who brought him back home, despite Dom's reasonings. Violet wasn't going to sit around and watch the family she loved so dearly move on like nothing happened. H...
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𝚂 𝚄 𝙼 𝙼 𝙴 𝚁 𝟸 𝟶 𝟶 𝟿 𝚅𝙸𝙾𝙻𝙴𝚃'𝚂 𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙴
Nothing changed for Violet when she met Han. He was a fun person to be around, and Violet enjoyed her time with him. It dawned on Violet that it was probably time to leave and continue to look for Jakob. She loved her time in Peru, but she couldn't keep living without knowing where Jake was. That was Violet purpose of leaving home – and she lost sight of that.
Violet sat in her car, tapping her fingers against the steering wheel. She was trying to figure out how to tell the others that it was time to move on and to disband the crew. Violet didn't want to lose contact with the guys, but she also didn't want anyone to tell the feds where she was heading next. She wasn't worried about Leon; he knew how to blend in and sneak around without the feds finding him.
She was worried about Emmett opening his mouth – he was the only one she worried about. Emmett didn't have a big mouth, but at the same time, when he got drunk, he had loose lips. Violet didn't need Emmett accidentally telling someone something that related to her or her family. It wasn't something she needed; she didn't need the feds on her ass right now.
Violet sighed, looking at the two toy cars in her cupholder. She stuck them in there after the last race. She picked up the Mustang, looking it over. Violet wondered how long Jakob had held onto that Hot Wheels – it looked several years old before she got her hands on it. Violet questioned many things about how Jakob just willingly left without putting up a fight.
As much as the siblings were best friends, relied on each other, they were still siblings. They bitched and fought – but Jakob just took Dom's words as stock and ran away. Something Violet had in common with Jakob.
"Plannin' your escape?" Violet lifted her head up, seeing Han standing by the Nissan's open door.
Violet wasn't going to lie, she kinda was. "Not really." Violet looked at Han with a small smile on her face. "I wanted to make sure the mod I put in actually worked with the car, I got in my head, and now I've been sitting here for..." Violet pulled out her phone from her pocket to check the time. "About thirty minutes." Violet chuckled softly, shaking her head at herself.
"Really got in your head, huh?" Han knelt in front of where Violet sat. "Wanna talk 'bout it?" Han asked.
Up until that point, Violet hadn't mentioned much about her life, nor did Han, they were just going by, day to day, not mentioning much about their past lives. They both found out they were originally from California, but outside of that tidbit of information and being interested in cars, Violet and Han kept their personal lives private.
Han noticed the How Wheels in Violet's hand. "Damn, I haven't seen a Hot Wheels in years." Violet passed the Mustang over to him. "Where'd you find these? And I didn't know you were a classic car kinda girl." Han flashed a smirk briefly in Violet's direction.
