Hold Me Tight || Han Lue [ON HOLD]

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Dom was true to his word.

They needed more than one car to get this job done. And they couldn't be spending their days wasting time. Reyes was waiting for their next attack; they needed the wheels and the speed to do just that. They also didn't know how much time they had left before the feds found their location either.

Violet sat in the passenger seat of the Charger as Dom drove towards the race location. Brian was behind them in the Porsche with Roman in the passenger seat. Violet was silent the moment she climbed into the Charger. It reminded her of the last time Dom drove her home, that was when the arguments between them increased. Dom didn't even bother to try and talk to her.

Dom was more impressed that Violet actually got into the car with him.

Violet looked out the window, looking at the cameras that were sitting around. The only way they'd be getting any cars would be pink slipping. Violet didn't particularly like offering up pink slips, but in this case, there was nothing she could do about it. They needed cars.

Violet rolled down the window of the Charger, seeing a car she liked. Violet knew the way that Nissan drove, and she knew it was fast. Violet looked over at her brother, gesturing her head towards the parked Nissan. Dom pulled to a stop, tilting his body forward to see what Violet was gesturing to. "Brian's gonna get the Impreza." Dom commented, casually pointing over to the Impreza that was parked away from the Nissan.

"Sounds good." Violet climbed out of the car without another word to Dom. She pulled her hair into a ponytail as she waited for the three men to approach.

Violet wasn't sure if the racers knew who she was, but knowing she was with Dom, she had some street cred. Violet walked alongside Roman, waiting to see if the Nissan was going up to race or not. Violet always felt awkward about asking for a race, but tonight, she'd have to get over it.

Violet noticed that Roman was looking at the women who walked by. There was a grin on his face. "Home sweet home." Violet commented – Dom had same the same thing last night. It was like Violet never left. She looked down at her tank top before starting to roll it up.

Roman looked over at her, "Whatcha doin'?"

Violet tucked the extra fabric of the tank top under the band of the bra. Violet then pulled down the front to expose more of her chest. Roman stopped, trying to figure out what Violet was doing. "Are you trying to impress?"

"No," Violet shook her head. "When you look hot, guys underestimate you." Violet pulled some shorter strands of hair from her ponytail. If Violet had known she'd be racing in the nightlife, she would have packed something a little more interesting, but Violet wasn't thinking that far ahead. "And I... kinda made a name for myself in South America, I just don't know if the people of Rio's racing scene know it well enough." Violet said as she adjusted her belly button piercing.