Julianna 'Jules' Toretto the older sister to Mia and the youngest to Dom. She's a feisty and strategic racer who learned the best from her brother and friends. Family is everything to Jules, that is until a certain blonde works his way into her home...
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WHILE GISELE AND HAN RETURNED with the much needed handprint, Jules sat in front of a computer and bit her lip nervously as every single person in the group's profiles pulled up. All of which have the words "wanted fugitive" in big bold letters above.
"Shit." she cursed to herself, feeling Brian's heavy gaze behind her. "Guys! Shit, just got real." She called, turning in her seat to look toward the group.
"Yeah, the whole team just got burnt." Brian shouted, grabbing the group's attention as they quickly move towards them.
"Now we're all wanted." Mia said, being the first one to make it to her sister's side and read the screen.
"How did this happen?" Gisele asked as Jules typed away at the keyboard.
"US Diplomatic Security Service issued the warrants. More specifically, Agent L. Hobbs." She answered, reading the information that appeared on the screen.
"Hold on one second." Brian said, reaching a hand forward to take control of the mouse pad. "Hey, Dom. Is that the guy you saw in the favela?"
An image of a bald man with a full beard appears on the screen. He's not smiling, but is instead serious looking and looks rather built.
"Yeah." Dom answered, looking between his two sisters' heads.
"Hobbs is the leader of the elite task force for the DSS." Brian explained, letting the group in on what he already knew.
"So he's good." Tej declared in a melodramatic tone.
"When the FBI wants to find somebody, that's who they call. Because he never misses his mark. This guy is–he's Old Testament." Brain said. "Blood, bullets, wrath of God. That's his style."
"Morbid much." Jules muttered to herself. "So this guy, the one the FBI calls God, is hunting us?" Her boyfriend hummed in answer.
"Dom, we gotta move up our timeline." Han said, looking at his old friend.
"Yeah, but how?" Rome asked. "This thing's already been difficult without Wyatt Earp on our asses. If anything, we need more room to breathe."
Jules watched her brother's face lighten as a thought came over him. "Roman's right." He said. "I think we need to get some fresh air." He looked at Brian before glancing down at Jules. "Feel like comin'?"
The wanted racers went back to Brazil's hideout and meet up place for racers. No one bothered the group and instead conversed and admired their vehicles.
Jules settled in between Brian's legs as he rested against the hood of his car, keeping his arms wrapped around her and often grazing his thumb across her stomach.
"Hey, Toretto." Hobbs called, strutting through the crowd with his men following in pursuit. Both Toretto siblings looked at the man, smirking. "You're under arrest."
"Arrest?" Dom repeated. "I don't feel like I'm under arrest. How 'bout you, Brian? Jules?"
"Nah, not a bit. Not even a little bit," Brian answered, pressing a tender kiss to the crook of her neck.
"Ah, just give it a minute. It'll sink in." Hobbs countered, but none of the racers even flinched.
"We didn't kill those feds. That was Reyes." Brian told him.
"I don't give a shit." Hobbs replied. "I'm just here to bring in three assholes whose names hit my desk."
"You get off on calling a woman an asshole, big guy?" Jules asked, sarcasm laced her voice as she raised an eyebrow at him.
"Yeah, that sounds like a real hero," Brian remarked.
Hobbs took a threatening step forward, his jaw clenched. "That's funny." He gritted out. "From a guy who took the oath of a cop, then went against everything it stood for. Or some wannabe tough guy prick who beat a man half to death with a socket wrench. Yeah, real tough."
Jules looked at the man with pure hatred. Her hand tightened against Brian's as she tried to ground herself.
"You turn around and put your hands behind your back," Hobbs ordered, eyes fixated on Dom.
Dom slowly turned around. "I don't think so."
"Your mistake is thinking you got a goddamn choice, boy," Hobbs said as all his men behind him loaded their weapons and raised them at the group.
"And your mistake? Thinkin' you're in America. You're a long way from home." Dome smirked. "This is Brazil." He raised his arms and this time all racers gathered around, pointed weapons of their own at the higher ups.
Hobbs' second man comes up, muttering something incoherently. Hobbs' harsh and heavy demeanor took a step back and turned down, but his eyes remained on the man in front of him. "I'll see you soon, Toretto."
"I look forward to it, cop," Jules heard her brother mutter as Hobbs backed away from the group. The rest of his group lowered their weapons and retreated to their cars, unaware of Tej and Mia's work from underneath the car.
When the group returned to the warehouse and got back to work trying to figure out how to get faster cars. It ended with Han, Dom, Brian, and Roman all leaving to get themselves faster cars at a place that always has them.
A police station.
With most of the group gone, Jules and Mia stayed seated in front of the computers and analyzed every news article that got posted about their situation.
Jules breathed heavily as the urge to throw up slowly overcame her body. Every minute she felt like she was swallowing back a brick.
Her stomach flipped once again. "Excuse me." She announced, standing up abruptly and running towards the washroom.
Mia watched after her sister and looked at the others in the room. None of them seemed to notice and if they did, they didn't question it.
She walked in the same path as her sister and knocked on the door, keeping her face close to the door. "Julianna?" She called.
From inside the washroom, Jules kneeled down in front of the toilet. Her hand held each side of the bowl as she threw up. As much as it was a relief, it was also incredibly gross to the girl.
She heard her sister call for her and when she knew she could stand without getting dizzy; she stood up and rinsed her mouth out, washing her face too.
Sighing, she blinked long and stared at herself in the mirror before opening the door for Mia. The younger Toretto looked at her sister with pity, but also longing. She knew that if anyone was good enough to be a mother; it was her sister.
"You okay?" She asked, closing the door behind her.
Jules turned away from the sink and leaned her backside against it. "I don't know, today—it just hit me." She tried to explain.
Mia nodded. Jules looked paler, and it probably had to do with the lack of nutrients she was feeding herself. "How 'bout this? Tomorrow we'll go to the market and grab some fruits that'll help the both of you? You're feeding for two now, Jules."
