Coming Home (Fast And Furious FanFicton) Sequel (Book 2)

Part 11

Dom's POV

We'd gone back to our old house which had finally been restored. I decided to go to the garage and check out dad's car.

I walked over and pulled the tarp off.

"One last ride." I said.

Apparently I wasn't alone.

"Was this our dad's car?" I heard a voice say from the garage entrance.

I turned around and saw Isabella staring at me from the doorway.

"Yeah." I replied.

She walked in further, admiring the car. "It's nice. 1969 Dodge Charger R/T, right?"

"Not bad." I said, slightly surprised.

"What? You sound surprised. I mean... I am a Toretto, right? I think I might know a little something about cars." I must've made a shocked face. "What?"

"You just called yourself a Toretto..." I started.

"I mean, I am, aren't I?" She asked.

"Yes. But, you've never said it out loud." I told her.

"Hmm. Your right. Maybe it's finally sinking in." She said. She looked up at the wall where we hung pictures of all of us over the years. "Which picture has our parents in it?"

I pointed to a picture of all of us. "That's them..."

"Wait... I know that place." She interrupted. She fished in her bag and pulled out an old, wrinkled picture. "My 'parents' showed me this when I was seven. I never knew they could've stolen it and photoshopped it."

"That's not the only thing they stole from us..." I muttered. I turned my attention back to the car, after seeing her admiring it. " Dad and I built her. Nine hundred horses of Detroit muscle. It's a beast. You know what she ran in Palmdale?"

"Nine seconds flat?" She asked.

I chuckled. "Yeah." I paused. "Dad was driving. So much torque, the chassis twisted coming off the line. Barely kept her on the track."

" So, what's your best time?" She asked.

"I've never stopped to count."

"Why not?"

"I'm not sure." I told her honestly, then focused back on our dad. "Our dad... He was coming up in the pro stock-car circuit. Last race of the season. A guy named Kenny Linder came up from inside, in the final turn. He clipped his bumper and put him into the wall at 120. I watched our dad burn to death. I remembered hearing him scream. But the people that were there said he had died before the tanks blew. They said it was me who was screaming. I saw Linder about a week later. I had a wrench, and I hit him. And I didn't intend to keep hitting him, but when I finished, I couldn't lift my arm. He's a janitor at a high school. He has to take the bus to work every day. And they banned me from the tracks for life."

I looked at Isabella and saw her with tears in her eyes, so I pulled her in for a hug.

She looked up at me. "Tell me more?" She asked.

After that I let her out of my hug, and she sat in a chair she had found.

" Our father. He used to... He used to have a barbecue every Sunday after church. For anybody
in the neighborhood. If you didn't go to church, you didn't get any barbecue. Every single day he was in the shop, and every single night, he was at the kitchen table with Mia, helping her with her homework. Even after she went to sleep, he'd stay up for a few more hours so he could learn the next chapter and help her the next day." She opened her mouth to interrupt. "No. He never forget about you. None of us did."

I looked over at her and found her sleeping. I walked over and picked her up gently, careful not to wake her. I took her inside and brought her to Vince where I put her in her bed and tucked her in.

I bent down and kissed her head. "I love you Isabella. I will always protect you and Mia for as long as my hearts beating and I'm still breathing."

I turned to Vince. "You got eyes on Bella?"

"I got eyes on Bella." He said.

"Good. Put her in the car and ready her. She knows what we're in for... and we're going to take care of those bastards."

"Yes we are." I heard a quiet voice. I looked down to see Isabella awake.

"Were you awake the whole time?" I asked.

"Maybe." She said with a smirk.

I smirked back. "Meet me in the garage in ten."

Both of them nodded.

I quickly exited the room, before going back to the garage and fixing up the Charger.

It's go time... now or never.