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Dom POV

I hang by my wrists in a warehouse. This man, Reyes, talking condescendingly to me and Brian.

"You two stirred up quite a bit of trouble today, Three of my men dead, three DEA agents along with them," I stare, blank faced, watching Reyes through the chains passing in front of my face. "Of course, this is business, and sometimes things go astray. All I care about is the car. Tell me where it is, and i'll let you go."

"This roofing plastic says your full of shit," Brian says. Reyes laughs.

"I dont know how you guys do business in your part of the world, but here in Rio, I like it when all parties know what they're up against."

"Thats funny," I say,"because it goes both ways."

"You know," He says walking towards me," I hear your sister and your daughter are very beautiful, wherever they hide, I will find them." Brian yanks on his chains.

They won't touch them, not if they want to live.

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Lorea POV

"The American Fugitives killed three DEA agents during a train robbery...-"

Mia changes the channel on the radio.

"...Police warn they are armed and extremely dangerous, Anyone with information should contact law enforcement immediately."

 I roll my eyes and then theres a bang. Someone just opened the door. I grab a piece of metal and so does Mia. We stand behind a cement column.

"Mia?!" Brian yells.

"Lorea?!" Dom.  Mia and I walk out from behind the column. I hug Dom as soon as I get to him and he hugs me back, placing his hand on my hair.

"You okay?" he asks me.

"Fine," I say and smile he smiles back at me.  I release from him and while I walk away i feel him slip the metal I was holding out of my hand.   I hug Brian, who also hugs me back and when Mia pulls away from Dom he holds both pieces of metal in his hand.

"Just like a Toretto," He says looking at both of us. 

I giggle lightly.

"Wheres Vince?" Mia asks.

"Thats a good question." Brian says. Dom sighs.

"He'll be here."

"Someones still salty," i look at Brian and he rolls his eyes. 

"Guys we're all over the news," Mia says.

"They're blaming us for the killing of the DEA agents on the train." I finish.

"Which means we just jumped to the top of the wanted list," Brian says," The feds are gonna wanna show everyone their agents are off limits and they're gonna send their best guys we gotta get outta here."

"One thing we know for sure is that they wanted this car,"

"So theres something in it," i say. 

"If we find out what it is, we'll know what were up against.

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I sit on a table next to Dom, one headphone in, the other out, listening to Panic! At the Disco. My music must be really loud when Dom looks up, looks from me to my Panic! At the Disco tanktop racer back over a red spaghetti strap.

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