Scars || Dominic Toretto [2]

Chapter 1*

3rd Pov. Amalla

Amalla's body ached, her abdomen still recovering from the wreck just a week ago. Her body slowly conforming to the hassle of long car trips. Each stop lasting only a few days as they raced and slept, before leaving the next.

After another week, 'Wanted' signs of Brian's face begin showing up as he became a suspect to Dom's case. The latest motel room shabby, and stiff as they took a chance to rest for a night.

A rumble for outside jerking Amalla awake, her hands automatically cover her stomach as she shuffled to a stand to glance out the window. Red and blue lights flashing as she caught to officers checking rooms. She softly backed away, shaking Brian awake with quiet whispers.
"Bri, wake up. We gotta go." She rushes, moving to their small bags to gather their things together. Brian shoots up, grabbing the spare things in the bathroom and shoving his shoes on.
"Coem on, Mall. I gotta carry you." He orders as they step out of their room silently. She rolls her eyes but nods as he lifts her and rushes around the corner of their room to be hidden. Taking step to their red car, before freezing at the cops surrounding it.

"Let's get to the highway, then we'll go from there." Amalla speaks up as he nods and turns away, rushing towards the road before letting her down. Keeping an arm close to help her walk, as they moved through the night.

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The sunrises fastly, the siblings tired from their long walk. The sunlight shining hard on their faces as a revved car pulls to a stop next to them. A woman smiles at Brian, making Amalla roll her eyes as they speak, before he turns back.
"Till next shop, in the next city." Brian repeats the woman's offer, making Amalla sigh. She nods, and Brian helps her slide in the back, laying her out before jumping in himself.

The woman drops them off, not without exchanging a flirty wink with Brian. Amalla chuckles and stares at the car lot, they stopped at.
"I'll be as fast as I can. Here's a few dollars for some snacks at that mart." Brian steps away, as Amalla turns back to go to the next lot for food.

She quietly enters, giving a simple smile to greet the cashier. Grabbing some drinks, and light snacks for the next long car ride. She pays just as quietly, and leaves to meet Brian at the entrance way in a new, but used, car.

"Let's go, Sis." He yells out as Amalla stares with a couple bags in her hands. She grabs a small bag of chips and throws it at his face in greeting. He laughs at the gestures, catching them in his lap as she rounds and enters his car.

-

"Why, Miami?" Amalla asks, Brian glancing at her as she speaks up.
"I got a contact there, he'll hook us up if we pay good." He responds, checking his sides as he turns onto a road to Miami in Florida.
"Is that the reason we've been saving from the races?" She adds, and he nods in affirmation.

"We need to find some place a little permanent. This long travel hasn't been good for you. You've been in and out of fever for weeks. It'll help calm your body." Amalla gave him a small smile, appreciating the gesture as he sped down the highway.

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Brian slows to a stop, seeing three jacked rides pass to the right across from him. His hand automatically reaches for Amalla, shaking her awake.
"There's our first hint." He aims towards the turning vehicles, Amalla's drowsiness slowly diminishing as she watched the cars disappear.

"Some decent action would be helpful in my recovery." She jokes, making Brian roll his eyes as he turns to follow the cars. Leading them to the race grounds here and there, in the sunny atmosphere.