Return of the Furious

What Happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas

Having blood on her hands wasn't unfamiliar for Spencer unfortunately but knowing that it was her best friends left her a little unnerved. Of course she knew that Mila would be alright but it didn't stop her from worrying. She looked up when she heard Jc approach her and she actually cracked a smile as she continued to clean her hands,"You know, Caylen. Sometimes you just need to stop and enjoy the moment." She wiped the last of the blood from her hands and turned to look at the sunset, a sense of nostalgia setting in when Jc's words sank in,"No, I don't think we will. At least not for a long time. I'm sorry." Guilt. That's what she was feeling. These completely normal people had been torn out of their completely normal lives and thrust into a world that they probably had no idea even existed before today. Jc's next words threw her for a loop, stunning her into silence as she looked away from the sunset to stare at the side of his face. She figured he'd hate her, she wanted him to hate her. She deserved it. She'd basically ruined his life,"Yeah, let's hit the road." Hours later Spencer was standing between Mila and Jc in the private elevator leading up to the sky villa. As soon as the doors opened they had guns being pointed at them and she raised an eyebrow,"Now is that any way to treat your old friends?" Her lips turned up and she walked forward, wrapping her arms around Shaw then Eric,"Long time no see boys." She turned to Mila and pointed her fingers towards the two,"Do you want to explain to them why we're here? I am going to go pick a bed." She paused and turned to look at everyone,"Some people are going to have to share a bed soo.." She trailed off and took off into the villa, leaping onto the first bed she found,"CLAIMED!"

"The Canary Islands, huh? Sounds.. Nice." He didn't really know how to respond to being told that he would probably never be able to return to his normal life after this was all over. He kind of knew that the second they left their house but he hadn't accepted it until now. He exhaled a deep breath and turned to look at Mila,"I mean this isn't convenient at all and it's insane but at least I've got a hot bad ass to protect me. This is just... An adventure." An adventure that could very well end with him dying. He pushed the thought of the possibility of his death aside and looked over to see Jc and Spencer climbing in the car,"I guess it's time to go." He sent one last lingering look backwards towards the way to Los Angeles before he slipped into the car beside her. The entire drive to Vegas he was lost in his thoughts. His entire life had just changed. His friends, his family, his work, it was all over for him. The life he'd built for himself had crumbled and now he would have to start over again but as he turned to look at Mila he realized that maybe he didn't mind starting over as long as she was there. He had all of his closest friends with him and a bad ass woman who intrigued him in ways he'd never experienced protecting him. He didn't know why but he felt like everything was going to be okay. He was silent the entire drive to Vegas but he would occasionally look over at Mila to make sure her stitches hadn't magically ripped open and she wasn't bleeding out. In fact he didn't speak until the doors to the elevator opened and there were two guns pointed directly at them,"What the fuck!" He looked at Mila like she was insane,"Your friends seem really nice." Scarcasm was dripping from his voice as Spencer took off through the villa, his friends all following right behind her. However he lingered next to Mila, his eyes scanning the luxurious villa as she spoke. He didn't really care much about sleeping in a bed. He would sleep on the fucking floor if he had to as long as he was alive,"Um, Mila. How the hell can you guys afford this shit?"

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Mila started by first hugging her friends and then explaining why they had ended up there, "Spencer I get a bed by the window you know that!" She yelled after her friend wincing a little. "They found us. I think it's her. There's no other explanation on how quickly they kept showing up." She turned to Kian briefly, "When you don't technically exist and the people who are like your family are all filthy rich you don't care about things like money. I mean- did you not notice that I drive a car that hasn't even been released yet?" She turned back to Eric, "you need to fix my stitches. Like now." She walked over to the coffee table and laid down undoing her jeans and rolling them down her hips a bit before pulling her crop top over her head so that Eric could take the shitty road stitches that she had put in out and clean her up properly. "You didn't get blood on the car right? Dom has been pissed because Brian took a girl out in the Challenger last night. I don't need him finding out you bled on his baby," Eric complained as he stitched up the half-naked girl in front of him. "Eyes up here pretty boy," Deckard said noticing Kian's eyes lingering on Mila's body. Mila snorted, "Leave him alone Shaw. The kid's had a rough day. Let him have a peep show. I'm sure the blood and another guy's hands being all over me are enough to keep it PG." She winced as Eric started stitching her back up, "Speaking of Dom, where's the team? I'm sure Bobby and Tej would get along great. Just please don't let Roman in a room with any of them. Oh where are Jack and Elena? And Letty! Oh I didn't realize how much I missed everyone." Eric looked to Shaw over her shoulder and then back to her. "You guys weren't the only ones hit. Everyone is on their way in. All the identities you guys took after France were burned. You're right. We think it's her." Mila nodded, "So everyone is coming in?" Eric nodded, "Every last one of them."