Growing up in a face-paced life, Rosalie idolizes her brother and wants to be just like him, even if that means learning to become a street racer. Is Dom ready for his sister to get into the racing world, or will he do anything to keep her out of t...
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Watching Mia smile and practically float around as she put some decals on the Supra, I grinned. "Wow, Mi, you're practically glowing," I teased as she blushed.
"That date must have been really good" thinking about what I just said, I glanced at Mia. "You didn't?" My sister squealed like a schoolgirl. "You and Brian?" I questioned with a grossed-out expression.
She blushed even deeper "Yes! He was so sweet last night, asking all kinds of questions about us, and I think he really cares," Mia gushed as I frowned. "What's wrong? Do you not like him?" Mia questioned as she sat by me.
"No, it's not that. I just don't want you to get hurt," I muttered, standing up and flexing my fingers on my cast-covered arm. For some reason, Brian asking my sister questions put me on edge.
"I won't. I think he's a really great guy Ro" smiling at my sister, I gave her a small hug before going to find my brother. He was always the voice of reason.
If Dom was suspicious of Brian, then I knew my feelings were valid.
Walking up the metal stairs to his office, I knocked on the door gently and peeked in. "Dom, can we talk?" I whispered, seeing him on the phone.
Dom nodded and ushered me in as he finished a phone call. "What's up, Princess" he questioned, looking at me expectantly as he wheeled a chair over to him and patted it.
"How much do you know about Brian?" I asked my older brother, who looked at me suspiciously as I sat biting the inside of my cheek. This conversation could go either way.
Dom's eyes narrowed at my uncomfortable stature; unfortunately, he knew all my nervous ticks. "As much as you do, why?" my brother, his chair closer to me. "What do you know?"
There was nothing I could find on Brian beside his small arrest record, but something was nagging at me.
Glancing back up into my brother's eyes, I breathed heavily. "I just don't think we should trust him, we don't know him, and he's been asking Mia questions about us" Dom's eyes changed slightly at that.
"I like him, but..." My brother sat patiently as I rambled on, "Vince is adamant he's a cop Dom, and if he is, you've shown him exactly what goes on here."
My brother's face hardened at my words, and I knew I had said the wrong thing "and what goes on here, Rosalie?" Dom rumbles as he stands from his chair, frowning down at me.
I quickly stand up, too. "I'm not a baby, Dom. I know what we do here. I know we can't afford half the stuff we have or bring in, and now Brian knows it too!".
"What if he tells someone? I know none of this is legal. You'd get arrested, and you'll have to go back to prison" I knew I was probably heading for some type of talk after all this. My brother wouldn't be too happy if I knew the secrets he tries to keep from me.
"Oh god, what if they found out I knew and put me in jail? I'm too young for jail Dom. I mean, sure, I'd probably be okay, but still, I don't want to share a cell with an overly large woman named Bertha!" I started to hyperventilate just thinking about it.
