[ #1 under #thefastandthefurious Oct.6.2018]
Bree is the adopted sister of Sean Boswell, She had lived in Tokyo with thier father for most of her High School years. When Sean gets sent to live with them after getting into too much trouble back in th...
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Bree road around town all the rest of the day, night fell and she was running out of options.
Parking in an alleyway she sat with her hands balled up on her lap. Closing her eyes desperately trying to calm a slowly turning rage. "I get it...what happened was utter bull. But...should I be this mad? I can't remember the last time I felt like this..." Bree muttered to herself.
Bright headlights of a car flashed before her, looking up Bree tried to shield her eyes. "What the? Who's the jerk?" Bree thought. The brights died down to bearable and she could see a sleek white care idling infront of her own car, a safe distance between them.
The Burner phone started to vibrate. Bree was quick to answer. "Is that you?" She asked. "Maybe, do you think I'd be fool enough to risk coming this close?" The man asked.
"Who are you? How do you know me?" Bree asked him. There was a long pause and Bree felt hopeful, maybe she would finally learn something. This bad man on the other side of the line wasn't as scary as she had thought. He could be worked with and talked too - that would be something.
"Edwards." He said.
"Edwards? How do ou know me?" She asked again. A chuckle came from the other side of the phone "Oh little mouse the two of us go way back. " he said.
"How? I've never met you, I know as much by your voice I would remember that." Bree said quickly. "Would you bow? Do you remember your 21st birth day?" He asked.
"I've just turned 20 not long ago..." Bree murmured "sure, sure...it was just a joke." Edwards said. Bree remained quiet.
"You feel you know me, don't ya." He asked her. "Maybe a little." Bree whispered. "Good, stew on that. It'll give you something else to focus on. Can't have you runnin' round the city hopped up on rage. Would make my job a lot harder." Edward said.
"Huh? How'd you know I was?" She asked, but stopped herself. "You have a lot in common with the one who's behalf I work for. He wanted to find you - he isn't well enough as of now though." Edwards chuckled.
"He could never contain is rage either, it's a bad family traits that skips every so often." He added.
"Im...confused. why are you such a riddle?" Bree asked in a huff of frustration. "Oh come now, you used to love riddles." Edwards said. Bree responded with silence.
Edwards sighed quietly "I need you not to take any risks over that chancer. He is not your brother and you'd be best saving your neck for other matters." He said.
"Chancer? I'm sorry I'm not up to date on bulldog slang thank you. But I doubt it was friendly. Look, I may be adopted but Sean will always be my brother and there is nothing I won't do to make sure he is safe." Bree raged into the phone.
"Really? And when the day comes when you'll need to make a choice? Between brother dearest or that gaffer you've fallen ass over tit for?" Edwards questioned.
