𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 ✹ dominic toretto.

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚



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sage stood against her matte black 1969 Ford Mustang Boss 429 impatiently waiting for the man, she picked at her nails, often continuously glancing over to the watch she carried around her wrist.

when she heard an engine revving behind her, shortly after it being killed, she turned around to be met with the tall muscular man getting out of his american muscle.

"dominic torreto, you now go by the name off marcos palacios" the woman said leaning off her car, pulling out his new fake ID and passport, then holding it out for dom, whom took the documents from sage's hands before swiftly scanning the details.

"getting onto the first flight should be easy, the dominican republic airports rarely check security lines, but when you land you're going to have to exit through gate 6, my people will be awaiting your arrival, if you exit through any other gate you'll get caught in a splitsecond" sage finished making the man infront of her nod at her explanation.

even though sage didn't understand the urgency of his departure from the rest of his team, she didn't bother asking because it was far from her business, even if the questions were practically overflowing from the tip of her tongue.

"you sure this is going to get me through?" dom asked lowly, moving his gaze from the documents in his hand to the woman who stood before him "i've done this for more than half of the dominican republic, it'll get you through, unless you fuck up ofcourse"

there was a moment of silence before sage cracked and her curiosity got the best of her "why are you leaving them dom?" dom tensed up at her words shortly after exaggerating a breath.

"i'm putting them all in danger, if i get caught and they're with me, they'll get time too" dom replied, and the woman solely nodded and decided to not keep picking on the situation.

"until we meet again" sage smiled softly, holding out her hand before dom returned a sympathetic smile and shook her hand.

after the goodbye gesture, the man returned to his car and moments later drove off into the darkness of the night.

sage watched as the black american muscle drove off, but was interrupted when her phone went off, making her glance at the contact name before accepting the call.

"mira... big ol' braga needs you back here"

━━━━ author here !

ew is that last line cringey?
i was trying to make it sound
like fenix... anyway.