FIC: Yesterdays and Tomorrows (Fast & Furious, Brian/Mia)
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Chapter- 2: Confirmation
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Los Angeles, California
Wednesday- 11:42 A.M
Gas Station
"Mind telling me what we're doing back here?" Shutting the door to his car, Brian shoved his hands in his pockets as he strode up to Dominic. The brute continued to pump his gas, eyes staring at the numbers rounding his total up. "You know, they're out there. Looking for you. For us. We can't afford to stay here for too long, Dom."
"I guess you would know how fast they work, wouldn't you?" Dark eyes met blue; the stare holding.
"Come on boys." Mia smiled, stepping past Brian as she squeezed his arm. The blond turned his head down to her, watching as she propped herself against the hood of his car. "I would think we were past all this bull shit about Brian being a cop, and you not trusting him." She directed to her brother. Truth was, she hated that they had to have these little disagreements. To save argumentation, it was often amusing. Though, now that she also was considered a criminal, she doubted anything would be much amusing if they were caught. How stupid would it prove them to be if they were caught back in L.A of all places?
They were smarter than this.
Dominic was.
Mia knew this. Which was why she held her gaze upon her brother. He sighed, glancing to Brian and then to his little sister before yanking the pump from his tank and shoving it back into its hold. Several cars passed by, and still silence ensued as they stood there. Waiting for Dom to speak.
A lot of things had changed in the past five years. Dominic had left for the Dominican Republic with Letty, and four other new pals of his.
Brian had followed his childhood dream of being a cop; doing what he thought would mean he wasn't wasting away his life. But he was. He hadn't felt the same; he enjoyed racing. He was a free spirit. And the F.B.I gave him shackles. All to clear his name. Was it worth it? Mia had often thought she should ask the question, but he came back into her life so suddenly that there wasn't any time for small talk. Hell, she didn't want to hear it from him. Though now, she was willing to listen. At least he was sticking around. For good, possibly. They were in this for the long haul.
She hadn't been up to much. Remaining at the Toretto family household. Where all the memories were still alive and flowing. Where she kept up a home for any of the gang who chose to return. Mainly, she wished for her brother to come home. And Letty.
And the one man she found made her entire world piece together. A man who man her complete; the man she'd been searching for for years. He waltzed back into her life, and now she never planned on letting him go.
After taking another glance around at the busy street and people passing by in order to get whatever it was they needed inside the station; Dominic nodded to the out-door eating place across the street.
Taking the hint, the two got into their vehicle and followed Dom on over. They could all use a bite to eat. It had been two days since their last 'real' meal. Potato chips and juice wasn't exactly what any of them preferred.
A bit uneasy about eating lunch on a veranda of all places, Brian shifted in his seat, glancing around. He knew someone could I.D them. But did Dom really have such pull over the city that they would rather not get on his bad side? He guessed not.
Mia seemed comfortable as she scooted her seat closer to her lovers, leaning his way with a smile. The three-some ordered they're drinks. Round of beers; and a glass of ice water for the lady. The silence wasn't the hard part, and feeling slightly flirty after getting no action for five years, she couldn't really help herself.
Brian was nonchalant, paying more attention to the customers passing by, and those still around. Dominic didn't care to browse through the crowd, as soon as the beers were there, he dipped his head back and enjoyed the taste of the liquid pleasure. It was the best thing he had tasted since their last 'family-friendship dinner'. Then, though, Brian hadn't come clean about his deal with Letty, and Dom nearly went off the rocker when he found out.
Though, all thoughts were pushed out of his mind; every insecurity that the L.A.P.D would come arresting them right where they sat. The soft hand of Mia's slid down his forearm, causing his attention to turn downward. He didn't even need to look at her to know that she wore that sultry smirk, the one that could make a guy wood up in a split second. She gave those certain gestures to tease him while out in public. And now, as the table cloth shielded most of the middle halves of them, she seemed a bit braver.
His eyes met hers, that smirk. That look.
Those dark, alluring eyes.
He was sure his breath nearly stopped just did. How could she have that effect on him. Even the approaching sirens didn't seem to phase him.
So much for being precautious.
A smile lifted the corners of his lips as he gazed over at her, feeling her crossed leg slip up and down the calf of his denim jeans. Their fingers intertwined briefly, before parting only to glide along the others. Eyes never moving. Brian was just about to lean in for a kiss when he heard Dom clearing his throat.
The two chuckled to themselves, looking away; down, around. Anywhere.
Mia lifted her free hand to brush her hair back as she then reached for her glass of water on the table. Her other hand still remained in the much larger, much stronger one of Brian's. And her heart was slowly gaining speed to a soft beating pound against her chest. It was amazing how one touch from this man could make her heart beat slower and faster at the same time. And she was the lucky one to get that feeling more than enough of the time.
"While the two of you were in your own little world, I ordered us all a burger and fries. If that isn't to your appetite, pay attention the next time." Dom stated, eyes glaring and beating down upon Brian. The blond only smirked lightly, licking his bottom lip as he glanced around while rubbing his thumb against the back of Mia's hand.
Mia could only portray the same grin on her face as the waiter brought by their food. Reluctantly letting go of her man's hand, she scooted her chair in, absentmindly ignoring them both as she took a bite of her delicious hamburger.
"So," Brian began, shoving a fry into his mouth. "You never told us why we're here." He finished, dipping a fry in ketchup before beginning to dig into his meal. It would have to suffice for now; they'd soon be back on the road again.
Dominic took his time; eating a few bites before gulping down a good portion of his beer. His eyes scanned the area, and then met Brian's.
"I hear Leon and Vince are lookin to regroup with the old team. After Jesse," His voice trailed slightly, eyes cast down. Mia seemed to sense the mood, and her chewing slowed as she took a long drink of her ice water. Brian also bowed his head slightly; how could anyone forget that? The shit had hit the fan, and the Tran gang had come after them for not giving them their slips for the Volkswagen Jetta GLX after having won the race during the wars. Anyone knew the price for backing out of a wager that big. Racing for pink slips was nothing more than signing a death warrant if you ran in the end. "they've been workin on a ten second car. Supposedly your old impounded one." He nodded to Brian.
"Mine?" Glancing from Mia to Dom, he leaned forward. "Which one?"
"The Nissan." As if to confirm his thoughts, Brian took a swag of his beer, eyes narrowed.
"Skyline GT-R R34." He sighed. "Jesus." Shaking his head, he couldn't believe after all this time, Leon and Vince had managed to find that car. Helping him out? He doubted it. They'd most likely want something in return. But what?
"Nice ride. House of colors, platinum pearl with blue graphics." Another gulp of beer. "I think its worth checkin out. I can't say my source is credible." Dom smiled, eyes dark as he stared over to his companions.
"Yeah. Yeah, lets do that." Brian nodded his head, glancing to Mia before smiling and taking a bite of his sandwich. Anything was better than the sports car he drove at the moment. The brunette could only roll her eyes.
"Boys and their toys." She mused aloud.
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Across the Mexican Border
12:30 P.M
Unknown Warehouse
"We're behind on finances, shipment. Our clients don't want to bother with us anymore; we're losing our best suppliers!" Braga bellowed, hands tossed into the air as he stood atop the catwalk over looking the warehouse full of imported drugs. Smuggling was the easy part; finding trust worthy employee's was the tough part. His hands came down hard on the railing as he leaned forward, a vein pulsing on his head as he flexed. "Everyone thinks we're going to get them caught."
"Sir.." A man named Hal offered his condolences. "I do not think they think of you as a traitor. Unfortunate circumstances is all it was."
"Try telling them that." Braga spat, wiping a hand down over his face. "Where do we stand?"
Clearing his throat, Hal straightened. "We've lost over half of our suppliers, and Gisele is no where to be found, sir."
"Harabo is dead to us. Find her, she knows too much." The orders were made, and Hal excused himself. Braga took another look around his warehouse. Gone for a few days, and already he had lost half of his prophets. Such a blow to his pocket would only cost Dominic and Brian that much more. What did they have that was important to them? That was the question. As far as he knew, Dominic's love interest was out of the picture. Taken care of by Fenix. Though, given the dynamic of the gang they dealt with, he didn't want to underestimate the Toretto's.
"Amigo!" Braga shouted to a man walking by. The worker obeyed fervently, perhaps he was thinking more of a promotion. Braga was not. "Find Hal, tell him to look into this Leticia Ortiz murder. I don't want to think that Fenixs' last breaths were for nothing."
"Sir!" Just like a slave obeying his master, the man turned and sought out Hal. Braga could only smirk at how loyal they seemed to be… On the outside anyways. Tapping his fingers along the railing, he headed back into the air conditioned office of his; feeling the difference opposed to the immense heat inside the warehouse. He truly leaved a plush life. Never having to worry about anything except who will transport his shipments. Then again, those who did manage to deliver his meth gold to him were shot afterward. Bodies burned so that no one would ever know of what had taken place. It was the perfect crime. Under the radar, and our of U.S jurisdiction.
"Sir, we couldn't find any link between Toretto and O'Conner except the youngest Toretto, a woman by the name of Mia."
A cheeky grin appeared on Braga's face as he took a seat in his reclining chair, pushing back as he propped his feet up on his desk. His laughter was confined to the small room, echoing off the white walls.
"I want you to gather a team, see if you can find this…Mia. Don't do anything just yet. Wait for my word."
With a nod, the man left and a grinning Braga continued to wallow in his five minutes of pure joy.
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Los Angeles, California
The Racer's Edge- 1:38 P.M
Downtown, L.A
Five years, and the place still looked the same. Brian grinned widely as he stepped into the old sho he used to work at. He wondered if Harry still owned the place.
"Aye, can we get some service up here!" Dominic called into the back. The sound of feet shuffling made them all chuckle lightly. Glancing around, the place had some minor changes. A few of the racks were changed around; new things were offered. A 'nicer' shop was what it was.
"Holy shit." The voice made Brian turn; a smile appearing on his face as he stepped back. Vince stepped out, greasy and rubbing his hands on a dirty piece of cloth. "What the hell are you doin around here man? You know your wanted nation wide, right?" Shaking hands with Dom, the two pulled in for a quick pat on the back before pulling away.
"Yeah. Well." Dominic started, rolling his shoulders. "Things change. Where's Leon?"
"Out back. We're almost finished repairin cop-boys car." The disgusted look was cast Brian's way, and the blond could only look away. He was ashamed for betraying them, though, then again, he was just doing his job. And if he remembered correctly, he did saved all of their lives. Dom glanced back to Brian, nodding his head to him as he headed off back. Brian had the urge to go back with him, though he didn't want any conflict to start. They couldn't afford to raise attention. Not now. Not anymore.
Heaving a sigh, he wiped a hand down his face before shoving his hands into his pockets and turning to look out of the window. At least it was a nice day…
"They're just a bit hostile." The soft voice interrupted the silence. "Five years, Brian. And you went back to being a cop. Can't really blame them, can you?"
"No-" He cleared his throat. "No, I can't. But I don't think they should still be pissed about my choices. Especially since they got off scott free, without so much as a speeding ticket."
Looping her arm through his, Mia pulled his arm against her chest as she leaned her head on his shoulder. His eyes glanced down to the top of her head. Thoughts of the present faded, as memories of the past. What would have happened between them if he hadn't left? They had a deep connection, and he knew that even now, five years later, they would have most likely been together. Letty would have been…
Bowing his head with a sigh, Brian shook his head and reached around to pull her into an embrace. Mia smiled against his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed the spot before pulling back to look up into his blue eyes. The eyes she fell so hard for the moment she saw them five years ago in this shop.
"Baby, what is it?" She asked, her voice low and soft, making him feel at ease.
He didn't say anything, however, and instead leaned his head down on hers. Why did he feel like it was all his fault?
"Do you blame me?" He asked, closing his eyes to hide the pain he felt. Truth was, everyone had been beating him with what they felt, he hadn't room to let out his own frustration. That was why he drove like he did. The speed. The adrenaline. It made everything go away.
But he didn't have to turn to the need for speed any longer.
Her smooth hands caressed the back of his neck before sliding down his chest.
"Brian, look at me." She whispered, her dark lustrous orbs meeting his own. "None of this is your fault. Letty came to you, to clear Dom's name. You didn't know what would happen."
Nodding his head, Brian slid his hands up and down her back, pulling her back into a hug as he buried his face in her hair. Wrapping her arms around his neck again, she drew him into her, loving how he fit so naturally against her. How could he let this go? He was a damned fool.
She breathed against him, snuggling her face against his neck as she closed her eyes to revel in the feeling she felt. She felt so secure in his arms, a feeling that made her heart swell with something she wasn't used to feeling for a man. Something mutual between the two of them. The words were there, but they wouldn't come.
"Mia, I-" Brian began, pulling back as their eyes met once more. She embraced herself to hear the words she couldn't say just yet.
"As touching as this is, I'd hate to break it up, but we'd better go find ourselves a place for the night." Dom once more interrupted. The two lovers sighed, and held in a groan of disappointment as they pulled back from each other, hands still locked together.
"Yeah." Brian cleared his throat, scratching the back of his head as they headed out of the door. Little did they know, the black car across the street had been watching them the entire time.
Chapter- 2: Confirmation
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Los Angeles, California
Wednesday- 11:42 A.M
Gas Station
"Mind telling me what we're doing back here?" Shutting the door to his car, Brian shoved his hands in his pockets as he strode up to Dominic. The brute continued to pump his gas, eyes staring at the numbers rounding his total up. "You know, they're out there. Looking for you. For us. We can't afford to stay here for too long, Dom."
"I guess you would know how fast they work, wouldn't you?" Dark eyes met blue; the stare holding.
"Come on boys." Mia smiled, stepping past Brian as she squeezed his arm. The blond turned his head down to her, watching as she propped herself against the hood of his car. "I would think we were past all this bull shit about Brian being a cop, and you not trusting him." She directed to her brother. Truth was, she hated that they had to have these little disagreements. To save argumentation, it was often amusing. Though, now that she also was considered a criminal, she doubted anything would be much amusing if they were caught. How stupid would it prove them to be if they were caught back in L.A of all places?
They were smarter than this.
Dominic was.
Mia knew this. Which was why she held her gaze upon her brother. He sighed, glancing to Brian and then to his little sister before yanking the pump from his tank and shoving it back into its hold. Several cars passed by, and still silence ensued as they stood there. Waiting for Dom to speak.
A lot of things had changed in the past five years. Dominic had left for the Dominican Republic with Letty, and four other new pals of his.
Brian had followed his childhood dream of being a cop; doing what he thought would mean he wasn't wasting away his life. But he was. He hadn't felt the same; he enjoyed racing. He was a free spirit. And the F.B.I gave him shackles. All to clear his name. Was it worth it? Mia had often thought she should ask the question, but he came back into her life so suddenly that there wasn't any time for small talk. Hell, she didn't want to hear it from him. Though now, she was willing to listen. At least he was sticking around. For good, possibly. They were in this for the long haul.
She hadn't been up to much. Remaining at the Toretto family household. Where all the memories were still alive and flowing. Where she kept up a home for any of the gang who chose to return. Mainly, she wished for her brother to come home. And Letty.
And the one man she found made her entire world piece together. A man who man her complete; the man she'd been searching for for years. He waltzed back into her life, and now she never planned on letting him go.
After taking another glance around at the busy street and people passing by in order to get whatever it was they needed inside the station; Dominic nodded to the out-door eating place across the street.
Taking the hint, the two got into their vehicle and followed Dom on over. They could all use a bite to eat. It had been two days since their last 'real' meal. Potato chips and juice wasn't exactly what any of them preferred.
A bit uneasy about eating lunch on a veranda of all places, Brian shifted in his seat, glancing around. He knew someone could I.D them. But did Dom really have such pull over the city that they would rather not get on his bad side? He guessed not.
Mia seemed comfortable as she scooted her seat closer to her lovers, leaning his way with a smile. The three-some ordered they're drinks. Round of beers; and a glass of ice water for the lady. The silence wasn't the hard part, and feeling slightly flirty after getting no action for five years, she couldn't really help herself.
Brian was nonchalant, paying more attention to the customers passing by, and those still around. Dominic didn't care to browse through the crowd, as soon as the beers were there, he dipped his head back and enjoyed the taste of the liquid pleasure. It was the best thing he had tasted since their last 'family-friendship dinner'. Then, though, Brian hadn't come clean about his deal with Letty, and Dom nearly went off the rocker when he found out.
Though, all thoughts were pushed out of his mind; every insecurity that the L.A.P.D would come arresting them right where they sat. The soft hand of Mia's slid down his forearm, causing his attention to turn downward. He didn't even need to look at her to know that she wore that sultry smirk, the one that could make a guy wood up in a split second. She gave those certain gestures to tease him while out in public. And now, as the table cloth shielded most of the middle halves of them, she seemed a bit braver.
His eyes met hers, that smirk. That look.
Those dark, alluring eyes.
He was sure his breath nearly stopped just did. How could she have that effect on him. Even the approaching sirens didn't seem to phase him.
So much for being precautious.
A smile lifted the corners of his lips as he gazed over at her, feeling her crossed leg slip up and down the calf of his denim jeans. Their fingers intertwined briefly, before parting only to glide along the others. Eyes never moving. Brian was just about to lean in for a kiss when he heard Dom clearing his throat.
The two chuckled to themselves, looking away; down, around. Anywhere.
Mia lifted her free hand to brush her hair back as she then reached for her glass of water on the table. Her other hand still remained in the much larger, much stronger one of Brian's. And her heart was slowly gaining speed to a soft beating pound against her chest. It was amazing how one touch from this man could make her heart beat slower and faster at the same time. And she was the lucky one to get that feeling more than enough of the time.
"While the two of you were in your own little world, I ordered us all a burger and fries. If that isn't to your appetite, pay attention the next time." Dom stated, eyes glaring and beating down upon Brian. The blond only smirked lightly, licking his bottom lip as he glanced around while rubbing his thumb against the back of Mia's hand.
Mia could only portray the same grin on her face as the waiter brought by their food. Reluctantly letting go of her man's hand, she scooted her chair in, absentmindly ignoring them both as she took a bite of her delicious hamburger.
"So," Brian began, shoving a fry into his mouth. "You never told us why we're here." He finished, dipping a fry in ketchup before beginning to dig into his meal. It would have to suffice for now; they'd soon be back on the road again.
Dominic took his time; eating a few bites before gulping down a good portion of his beer. His eyes scanned the area, and then met Brian's.
"I hear Leon and Vince are lookin to regroup with the old team. After Jesse," His voice trailed slightly, eyes cast down. Mia seemed to sense the mood, and her chewing slowed as she took a long drink of her ice water. Brian also bowed his head slightly; how could anyone forget that? The shit had hit the fan, and the Tran gang had come after them for not giving them their slips for the Volkswagen Jetta GLX after having won the race during the wars. Anyone knew the price for backing out of a wager that big. Racing for pink slips was nothing more than signing a death warrant if you ran in the end. "they've been workin on a ten second car. Supposedly your old impounded one." He nodded to Brian.
"Mine?" Glancing from Mia to Dom, he leaned forward. "Which one?"
"The Nissan." As if to confirm his thoughts, Brian took a swag of his beer, eyes narrowed.
"Skyline GT-R R34." He sighed. "Jesus." Shaking his head, he couldn't believe after all this time, Leon and Vince had managed to find that car. Helping him out? He doubted it. They'd most likely want something in return. But what?
"Nice ride. House of colors, platinum pearl with blue graphics." Another gulp of beer. "I think its worth checkin out. I can't say my source is credible." Dom smiled, eyes dark as he stared over to his companions.
"Yeah. Yeah, lets do that." Brian nodded his head, glancing to Mia before smiling and taking a bite of his sandwich. Anything was better than the sports car he drove at the moment. The brunette could only roll her eyes.
"Boys and their toys." She mused aloud.
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Across the Mexican Border
12:30 P.M
Unknown Warehouse
"We're behind on finances, shipment. Our clients don't want to bother with us anymore; we're losing our best suppliers!" Braga bellowed, hands tossed into the air as he stood atop the catwalk over looking the warehouse full of imported drugs. Smuggling was the easy part; finding trust worthy employee's was the tough part. His hands came down hard on the railing as he leaned forward, a vein pulsing on his head as he flexed. "Everyone thinks we're going to get them caught."
"Sir.." A man named Hal offered his condolences. "I do not think they think of you as a traitor. Unfortunate circumstances is all it was."
"Try telling them that." Braga spat, wiping a hand down over his face. "Where do we stand?"
Clearing his throat, Hal straightened. "We've lost over half of our suppliers, and Gisele is no where to be found, sir."
"Harabo is dead to us. Find her, she knows too much." The orders were made, and Hal excused himself. Braga took another look around his warehouse. Gone for a few days, and already he had lost half of his prophets. Such a blow to his pocket would only cost Dominic and Brian that much more. What did they have that was important to them? That was the question. As far as he knew, Dominic's love interest was out of the picture. Taken care of by Fenix. Though, given the dynamic of the gang they dealt with, he didn't want to underestimate the Toretto's.
"Amigo!" Braga shouted to a man walking by. The worker obeyed fervently, perhaps he was thinking more of a promotion. Braga was not. "Find Hal, tell him to look into this Leticia Ortiz murder. I don't want to think that Fenixs' last breaths were for nothing."
"Sir!" Just like a slave obeying his master, the man turned and sought out Hal. Braga could only smirk at how loyal they seemed to be… On the outside anyways. Tapping his fingers along the railing, he headed back into the air conditioned office of his; feeling the difference opposed to the immense heat inside the warehouse. He truly leaved a plush life. Never having to worry about anything except who will transport his shipments. Then again, those who did manage to deliver his meth gold to him were shot afterward. Bodies burned so that no one would ever know of what had taken place. It was the perfect crime. Under the radar, and our of U.S jurisdiction.
"Sir, we couldn't find any link between Toretto and O'Conner except the youngest Toretto, a woman by the name of Mia."
A cheeky grin appeared on Braga's face as he took a seat in his reclining chair, pushing back as he propped his feet up on his desk. His laughter was confined to the small room, echoing off the white walls.
"I want you to gather a team, see if you can find this…Mia. Don't do anything just yet. Wait for my word."
With a nod, the man left and a grinning Braga continued to wallow in his five minutes of pure joy.
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Los Angeles, California
The Racer's Edge- 1:38 P.M
Downtown, L.A
Five years, and the place still looked the same. Brian grinned widely as he stepped into the old sho he used to work at. He wondered if Harry still owned the place.
"Aye, can we get some service up here!" Dominic called into the back. The sound of feet shuffling made them all chuckle lightly. Glancing around, the place had some minor changes. A few of the racks were changed around; new things were offered. A 'nicer' shop was what it was.
"Holy shit." The voice made Brian turn; a smile appearing on his face as he stepped back. Vince stepped out, greasy and rubbing his hands on a dirty piece of cloth. "What the hell are you doin around here man? You know your wanted nation wide, right?" Shaking hands with Dom, the two pulled in for a quick pat on the back before pulling away.
"Yeah. Well." Dominic started, rolling his shoulders. "Things change. Where's Leon?"
"Out back. We're almost finished repairin cop-boys car." The disgusted look was cast Brian's way, and the blond could only look away. He was ashamed for betraying them, though, then again, he was just doing his job. And if he remembered correctly, he did saved all of their lives. Dom glanced back to Brian, nodding his head to him as he headed off back. Brian had the urge to go back with him, though he didn't want any conflict to start. They couldn't afford to raise attention. Not now. Not anymore.
Heaving a sigh, he wiped a hand down his face before shoving his hands into his pockets and turning to look out of the window. At least it was a nice day…
"They're just a bit hostile." The soft voice interrupted the silence. "Five years, Brian. And you went back to being a cop. Can't really blame them, can you?"
"No-" He cleared his throat. "No, I can't. But I don't think they should still be pissed about my choices. Especially since they got off scott free, without so much as a speeding ticket."
Looping her arm through his, Mia pulled his arm against her chest as she leaned her head on his shoulder. His eyes glanced down to the top of her head. Thoughts of the present faded, as memories of the past. What would have happened between them if he hadn't left? They had a deep connection, and he knew that even now, five years later, they would have most likely been together. Letty would have been…
Bowing his head with a sigh, Brian shook his head and reached around to pull her into an embrace. Mia smiled against his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed the spot before pulling back to look up into his blue eyes. The eyes she fell so hard for the moment she saw them five years ago in this shop.
"Baby, what is it?" She asked, her voice low and soft, making him feel at ease.
He didn't say anything, however, and instead leaned his head down on hers. Why did he feel like it was all his fault?
"Do you blame me?" He asked, closing his eyes to hide the pain he felt. Truth was, everyone had been beating him with what they felt, he hadn't room to let out his own frustration. That was why he drove like he did. The speed. The adrenaline. It made everything go away.
But he didn't have to turn to the need for speed any longer.
Her smooth hands caressed the back of his neck before sliding down his chest.
"Brian, look at me." She whispered, her dark lustrous orbs meeting his own. "None of this is your fault. Letty came to you, to clear Dom's name. You didn't know what would happen."
Nodding his head, Brian slid his hands up and down her back, pulling her back into a hug as he buried his face in her hair. Wrapping her arms around his neck again, she drew him into her, loving how he fit so naturally against her. How could he let this go? He was a damned fool.
She breathed against him, snuggling her face against his neck as she closed her eyes to revel in the feeling she felt. She felt so secure in his arms, a feeling that made her heart swell with something she wasn't used to feeling for a man. Something mutual between the two of them. The words were there, but they wouldn't come.
"Mia, I-" Brian began, pulling back as their eyes met once more. She embraced herself to hear the words she couldn't say just yet.
"As touching as this is, I'd hate to break it up, but we'd better go find ourselves a place for the night." Dom once more interrupted. The two lovers sighed, and held in a groan of disappointment as they pulled back from each other, hands still locked together.
"Yeah." Brian cleared his throat, scratching the back of his head as they headed out of the door. Little did they know, the black car across the street had been watching them the entire time.