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Brian nearly died of shock when they stopped in front of a huge mansion- Dom hadn’t even gone over the speed limit once. Not even for a second. Dom drove like a model citizen. He stopped at stop signs, yielded when it was appropriate. He drove like he had never even heard of street racing.
“Okay. Once I’m in, you leave. It won’t be long,” Dominic replied.
“You sure you want me to leave?”
“Yeah. I’m sure. It’s going to take longer than 20 minutes. I got my cell.”
“Okay. If you’re sure.”
“I am. No get going,” Dom called over his shoulder, walking up to the house. He rang the doorbell and was let in. Following Dom’s wishes, he left.
“Dominic Toretto, what brings you here to my humble home?” Ramon Douglass asked, walking into the room where the maid had him wait.
“Well, word on the street you kidnapped you a cop’s sister.”
“Where you get your word?”
“Hector. Edwin. Both sayin’ the same thing. You napped a cop’s sister.”
“What if I did?” Ramon asked.
“I can help you. And myself, of course.”
“I know the cop. Let me get close to his sister- make her trust me. In the end I can clear my name and get your brother out of slam.”
“Interesting proposition. Why should I trust you?”
“Good point. So, say I trust you, let you close, you’d have to pretend you were here to help her.”
“That was the plan. Get her trust me by sayin’ I’m gonna help her, and then after we get we want, you can do whatever the hell you want with her,” Dom replied.
“Okay. Fine. My brother needs out of slam before he’s so fucked up he won’t be able to function in society. We’ll leave the door unlocked, you can pretend to break in.”
“I’ll take her some food. Leave the door unlocked, and you can break in. On your way out, we’ll stop you and you both will be imprisoned.”
“As long as you remember I’m helping you. I get left in there or killed; you’re out of luck. Big brother stays in jail.”
“I’ll remember. This way. Ramon had the cook make up a plate of food and they took the elevator up to the top floor.
Dominic waited. Ramon punched the keypad with his right hand and turned the key with his left. When the door swung open and Ramon walked in, Dominic caught a glimpse of a girl in her early twenties sitting on a couch, a book in hand. He’d expected a ten year old. Not a full-grown woman. Brian’s baby sister was no baby. Before Dom could get another look at Brian’s sister, the door closed.
The door opened five minutes later.
“She’s all yours,” Ramon said quietly. The door shut, but didn’t lock. After Ramon was gone, Dominic twisted the doorknob, opening the door. He shut the door behind him, leaning against it.
“Who are you?” the girl asked him.
“I’m a friend of your brothers. Get your ass over here! We’re bustin’ you outta here,” Dominic remarked.
“You know Brian?” she got up.
“Yeah, now, shut up. Douglass is going to be on his way back. Okay now!” Dom got the door open and they were halfway down the hall when they heard Douglass’s voice.
“What have we here? Well if it isn’t Dominic Toretto. Trying to escape with my prisoner. No, no, no. I’m disappointed in you Dom. Shoulda took the balcony.”
“Get over there,” Ramon pulled a gun out. He pointed it at them. “Get back in that room!” Dominic led Brian’s sister back to the door and into the room.
“You’ll have to stay here now, too.”
“You son of a bitch! We’ll get out of here!” the girl cried as the door shut in her face.
The girl turned around to face Dominic.
“You’re a friend of Brian’s?”
“Yeah. Dominic Toretto,” he held out his hand, trying to be polite.
“You’re not anything like your brother described.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“Yeah. He said his baby sister had been kidnapped. I was thinking ten year old.”
“You can say that again,” Dom said under his breath.