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Max and the rest of the team never questioned my date. Maybe they thought it was how I was moving on from Bobby, but they never brought it up. Friday seemed to take forever to arrive. Classes went well enough, considering I somehow had my own fan-base after the whole 'op gone wrong'.
Bobby thankfully avoided me like the plague. I kept my promise; he was suspended from field ops for at least a month. He hated the fact that I had some influence over him. In truth, the only reason I was able to do it was because his superior had a disturbing crush on me. The man was in his forties, which just seemed wrong, but I used that and the fact that Bobby was my ex to get what I wanted.
On Friday morning, I told Max that I was going on another date. She just told me to enjoy it and keep my watch with me at all times.
I chose an outfit that seemed practical. By 'practical' I mean a high rise flare jean, black heeled boots, a gray sleeveless tee and a crimson leather moto jacket. The jacket was probably the most practical, with the inside being lined with lightweight body armor. It also made hiding my gun easier, which I fully intended to keep.
The final accessory was my D.E.B.S. government issue watch. Lucy told me to leave it, but I couldn't. Instead, I disabled the tracker and put it on a vibration setting, which was enough to let me know there was a message or a call without drawing too much attention to it.
I left the house without a problem. Nobody questioned me about my new date, who the date was, where we were going, nothing. It seemed like it would get easier as they got used to it.
The walk to the park was both too short and too long. I was terrified of being surrounded by criminals, especially the Toretto crew, but I also wanted to see Lucy, even if she could kill me (or kiss me) in a heartbeat.
Her car was already at the park. I allowed a small smile to creep it's way onto my face as I sauntered to the door. I lent down to look into the car, to see her smiling back. Only, it wasn't her. It was the insignificant looking man that apparently handled her mercenaries and body guards. "Get in," he commanded, irritation clear in his voice.
I got into the car as he told me to. "Where's Lucy?" I asked after closing the door.
"Getting ready for the race." His answer was short and to the point. I knew better than to ask more questions. The answers would be the same kind. He didn't want to talk, so I wouldn't even try.
The drive took some time, taking us out of the city and to a rather barren dirt road. In the distance, there were shimmering lights, both from headlights of dozens of parked cars as well as some lining a road, presumably for the race. It looked like a full mile, with three turns: a bend, a tight turn and a hairpin turn near the end. The hairpin turn was right against a rock cluster, which meant if you missed the turn, you crashed and totaled your car.
We pulled off near the front of the crowd. "Here's what's going to happen. You're going to see Lucy. Then you're going to come back to me and watch the race. When Lucy wins, she'll come to us. No picking fights, no talking to anyone without my say so. Understand?" Scud asked, once again sounding annoyed.
"Yeah, I'm not an idiot. And I don't need a babysitter. I'll be fine on my own," I stated, getting out of the car before he could snap back at me.
Finding the racers was easy. They were at the very front of the crowd, their cars close enough to quickly get into position when the race would start. It took a moment to find Lucy, but the moment I spotted her, she turned and our eyes locked. A smirk slid over her features as she nodded her head, motioning me to go to her.
My body kicked into auto pilot. I was moving toward her without even thinking about it. Only when I was closer, did I hesitate for a split second. Next to her stood a tall, muscular and bald man. I recognized him from the photos. Dominic Toretto.
I was still moving towards Lucy, but instead of keeping my gaze locked onto her, it occasionally shifted to the male criminal. Lucy seemed amused, but he was unreadable.
The moment I was close enough, Lucy took a step forward and slid an arm around my waist and pulled me against her. Unsure of how to react, I moved my own arms around her. I heard her sigh right next to my ear, the feeling of her breath against my neck making my shiver. "I'm glad you could make it," Lucy said lowly, her voice coming out as a husky whisper, making me shiver again.
"I wouldn't miss this for the world," I replied quietly, placing a light butterfly kiss on her jaw which made her shiver in return. She pulled away after another second, then lead me to the man I had forgotten was there, her arm still around me.
"So, who's this blonde vixen, Lucy?" He asked in a gruff tone.
"This is Amy," she replied, glancing at me from the corner of her eye.
"Well, since Lucy won't introduce me, I'll do it myself," said the man, his tone lighter now. "My name is Dominic Toretto, but everyone calls me Dom. I'm Lucy's cousin and rival in this race." I nearly choked on my spit when he mentioned their relation.
"Are you okay, Amy? You look a little pale," Lucy teased, no real concern in her voice.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just didn't realize you still had family," I replied honestly.
"Yeah, the Reynolds and the Toretto's are cousin families. We don't operate together, but we're still family," Dom said with a laugh, messing up Lucy's hair at the end as a joke.
"Yeah, yeah, Toretto. Watch it or else I might just have to kick your ass," Lucy replied, grinning despite her hair being messed up.
"I'd like to see you try, cuz," Dom taunted back. Before Lucy could reply, there was an announcement saying there was only five minutes, then the race would start. "I'll see you at the finish line," Dom said, then walked to his own car, a 1993 Mazda RX-7.
Lucy pulled me away from the crowds, into one of the few buildings there. "Lucy, what are you doing? You have to g-" Lucy shushed me before I could finish talking. She pushed me against the wall, then put her hands on either side of me to pin me. She leaned in close, close enough for me to feel her breath on my skin.
"Do you have your gun?" She asked, I nodded in reply. She smirked, but didn't press it. "What about your little D.E.B. watch?"
"Lucy, I-" I wanted to explain. Her eyes darkened and her posture changed, making my senses scream danger.
"Why?" Her tone was as dark as her eyes.
"Tracking is disabled and sound is turned off." My reply came quickly.
"Next time, do as I say and don't bring it at all. Understand?" I nodded, swallowing heavily.
She was leaned in so close, I could touch her by barely moving. My breath hitched when she brushed against me. Lucy seemed to notice the same thing, as her darkness melted away and showed me her mischievous and playful side once more. "You like me when I'm angry." It was more of a statement than a question. It was true, in a way. I liked her dark looks and dangerous vibe, even if she terrified me when that anger was directed at me. "Do you want me to kiss you?" This time I nodded, letting out a shaky breath. "Good. Now close your eyes." Her voice was so quiet and enchanting, I found myself doing what she asked without a thought.
After several moments, I opened my eyes to find myself alone. She was indeed as cruel as everyone said.
I made my way back to Scud's car. When I got close, he stepped out and started walking to a blocked off section, motioning for me to follow. I quickly fell into step just behind him. When we walked past a guard, Scud told him to let me through as well. We settled into seats near the front, with no one blocking our view of the race that would start momentarily.
"So, tell me about this race," I told more than asked. Scud let out a heavy sigh.
"There are four racers. Each one had to pay their way into the race. There's Jesse, a newcomer to the racing scene. He's in the '95 Volkswagen Jetta. He put up 75k to join," Scud explained, motioning to the racer.
"Then there's Johnny Tran. He and his crew have a special rivalry with the Toretto's. He's in the '00 Honda S2000. He spent more than 100k just on mods for his car. He paid his entry by betting his pink slip.
"Then there's Dominic Toretto. You probably know about him already. He's racing in the '93 Mazda RX-7.
"Of course, last but not least, there's Lucy. She's in the '94 Toyota Supra Mark IV. That car has literally none of the original parts. Lucy built it so it can even outrun the newest Ferrari's. It's hands down the fastest car on the track, but speed isn't everything," Scud finished explaining.
"But wait, what did Lucy and Dominic put up to join the race?" I asked, realizing he left those out.
"They put up something way more valuable than what the others are offering. They each put up a favor." Scud must have seen my confused frown, because after a moment, he explained. "It isn't just them. It's their entire crews. Whoever wins, can ask them to do anything, no matter how dangerous or suicidal. So whoever wins has two of the most dangerous crews in their pocket."
Reality sunk in. Whoever won could orchestrate the destruction of all government factions in the city, if they wanted. They could run the city, without even lifting a finger. The thought scared me.
The announcer called out, drawing everyone's attention toward the course. Starting in front of the track, the race route took the drivers to the end of the first quarter mile, had them perform a tight turn and drive almost parallel to the crowd area, they would then drive the second quarter mile and follow a slight turn, followed by another quarter mile leading to the hairpin turn before crashing into the rocks. The last quarter mile was smooth and they finish the race back where they had started.
As soon as the start horn went off, all the cars shot off the start line. Scud was right when he said Lucy had the fastest car on the track, since she pulled ahead of the pack, Dom following in second and Johnny in third place. Poor Jesse was barely in the race to begin with.
Within 15 seconds, Lucy already hit the first turn. She lost some speed to make the turn, but still kept the lead. Dom didn't lose nearly as much speed as she did, which made the gap between them a lot smaller. So much smaller that he managed to tap her car, making her swerve a bit. She recovered quickly and started putting distance between them again.
When they were nearly halfway through the second section, Johnny made it around the first turn. Apparently he thought using his NOS would be a good idea with the relatively straight half mile. It helped him get a lot closer, but not enough to overtake them. He was at a disadvantage for the last stretch.
As Lucy rounded the second corner, Jesse finally made it to the second quarter.
Dom somehow managed to get closer to Lucy again, probably by taking the turn tighter than she did. They were painfully close to each other when the final turn came.
Lucy swerved to the inside of the turn. Entering the turn, at what appeared to be an impossibly fast speed, she down-shifted hard and sent the car sliding through the turn. As soon as the car swung around and was pointing back towards the finish line, the car was ruthlessly pushed to accelerate down the straight away.
The stunt nearly made my heart stop. If the timing was off by a few milliseconds, then Lucy would've crashed into the rocks.
Although Dom didn't lose as much speed on the turn as most would, Lucy's stunt secured some distance between them. As they reached the halfway point of the last quarter, they were around a car length apart. Johnny was much further behind, unable to keep up.
Dom was getting worried. You didn't need to see him. It was obvious from his driving pattern. Then, he used his NOS. He started pulling ahead, quickly approaching the finish line. Then Lucy used hers. She picked up speed even faster than he did. Because he used his too early, she managed to put a good two car lengths between them.
As Lucy crossed the line, Jesse finally came around the corner. For some reason, right at the apex of the turn, his NOS activated. It was a disaster, sending his car sideways into the rocks and making his whole car roll. There was a sickening crunch when it finally stopped.
Most of the people didn't even notice. They were all cheering for Lucy and Dom, who also crossed the line. I stood up, ready to run to the destroyed car. Scud stood next to me and grabbed me by the arm. When I turned to glare at him, he was shaking his head. "Lucy." Was all he said, before leading me to the finish line.
I glanced back to see Jesse crawl from the wreckage, looking beaten and bruised but still alive.
As we made our way through the crowd, we caught glimpses of the cars. Lucy's had a nasty dent and scratched paint on the back quarter. Dom's had the same markings but on the opposite quarter. "Oh she is gonna be so pissed," Scud mumbled.
We made it through the crowd just as Dom pulled his car into the second place spot. Unfortunately, Lucy was already marching towards him, looking very much as pissed as Scud said she would.
Seeing the murderous look in her eye made me pull my arm from Scud's grasp, allowing me to get to her faster. He mumbled something, but I didn't bother trying to hear what. Before I reached Lucy, she was slamming Dom against the side of his car.
"What the hell was that?" She demanded, her voice filled with venom.
"Hey come on cuz, I did what I thought would get me the win," he tried to brush off with a laugh. At this point, Lucy seemed to notice how close I was to them, and I was still moving closer.
"That car is worth more than your arm," Lucy stated. I knew what was going to happen. "Amy, give me your gun."
I stepped closer to the duo, my hand reaching back to grab my gun from it's holster. Looking between the pissed Lucy and the now cautious-scared Dom, I knew I had to think of something to stop a gang war from starting. I handed Lucy the gun. She put it against his arm, right where the bullet would hit an artery.
"Lucy, wait," I tried, my voice holding confidence that I knew I didn't feel.
"No, Amy. You saw what he did to my car." Her finger started tightening around the trigger.
"Don't start a war over it. Get something from him," I stated. Lucy glanced at me from the corner of her eye, stopping her motions.
"Like what? I have money. What else could he offer me?" All eyes fell on me as Lucy asked that.
"Make him double his bet for the race. You could control his crew not only for one task, but two."
Lucy fixed her gaze on Dom. "Well? Is your arm worth more than a favor?" She asked. She was really willing to listen.
"Well, I think you finally found a girl to balance out your psycho ass," Dom said with a laugh, then stuck his hand out. "Deal."
Lucy passed my gun back to me, then shook his hand. She glanced at me for a moment, then turned back to Dom. "Yeah, I really know how to pick them, don't I?" Her voice was still strained and cold, with the same dark tone as earlier. A moment later she turned to me.
"You are coming with me," Lucy said lowly, stepping closer. Before I could answer, she was pulling me into the building from before. We were barely over the threshold when the door was closed and she had me pushed against the wall, pinned like I was before.
"What the hell was that?" She asked, her voice dangerously low.
"I thought-" I started.
"No!" I was cut off by her slamming her hand into the wall next to me. "You weren't thinking!"
Silence filled the room. I had no idea what to do or to say. I didn't even know how to act. Lucy's eyes held a storm of emotions.
"You weren't thinking," she said again. This time her voice was calmer, but still held the dark tone. "Around here, you're a nobody, an unknown. Me? I'm Lucy Diamond, the most wanted criminal in America. Having a nobody defy me is going to make me seem weak. And I am not weak." The last sentence came out slower and stronger than the others. She was looking away from me.
"You're right," I said quietly after a few more moments. I slowly moved my one hand up so I can turn her chin, making her look at me. "I am a nobody." Lucy seemed much calmer when I made her look at me. "Teach me how to be a somebody. Someone that they can fear and respect."
"Someone who can stand by my side," Lucy finished for me. "How far are you willing to go?" For a second, I saw her smile. It was gone almost as soon as it appeared.
"Just tell me what I have to do." I let my hand slip around the back of her neck.
"First of all," Lucy started, moving her hands from the wall to my waist. "No spy gadgets."
I brought my other hand up and turned the watch off, then put it in one of my pockets. I slipped my arms around her neck again. "Done," I all but whispered.
"Second," she pulled me flush against her, making my breath hitch. "You are only loyal to me."
"I am."
"Third," she moved closer, so close I could feel her breath on my lips. "Don't ever defy me."
"I won't." My voice was so quiet, I could barely hear it.
"Good girl," Lucy all but purred. "Tell me you're mine," she demanded quietly, leaning ever so slightly closer
"I'm yours," I barely breathed out. She tightened her grip around my waist.
"Mine," she hummed, making me shudder slightly.
Then she was kissing me, and it felt like my body was on fire. I barely noticed that I was pressed firmly against the wall, only that Lucy was pressed against me and kissing me. I was kissing Lucy Diamond, the worst of the worst, a criminal mastermind. A girl. I was kissing a girl and I really liked it.
The moment was ruined when the door swung open, revealing none other than Scud. Lucy pulled away and took the smallest step back, only enough to put a sliver of distance between us. She turned slightly so she could look at him.
"What is it, Scud?" Lucy asked harshly.
"What the hell just happened with Dominic?" He asked, eyeing me warily.
"Amy here convinced Dom to double his bet," Lucy said, glancing between us. "Go get the rest of the payload. Let Jesse keep his, but make sure he understands it's a loan. Get Johnny's car and have one of ours drive it to the safehouse," Lucy commanded. Scud nodded and scurried off to do as he was told.
Scud was barely out the door when Lucy was pressed against me again. "Only I am allowed to do this to you," she said lowly, leaning closer again.
"You're the only one that's able to," I whispered without thinking. I leaned in the rest of the way to kiss her again.
After a few more moments (seconds? Minutes?) she pulled away again. I let out a disappointed groan, which made her smirk.
"To be continued? I have business arrangements to make and I need to find someone to do the bodywork on the Supra."
"I know a guy. One of my contacts can do it. When it comes to body work, I'm your girl." Lucy raised her eyebrow slightly at my unintentionally suggestive remark.
"Are you now?" Lucy asked, a slight smile gracing her lips. She tightened her grip again, pulling me against her again. "Good to know, because I'm sure my body is going to need some work." I held my breath, but she pulled away again.
She didn't stay long after that. Before I knew it, I was lying awake in my bed, the kiss replaying in my head in a loop.
That's when I knew I was totally screwed.