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“Stupid car. Who made this crap that can’t move any faster?” Garrett complained as he tried to increase the vehicle's speed, only to realize he had gotten to the point where he couldn’t. He looked annoyed, almost agitated too, with his sweaty face steaming like he had gotten himself in a fight not too long ago.

The man sounded tense. "What is it?" "Your office is on fire!" He has never driven his Ferrari that fast in his life and the more Dane screamed for him to calm down, the more agitation took over him. He sped through the streets breaking speed limits and infringing traffic laws. "Dude!" Dane screamed, "Would you slow down, I am sure the fire department must have been called by now." "I can't fucking slow down!" He took a rough and risky turn, "MY OFFICE IS ON FIRE!"

It wouldn't take long for the Aventador to catch up to them. "Have you ever done this before?" he asked, driving in excess of 100 miles per hour with one hand as he reloaded his Glock with the other. "Killed Vampires?" she asked sarcastically. "A few times." "No, shot from a moving vehicle," he replied as they came within a few yards of the other automobile. "No, but I've seen all of the Fast and Furious movies," she stated, rolling down her window. "Try to hit the Vampires, obviously, but if you can't, the tires or the gas tank also work," he explained, glancing over at her.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * TAYA’s POV : I won’t be surprised if someday Judah was cast in The Fast and Furious movies. He was riding so damn fast, I swear my life had flashed before my eyes. Throughout the entire ride, I was certain I was gonna get blown away by all the wind. Still, I tried my best not to whimper like a baby and held my grip tighter around him. Judah only asked for my street address and we didn't speak one word after that.

Pure, naked panic. "This is fabricated," he shouted, but his voice cracked on the word. "This is a setup, this is" He lunged. Not toward the reporters. Toward me. He shoved past two cameramen and broke through the gap between Zane and Lucian with a speed I did not expect from him. Gavin moved like water finding a crack. One step, one pivot, and Derek's entire body hit the marble floor with a sound that silenced the room completely. Gavin had him pinned in under two seconds, knee against his spine, one arm locked behind his back.

Fast and furious was the complete opposite of her usual self. There was no speed limit, and there were fewer vehicles on the road, so she could drive at the car's full potential. A car sped up, trying to take over her. She didn't slow down and forced it to return to its place instead. When she took over three cars, the other party was so frightened that they broke into a cold sweat. On the contrary, she was wearing a happy smile. Warren thought to himself, "Crazy woman." The car was pulled over by the beach, where the snowflakes danced along the sea breeze.

i say "one day i hope to pay you back, or pay it forward. its people like you that help me keep my faith in humanity, Thanks again" "Stay safe, keep your awareness and be careful who you accept a ride from." he sounds gruff but smiles at me, i give him a wave and exit the truck, making my way back over to the tables where we met, its a bit cool and i open my bag to retrieve my hoody, to discover a bottle of water, a can of coke, a bag of lollies, a pack of cigarettes and $20, "for breakfast. be safe little one, until we meet again." the note says.

Sharon whispered and they Left. Sharon sat on the bonnet as Elsa enters into the car. " Sharon?" Elsa called out. " No you think we're the cause of her death." Sharon asked. "You've put enough blame on yourself silvy, it's enough, Let's go." Elsa was saying when a sport car rode past them with full speed followed by a blue truck. "Did you see that?" Sharon asked. "Yeah. I guess they're filming fast and furious 10." Elsa SAID. "You didn't see what I saw Elsa, There's a bomb in that truck." Sharon shouted.

As my boys and I stepped out, about six expensive black SUVs screeched to a violent stop in front of us. It was my homie, Diego, and my boys. I said to them, voice cool like stone: “Easy, fellas. My hood ain't no spot for one of the damn scenes in Fast and Furious.” They alighted like trained soldiers from the cars. Bows. Greetings. Hugs. Handshakes. The very first car among them was occupied by the third man of my right-hand homies, Diego. He was more like the mobilizer of men and ammunition.

"I'll make it fast" At that the driver swerves quickly to the side of the road without saying a word. Shirtless guy has the door open and is out before he came to a full stop. The truck is popped open and and slammed shut within record time, he's back in his seat and the car is moving before the door is shut. The driver was right, fear is the driving force here and he's back up to speed in no time. The danger is real and I'm not sure what would happen to these humans for helping me and that wasn't ok. I couldn't let them get hurt.