๐“๐‡๐„ ๐Ž๐“๐‡๐„๐‘ ๐’๐ˆ๐ƒ๐„, ๏ฟฝ...

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๐Ÿฆ‹ๅฝกโ˜† โช ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ด ๐™พ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ด๐š ๐š‚๐™ธ๐™ณ๐™ด โซ ๐Ÿฆ‹ๅฝกโ˜† โI DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO LIVE WITHOUT YOUโž โ–ƒโ–ƒโ–ƒโ–ƒโ–ƒโ–ƒโ–ƒโ–ƒ... More

๐“๐‡๐„ ๐Ž๐“๐‡๐„๐‘ ๐’๐ˆ๐ƒ๐„
๐—ฃ๐—”๐—ฅ๐—ง ๐—œ. TRUCK HEISTS
โฐยน ๐šƒ๐š๐š„๐™ฒ๐™บ ๐š๐™พ๐™ฑ๐™ฑ๐™ด๐š๐šˆ
โฐยฒ ๐š†๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ฝ๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ'๐š‚ ๐š†๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ฝ๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ
โฐยณ ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ด ๐™ฑ๐š„๐š‚๐šƒ๐™ด๐š ๐™ธ๐š‚ ๐™ฐ ๐š‚๐™ฐ๐š…๐™ธ๐™พ๐š
โฐโด ๐™ฐ๐™ฝ๐™ถ๐š๐šˆ ๐™ณ๐™พ๐™ผ
โฐโต ๐™ฒ๐™ฐ๐š ๐™ถ๐™พ๐™ณ๐š‚
โฐโถ ๐š‚๐™ฝ๐™พ๐™พ๐™ฟ๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ
โฐโท ๐šƒ๐™ด๐š‚๐šƒ๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ ๐™พ๐š„๐šƒ ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ด ๐™ฝ๐™ด๐š† ๐™ฒ๐™ฐ๐š
โฐโธ ๐š๐™ฐ๐™ฒ๐™ด ๐š†๐™ฐ๐š๐š‚
โฐโน ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ด ๐š‚๐šƒ๐™ด๐™ฐ๐™ป ๐™ถ๐™พ๐™ฝ๐™ด ๐™ฑ๐™ฐ๐™ณ
ยนโฐ ๐™ด๐š…๐™ด๐š๐šˆ๐™พ๐™ฝ๐™ด'๐š‚ ๐™ถ๐™พ๐™ฝ๐™ด
๐—ฃ๐—”๐—ฅ๐—ง ๐—œ๐—œ. MIAMI
ยนยน ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ด ๐™ณ๐™ด๐™ฐ๐™ป
ยนยฒ ๐š†๐™ด๐™ป๐™ฒ๐™พ๐™ผ๐™ด ๐šƒ๐™พ ๐™ผ๐™ธ๐™ฐ๐™ผ๐™ธ
ยนยณ ๐š‚๐šƒ๐™ฐ๐š๐™ด ๐™ฐ๐™ฝ๐™ณ ๐™ณ๐š๐™ธ๐š…๐™ด
ยนโด ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ด ๐™ฐ๐š„๐™ณ๐™ธ๐šƒ๐™ธ๐™พ๐™ฝ
ยนโต ๐š‚๐™ด๐™ด๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ ๐™ป๐™พ๐™ป๐™ฐ ๐™ฐ๐™ถ๐™ฐ๐™ธ๐™ฝ
ยนโถ ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ด ๐™ฒ๐™ท๐™ด๐™ฒ๐™บ-๐™ธ๐™ฝ
ยนโท ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ด ๐š๐™ฐ๐™ฒ๐™ด
ยนโธ ๐š…๐™ด๐š๐™พ๐™ฝ๐™ด'๐š‚ ๐™ฒ๐™ป๐š„๐™ฑ
ยนโน ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ด ๐š๐™ฐ๐šƒ
ยฒโฐ ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ด ๐š†๐™ฐ๐š๐™ฝ๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ
ยฒยน ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ด ๐™ฟ๐™ป๐™ฐ๐™ฝ
ยฒยฒ ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ด ๐š๐š„๐™ฝ
๐—ฃ๐—”๐—ฅ๐—ง ๐—œ๐—œ๐—œ. BOWING OUT
ยฒโด ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ด ๐™ฑ๐™ฐ๐™ณ ๐™ฝ๐™ด๐š†๐š‚
ยฒโต ๐™ฑ๐™พ๐š†๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ ๐™พ๐š„๐šƒ
ยฒโถ ๐™ถ๐™พ๐™พ๐™ณ๐™ฑ๐šˆ๐™ด
๐—ฃ๐—”๐—ฅ๐—ง ๐—œ๐—ฉ. RIO
ยฒโท ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ด ๐š‚๐š„๐š๐™ฟ๐š๐™ธ๐š‚๐™ด
ยฒโธ ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ด ๐šƒ๐š๐™ฐ๐™ธ๐™ฝ ๐š๐™พ๐™ฑ๐™ฑ๐™ด๐š๐šˆ
ยฒโน ๐™ฒ๐™ป๐™ธ๐™ต๐™ต ๐™น๐š„๐™ผ๐™ฟ๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ
ยณโฐ ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ด ๐™ธ๐™ผ๐™ฟ๐™พ๐š๐šƒ๐™ฐ๐™ฝ๐šƒ ๐™ฒ๐™ฐ๐š
ยณยน ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ด ๐™ถ๐™พ๐™พ๐™ณ ๐™ฝ๐™ด๐š†๐š‚
ยณยฒ ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ด ๐™ธ๐™ณ๐™ด๐™ฐ
ยณยณ ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ด ๐™ฒ๐™ฐ๐š‚๐™ท ๐™ท๐™พ๐š„๐š‚๐™ด
ยณโด ๐šƒ๐™ฐ๐™ฟ๐™ฟ๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ ๐™ธ๐™ฝ
ยณโต ๐™ฑ๐š๐™ด๐™ฐ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ ๐š๐™พ๐™พ๐™ผ
ยณโถ ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ด ๐™ฐ๐™ฝ๐™ฝ๐™พ๐š„๐™ฝ๐™ฒ๐™ด๐™ผ๐™ด๐™ฝ๐šƒ๐š‚
ยณโท ๐™ถ๐™ด๐šƒ๐šƒ๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ ๐™ฒ๐™ฐ๐š„๐™ถ๐™ท๐šƒ
ยณโธ ๐™ด๐™ฝ๐™ฐ๐™ฒ๐šƒ๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ด ๐™ฟ๐™ป๐™ฐ๐™ฝ
ยณโน ๐™ต๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ฐ๐™ป๐™ป๐šˆ ๐™ต๐š๐™ด๐™ด
๐—ฉ๐—ข๐—Ÿ๐—จ๐— ๐—˜ ๐—ฉ. FINDING LETTY
โดโฐ ๐™น๐™ฐ๐™ฒ๐™บ ๐™พ'๐™ฒ๐™พ๐™ฝ๐™ฝ๐™ด๐š
โดยน ๐™ป๐™พ๐™ฝ๐™ณ๐™พ๐™ฝ
โดยฒ ๐™ป๐™ด๐šƒ๐šƒ๐šˆ'๐š‚ ๐™ฐ๐™ป๐™ธ๐š…๐™ด
โดยณ ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ด ๐™ฟ๐™ฐ๐š†๐™ฝ๐š‚๐™ท๐™พ๐™ฟ
โดโด ๐š๐™พ๐™ผ๐™ฐ๐™ฝ'๐š‚ ๐™ธ๐™ณ๐™ธ๐™พ๐™ฒ๐š๐™ฐ๐™ฒ๐šˆ
โดโต ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ด๐šˆ ๐™ถ๐™พ๐šƒ ๐™ฐ ๐šƒ๐™ฐ๐™ฝ๐™บ
โดโถ ๐šƒ๐š๐™ฐ๐™ธ๐šƒ๐™พ๐š
โดโท ๐š‚๐™ท๐™พ๐™พ๐šƒ๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ ๐™ณ๐™พ๐š†๐™ฝ ๐™ฐ ๐™ฟ๐™ป๐™ฐ๐™ฝ๐™ด
โดโธ ๐Ÿท๐Ÿน๐Ÿธ๐Ÿฝ
๐—ฉ๐—ข๐—Ÿ๐—จ๐— ๐—˜ ๐—ฉ๐—œ. ONE LAST RIDE
โดโน ๐™พ๐™ป๐™ป๐™ธ๐™ด ๐™ธ๐™ฝ ๐™ฐ ๐™ผ๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ธ๐š…๐™ฐ๐™ฝ
โตโฐ ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ด ๐™ต๐š„๐™ฝ๐™ด๐š๐™ฐ๐™ป
โตยน ๐™ฟ๐™ป๐™ฐ๐™ฝ๐™ด ๐™ฟ๐™ฐ๐š๐™ฐ๐™ฒ๐™ท๐š„๐šƒ๐™ด
โตยฒ ๐šƒ๐š๐š„๐š‚๐šƒ
โตยณ ๐™ฐ๐™ฑ๐š„ ๐™ณ๐™ท๐™ฐ๐™ฑ๐™ธ
โตโด ๐™ฑ๐™ด๐™ฐ๐š‚๐šƒ ๐™ธ๐™ฝ ๐™ฐ ๐™ฒ๐™ฐ๐™ถ๐™ด
โตโต ๐™ถ๐™พ๐™ณ'๐š‚ ๐™ด๐šˆ๐™ด
โตโถ ๐š†๐™ฐ๐š ๐™ธ๐š‚ ๐™ฒ๐™พ๐™ผ๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ
โตโท ๐™บ๐™ด๐™ด๐™ฟ-๐™ฐ๐š†๐™ฐ๐šˆ
โตโธ ๐™ท๐™ฐ๐™ฒ๐™บ๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ ๐™ถ๐™พ๐™ณ'๐š‚ ๐™ด๐šˆ๐™ด
โตโน ๐™ธ๐šƒ'๐š‚ ๐™ฝ๐™ด๐š…๐™ด๐š ๐™ถ๐™พ๐™พ๐™ณ๐™ฑ๐šˆ๐™ด
โถโฐ ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ด ๐š†๐™ด๐™ณ๐™ณ๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ
โถยน ๐™ธ๐š‚๐™ป๐™ฐ ๐™ถ๐š๐™ฐ๐™ฒ๐™ด
โถยฒ ๐™ฑ๐™ฐ๐™ฑ๐šˆ ๐™ณ๐™พ๐™ผ
๐—ฉ๐—ข๐—Ÿ๐—จ๐— ๐—˜ ๐—ฉ๐—œ๐—œ. JAKOB'S BACK
โถยณ ๐š๐™ด๐šƒ๐™ธ๐š๐™ด๐™ณ ๐™ป๐™ธ๐™ต๐™ด
โถโด ๐™น๐™ฐ๐™บ๐™พ๐™ฑ'๐š‚ ๐™ฑ๐™ฐ๐™ฒ๐™บ
โถโต ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ด ๐™ฟ๐™ฐ๐š‚๐šƒ
โถโถ ๐š๐™พ๐™ฒ๐™บ๐™ด๐šƒ๐š‚ ๐™พ๐™ฝ ๐™ฒ๐™ฐ๐š๐š‚
โถโท ๐š‚๐š„๐š๐™ฟ๐š๐™ธ๐š‚๐™ด๐š‚

ยฒยณ ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ด ๐™ฝ๐™ด๐š† ๐™ฟ๐™ป๐™ฐ๐™ฝ

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˗ˏˋ𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞ˊˎ˗
𝚡𝚡𝚒𝚒𝚒. 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗

















𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲 on the highway, Oliver, Brian, and Roman were having small celebrations in their muscle cars. The money in the trunks.

"Yes!" Oliver cheered

"Whoo hoo!" Pedro exclaimed

"𝑯𝒆𝒚, 𝑻𝒆𝒋. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕. 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒄𝒉. 𝑰 𝒐𝒘𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆." Brian said over the walkie

"𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒉, 𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐 𝒐𝒘𝒆 𝒎𝒆, 𝒎𝒂𝒏. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐-- 𝑼𝒔. 𝑺𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒘𝒆 𝒖𝒔,  𝒂'𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕?" Tej said over the walkie

Oliver mentally agreed and kept driving.

"𝒀𝒐, 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆? 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏." Brian said over the walkie.

"𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒖𝒑, 𝒎𝒂𝒏?" Roman asked over the walkie

"𝑰𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕, 𝒉𝒖𝒉?" Brian asked over the walkie

Oliver and Roman agreed. 

"𝑴𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒚." Roman said over the walkie

"𝑳𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒅𝒐 𝒊𝒕." Oliver said over the walkie

Oliver put his walkie down and grabbed the eject button that was installed into the car.

"Sorry, man. But it's just business." Oliver apologized

Pedro looked at Oliver confused.

"What are you..." Pedro started

Oliver hit the eject button and Pedro fell out of the car.

"𝑴𝒓. 𝑶'𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚. 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒐. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓." Roman said over the walkie

"𝑴𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐." Oliver said over the walkie

"𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕. 𝑯𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒖𝒑, 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔! 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒐𝒏, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚!" Roman exclaimed over the walkie

Oliver smirked.

"𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 10-4, 𝒎𝒂𝒏." Brian replied over the walkie

Roman and Oliver drove off to the meeting point with Jimmy. When they arrived, Brian still wasn't there.

"𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏. 𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏, 𝒎𝒂𝒏, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒖𝒑, 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒉?" Roman asked over the walkie

"𝒀𝒐, 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝑶𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏." Brian said

"𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍?" Oliver asked over the walkie

"𝑾𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝑷𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒕, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑." Brian explained over the walkie

"𝑺𝒐𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈?" Oliver asked over the walkie

"𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏." Brian said over the walkie

He went offline and Oliver groaned. 

"Brian. Brian, hello? You there? Damn!" Roman exclaimed

"Yo! What the hell is he doing?" Jimmy asked

He looked back and forth between Roman and Oliver.

"The feds are in the wrong place. Monica's on her own with Verone." Oliver explained

Jimmy was still confused.

"So..." Jimmy started

"So Brian's not coming." Roman said

"Then it looks like we need to go to him." Oliver suggested

🏎

After getting the money from Brian's car, Verone forced Monica onto his boat while he sent Enrique off to kill Brian. Brian's car pulled to a stop in a ditch. Enrique slowly aimed his gun at the side of Brian's face.

"End of the road. You know, I like you, but I still gotta kill you. It's my job." Enrique said

Brian pushed the eject button in his hand, but it didn't work. 

"What's that? What's that?" Enrique asked

"𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒘, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚!" Roman said over the walkie 

"𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚!" Oliver finished over the walkie 

He stopped his car while Roman slammed his into the first car he saw. Getting out his car, Oliver heard bullets. Roman jumped out of his, now damaged, car and pulled the driver of the SUV out of his car. He sent three punches to the man's stomach, while Oliver made his way over to Brian and pulled him out of the car 

"Oh shit." Brian cursed

He and Enrique were still fighting over the gun. Enrique placed Brian in a choke hold, so Oliver kicked Enrique straight in the face. Brian grabbed the gun and pointed it at Enrique. Oliver punched Enrique in the face, knocking him out.

"Come on." Oliver said

He pulled Brian away from Enrique.

"Oh shit." Brian cursed again

Roman, Brian, and Oliver ran towards the edge of land, and saw Verone's boat driving away. The three jumped in Brian's car and kicked out the broken windshield. They then started driving.

"I thought you was dead, man." Roman said

"Yeah. Me too. Thanks for saving my ass, guys." Brian thanked

Oliver looked at the boat from the window.

"What are you doing, Brian?" Oliver asked

"I don't know, but if Verone sees a helicopter or Customs boat, she's dead!" Brian said

He pointed at the boat.

"Boat. Car. Boat-- You're not gonna do what I think you're gonna do?" Roman asked

"Yeah, I think so. You guys got my back?" Brian asked

"Yeah." Oliver and Roman said, in unison

Brian put on his seat belt.

"Alright guys. Put on a seat belt." Brian said

Oliver quickly put on his seat belt, Roman doing the same.

"Show 'em some real Dukes of Hazzard shit, brah!" Roman said

"We're gonna do this big. Hold on, guys. Hold on." Brian said 

He pressed the gas and Roman saw the end of the road, however Brian didn't stop.

"Oh! Brian, you crazy, man! What the hell you doing?" Roman shouted

Once the muscle car went past 120, they were flying. The car made it and slammed into the boat. Slamming into the front of the car. Roman groaned as he held his arm while Brian held his forehead from it bumping into the wheel. Oliver sighed, thankful for once for being in the backseat.

"My arm. I think I broke my arm, man." Roman said

Slight footsteps approached and Brian looked through the smoke. A gun cocked and the boys looked up to find that Verone was still fine. Aiming the shot at the three boys, Roman slowly handed his hand gun to Brian.

"Get the gun." Roman said

Before Verone could fire a shot, Brian shot Verone. Verone went to grab his shotgun again, but Monica kicked away his arm away and took the shotgun. Verone only laughed and sat up.

"It's over, Carter." Monica said

She kept an eye on him.

"You okay?" Oliver asked

"Yeah. I'm great." Monica replied

Oliver, Roman, and Brian laid back in their seats, tired.

"We got 'em, man. We got 'em. Let's get outta here." Roman said

The three men pulled themselves out of the car.

🏎

A little later, Customs showed up and took Verone and his goons into custody. Roman, Oliver, and Brian got treated for their injuries. Markham walked up to the three.

"So, there were three bags total, huh? The three from the boat." Markham confirmed

"So we good, right? My record's clean?" Roman asked

"You held up your end. Your records are clean." Markham said

Roman, Oliver, and Brian made eye contact, Brian nodded his head. Roman got up and walked to the trunk of his car, opening it. He brought the three other bags over to Markham.

"So maybe there was six bags. I guess we can call it even." Roman said

"Agent Dunn." Markham called

"Sir." Dunn said

He walked over. Markham shook Roman, Oliver, and Brian's hands.

"We found some more evidence." Markham said

Dunn and another agent grabbed the bags, and walked away. Roman, Oliver, and Brian looked over at Verone who was getting his gunshot wound looked at.

"Don't drop the soap, big homey." Roman teased

The three laughed as Verone smirked.

"I hope you know that when he gets out, he's gonna kill your ass." Oliver said

Roman chuckled.

"He ain't getting out." Roman said

He continued to laugh as Verone was dragged past the three.

"I'll see you soon." Verone said

Roman's smile fell.

"You think he gonna get out?" Roman asked

"He'll be out." Oliver confirmed

He and Brian began to walk away.

"No, for real. You think he getting out though?" Roman asked, concerned

Monica and Bilkins walked up to the three.

"We took care of your decoys. They're free and clear. There's a sedan out on the road for you. Try to bring it back in one piece." Bilkins said

"Yeah." Oliver said, chuckling

"Thanks a lot, Bilkins. You're all right." Brian said

He and Bilkins shook hands.

"Thanks." Bilkins said

"Thanks for looking out, man." Brian said

"All right." Bilkins said

 "So you trust me now?" Monica asked Roman

"You a'ight." Roman said

Monica chuckled and shook Roman's broken arm. Roman groaned in pain.

"Oh, sorry." Monica apologized, sarcastically

She chuckled, and shook Brian and Oliver's hands.

"Nice working with you, O'Conners." Monica said

"Same here." Oliver said

Bilkins and Monica walked off.

"Mhm. Yeah. I'm-a have to stay out here in Miami, man. Keep you out of trouble, brah." Roman said

The three men chuckled.

"You know what I'm talking about." Roman said

The three began to walk towards the sedan they were left.

"So you gonna kick it in Miami, bro?" Brian asked

"Oh, man, I love Miami. Miami's off the hook." Roman said

"Open a garage together." Brian suggested

"A garage? How we gonna do that, brah?" Roman asked

He stopped walking, and so did Brian and Oliver. The blonde looked around to see the call coast was clear.

"Pockets ain't empty, cuz." Brian said

Roman smirked and laughed.

"And we ain't hungry no more either, brah." Roman said

He lifted his shirt to show stacks of cash between his belt. The three laughed before bumping fists.

"So what about you, Ollie? You gonna stay down here and work on your tan?" Roman teased

"Nah, man. I gotta get back to my girl." Oliver said

"How come I haven't heard about this girl?" Roman asked

"Maybe cause I didn't tell you." Oliver replied

He chuckled, Roman and Brian following suit.

🏎

A day later, Oliver was back in LA. He got out of the taxi as it pulled up to the Toretto house. He grabbed his bag from the back and walked up to the front door. He knocked twice before the door was opened, revealing Mia.

"Honey, I'm home." Oliver teased

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