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"Shit!" I muttered while looking at both of the cases that had fresh 100 dollar bills in stacks wrapped in plastic wrap, while Letty had one of the packs torn open and was putting the bills through a money counter while looking to see if the bills were sequential or not.

"That…should be about 2.4 mil per briefcase." I told Letty while running my hands through my hair.

"You don't seem too happy about that." Dom pointed out while Mia grabbed my arm and looked at me in concern.

"The guns and shit were one thing…but we just stole nearly ten million dollars from somebody, that's going to paint a massive target on our backs…and now we have the loose end of Tran, from off loading the tech." I replied to Dom while wrapping my arm around Mia's waist, as Mia tried to hug me around my middle.

'Shit, the only way I see this working out is if we kill Tran and wipe out anyone that knows or suspects Dom and his…our crew, before we're dealing with a cartel…and their death squads.' I thought to myself as I tilted my head and kissed Mia on the cheek.

"Tran, won't talk…we could just as easily point our finger in his direction, plus we have Familia in Cuba and Mexico…we won't face backlash from down south." Dom replied to me cockily and I felt like rolling my eyes and decking him.

'Then again Toretto plot armor…maybe we really will get through this heist free and clear.' I thought to myself as I gripped Mia a little tighter.

"Yeah come on man, be happy we just made a fortune because of your instincts." Letty chimed in while turning on the stool she was sitting on to shoot me a smile.

Looking around the "Safe House" I saw that it was a car and car parts warehouse/living area rolled into one.

"Is this the location you originally wanted to bring the big rig?" I asked Dom who shook his head no.

"No this is where all our legal stuff is kept, it's under our obolita's name and she's a dual citizen between the US and Colombia." Dom informed me, making me nod as I looked around, seeing Dom RX-7 amongst the cars.

"I have a 150k deposit from the club for the guns." I told Dom while pointing my thumb to my truck noticing Jessie going nuts while looking between me and the engine.

"Bro, how did you get this thing?" Jessie asked me excitedly as he ran over to talk to me.

"I got it from a friend as a welcome home present…all I know is it's got a coyote engine, a completely custom built chassis, off-road racing coilovers adjusted for street racing." I replied to Jessie with a shrug as Jessie continued to vibrate in front of me.

"Man, we need to put a turbo on it, map a custom tune, add some nos by the time we're done you'll be pulling 60 in four seconds." Jessie said out of nowhere before running off to get a laptop and ran back to the truck.

"Should I be worried?" I asked both Mia and Dom which made both giggle, yes Dom giggled.

"Jessie is a mad genius, he'll milk every last bit of horsepower out of that engine that he can, without ruining reliability." Dom said to me to reassure me.

"The 150, is yours...call it a finder's fee, for finding a buyer for the guns." Dom said to me after a few seconds while crossing his arms over his chest.

"Thanks Dom, I appreciate it." I replied to Dom calmly and honestly.

"No problem brother." Dom replied to me as a smile split across his face.

Walking over to the couch I saw in an arena with a large TV and entertainment system, just as I was about to sit down and pull Mia with me she sat down and patted the couch in front of her while sitting on the back of the couch.

"Don't worry so much everything will work out, I know it." Mia said to me as she made me sit in front of her on the couch as she started massaging my shoulders.

"Haa, I wish I had your faith and optimism…Mia." I replied softly as I felt myself lean back against Mia enjoying her skilled hands that seemed to hit all the right spots.

"It's not optimism…I know you'll make it so." Mia whispered softly as I felt my eyes grow heavy while leaning against her.

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Walking up to someone hitting my leg while feeling Mia snuggling against me and mumbling go away sleepily.

"Come on you two, wake up already!" I heard Letty say as she hit me a bit harder.

"Fine, I'm awake." I replied with a complaint clear in my voice.

"So what's the final count?" I asked Letty who smirked at Mia snuggling further into the little nook formed by my arm and body while her head rested against my shoulder.

'Thank you…healing factor, for making sure I don't wake up with a numb arm.' I thought to myself jokingly as I brought my free hand up to brush some hair out of her face, which made her smile softly and try to snuggle in even more.

"Ten Million, on the dot all non sequential bills as well." Dom chimed in as he walked over and smirked a little at seeing Mia cuddling me like a kitten.

"So…that's around 1.4 mil for each of us?" I asked Dom curiously who took a second to reply.

"More like a Mil by the time we clean it." Dom replied to me and I nodded understandingly but also felt pleased that even though Dom has shown some of his greediness he kept…things between his crew, his family evened up and fair.

"Sounds good to me and like it's time to retire from the truck jacking buis and expand our horizons." I replied to Dom which made his eyes widen slightly while Letty shot a smirk in between Dom and I before prancing away, putting a lot of emphasis in the way she swayed her hips.

'Damm, I wouldn't mind taking that ass for a spin once or twice.' I thought to myself before mentally chastising myself.

'Bad! No horny, bonkai.' I thought to myself while picturing the little dog thing wielding Ichigo's zanpakuto.

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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY TRUCK WAS JACKED? DO YOU KNOW WHOSE MONEY WAS ON THAT TRUCK? THAT WOMAN WILL BURN US TO THE GROUND ! ! !" A Hispanic or Latino man shouted in Spanish as he rearranged his office by throwing his arms around.

"Sir, we have nothing to go on…the driver died from injuries sustained from being thrown from the truck. And the tracking devices were disabled and destroyed on the approved route here…I fear this was an inside job." An American military man said as her held his M4 rifle close to his chest using a shoulder sling.

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