Chapter 3

When Brian walked back to the garage, his stomach was clenching. Part of him wanted to go; he had found a family with Dom, and he wanted badly to go back to it. But how could he do it, knowing that he and Roman had built a life here as well? They had shop, a clientele, steady money coming in doing something they loved.

And what would Roman do? He'd left Barstow for Miami, a hot spot, because when they were younger they'd always talked about going to a city like that, where everything was a non-stop party. When they'd left and gone to Nevada, they set up near Vegas, and they'd only left because Carter Verone wasn't going to just let them go without at least trying to retaliate, and Miami wasn't safe.

Why should he leave Nevada? It was going to be a hard sale.

Or so he thought.

"Rome, can I talk to you for a minute?"

Rome dropped his wrench and followed him into the office.

"What's up?"

Brian decided to just get it over with, like pulling a band-aid.

"Dom wants me to come to Argentina with him."

There was a long pause. "Do you want to go?"

Brian sighed and ran a hand through his short blond hair.

"Yeah," he admitted quietly. "I told you about Dom, and…I want to go with him, see if maybe things can go back to the way they were."

Rome went to the fridge and pulled out Brian's lunch, ignoring his scowl and biting into his sandwich.

"You think they will be? I mean, really thing things'll be the same?" Rome asked seriously.

Brian sat for awhile, thinking deeply.

"I think so. I mean, Vince always hated me, there's nothing I can do to change that. Jesse's gone. Leon and me always got along okay, and with Letty gone, the only thing I need to worry about is Mia."

"She one of them crazy chickas, bra?" Rome asked. He had experience with slighted girls, and although he was highly attracted to fiery Latinas, he was also aware that they had bite to them.

"I don't think so. Mia's tough, but she's Dom's sister first, you know? She'll listen to him, 'cause he's the man of the house. She won't like me, but she won't say anything."

"Mm." Roman said, finishing off the sandwich. "So, you want to what? Close the business? Move permanently? We gotta get passports and things, bra."

"Nah, we won't have to. Dom can get us there without any trouble; how do you think he got here without being picked up?"

"It is a good way to disappear," Rome acknowledged. "I don't want no rich-ass white boys comin' back and telling me not to drop the soap."

Brian snickered. "He's gettin' out, you know."

It was a running joke to alleviate the stress of the knowledge that a very powerful man was out for their blood.

"Where are we going?" Rome asked.

"Buenos Aires for a while. Dom's thinking of moving, but he doesn't want to leave the racing scene."

He could see the wheels turning in Rome's head; he liked Latin girls, so it was entirely possible he would be led by his dick.

"We can always come back," Rome said eventually. "Or if we decide to stay, have Matt sell the shop."

"You're up for it?" Brian asked hopefully.

"Sure, bra." Rome smirked. "Besides, I gotta come with you, don't it? Keep your ass outta trouble."

Brian snorted and headed back out to find Dominic.