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Chapter Quote:
"We talkin' or we racin'?"
~Fast Five
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Chapter 11

Jace

With three days of non-stop driving, we finally arrived in Rio. Dom had changed the location once Ember had told him about the tracking system on the GPS. He had been absolutely furious. He wasn't the only one. Hobbs went on a tirade against his crew, trying to figure out who had put the tracking devices on the GPSs, but whoever it was left before he or she could be found out.

"Are you three okay? Did Jackson put a tracker on your car?" Dom asked the moment they stepped out of the Impala.

"We're fine. Jackson wouldn't have had a chance to put a tracker on the car," Ember said.

"How do you know?" Dom demanded.

"Because I was out with the car the whole time. He never would've had a chance and I would've seen anyone who tried to do anything to our car," Brandon explained.

"Good. The others should be here in two days. In the meantime, I'm going to go meet with Tego and Rico. You three get settled in here. If you leave, go together, and try to blend in as best you can."

"That'll be no problem for me and Jace here, but Ember's going to stick out like a sore thumb with that blonde hair of hers," Brandon remarked.

"That's what a baseball cap is for," she retorted. "I go where you do. Someone's going to have to keep you out of trouble."

"Um, might I remind you we're here because you couldn't stop racing."

"I wasn't talking about you Brandon. I was talking about Jace."

"Hey!" I protested.

Dom gave us a small smile. "Just watch out for each other. We all have a target on our backs and I don't want anyone dying on my watch. I'll see you three later."

Dom walked off. Ember announced she was going to go take a shower. After three days of nonstop driving, I didn't blame her. I let Brandon take one after her. Then I did. It felt good to be clean. When I walked out, Brandon and Ember were looking something up on the computer.

"What're you doing?" I asked, sitting next to Ember.

"Searching for a place to eat, preferably somewhere we can blend in," Ember said.

"Then we should probably go for a touristy area. It'll be harder to spot us. Besides, then Ember can blend in with the other blondes," I joked.

"Shut up. You're blonde too," she pointed out.

"Yeah but most of the men here are-"

"Not tall," Brandon interrupted. "The average height for a man in Brazil in urban areas five foot eight. You're six foot two."

"I have an idea. Let's go to the beach," Ember suggested.

"We're here as runaways, not for a vacation," Brandon replied. "

She sighed. "I know that, but it's a touristy place. It's the best area for us to blend in."

"She has a point," I remarked.

"Et tu, brute?" Brandon groaned.

"Awesome. We'll decide what to eat when we get there. If you'll excuse me, I need to go change." Ember got up from the couch, walking to her room.

"Change into what?" I asked.

Without turning around, she answered, "If we're going to the beach, we're going to need to blend in."
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I had no idea what Ember meant until she came out in a white bikini with only a thin dress as a cover up. With aviator sunglasses and her hair tucked under her sun hat, she was hardly recognizable.

"I know Brandon packed swim trunks for you Jace, but Brandon, did you bring any for yourself?" Ember questioned.

"Yeah."

"You two go change. We're trying to blend. Go blend." Ember made a shooing motion at us. We followed her instructions. She seemed to know what she was doing which was more than I could say for either me or Brandon. Once the two of us were changed, the three of us walked outside into the bright sunshine. Instantly I began sweating from the heat. And I thought LA had been bad...

The walk down to the beach took about twenty minutes. It would've been shorter had less people been in our way. Upon arriving, there was endless amounts of places to eat. We headed to the first air conditioned place we could find. It also happened to have a view of the entire beach so we would know if we'd been found out.

The waitress came and took our orders. We all got a margarita just to cool ourselves down. Plus we were on edge and decided the alcohol might take some of that away.

"So are any of us going to talk about how Jackson knows our motto?" Brandon asked, taking a sip of his drink.

"You think he's Jack," Ember stated simply.

"How did you-"

"I wasn't asleep when you started talking about it. And for the record, I don't believe Jackson is Jack. I can't get my hopes up like that. But you're right, it would make a lot more sense about why he's protecting us."

"I don't think there's any way we can ask without asking him outright and if he's not Jack, but thinks us thinking he is will help him with whatever he needs, we're screwed."

"I have no ideas," I admitted.

"Me neither," they said simultaneously.

Ember bit her lip. "About your other theory Brandon... about my dad maybe being alive, I've been wondering about that too. When Jace and I were talking to Jackson at the gas station, he said we weren't the only ones he was protecting. So either he's not my brother and he has a family of his own or there's some dear to him that he's protecting and if he really is Jack, then-"

"Then the person he's protecting might be your dad. They might be using your dad as a way to manipulate Jackson into doing what they want," Brandon finished.

"He seems to have Lynch pretty convinced that he's on their side," I said.

"Which is why I doubt the theory. Either he's a really good actor and is actually on our side, or he's luring us into a false sense of security. Both of which are worrisome."

"I think the main thing is he's helping us right now. If it wasn't for him, we'd either be dead or captive now. If he double crosses us, we'll kill him," Ember piped up. Brandon and I stared at her. She blinked at us. "What?"

"Could you kill him?" Brandon asked.

"I didn't say I would. But I know any one of my family members could and would if they thought he was double crossing us."

"What do you-" I was interrupted by my cellphone ringing. I picked it up.

"Dude, where are you?" Bucky demanded.

I cringed from the loudness of his voice. "Uh, why?"

"Because some of Lynch's crew just ransacked my house trying to find information about where you are!"

"Are you okay? Are Steve and Sam?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. They are too. We have a hell of a mess to clean up though. Now why is Lynch and crew looking for you?"

I rubbed my head. "He's kind of after someone I know."

"Who?"

"Who is it?" Ember whispered. I mouth back 'Bucky.'

"Look, I don't know how much I'm allowed to say. For all I know, my phone and yours is bugged."

"You're with that mystery racer aren't you?" Steve suddenly said. I figured I must've been on speaker.

"Yes?" I replied sheepishly.

"Well whatever trouble you're in, we'll do anything to help you get out of it," Sam assured.

"You can tell them who I am if you want. It's not like it's a secret anymore about who I am with Lynch on my ass," Ember mused.

"Did I just hear a girl?" Bucky asked suspiciously.

"That was Ember," I responded.

"Is she in trouble too?"

"She's actually the reason we had to run."

"I can't wait for Lynch to try and raid the Toretto's garage. He's going to kill them,'" Steve laughed.

"He's not going to know. He's in Rio with me, Ember, and Brandon."

"Why on earth did he go with you guys to Rio?"

"Ember is in trouble with Lynch and crew. The Toretto's take care of their family."

"Are you telling me Ember is a Toretto?" Bucky demanded.

"And an O'Connor. Can't forget that."

"Holy- she was the mystery driver wasn't she?" Steve prodded.

"Correct again."

"That explains a lot. Well you be careful and call us if you need anything," Bucky said.

"I will. Be careful." I hung with him. "Should we head back?"

"Yeah we've been out too long. Lynch knows we're in Rio. For all we know, he could be watching us right now."

Brandon, Ember and I left the cantina. When we arrived safe and sound at our hideout, Dom, and two guys who I assumed were Rico and Tego, were there too.

"What're you talking about?" Ember asked, walking up to her uncle.

"How we need cars. I know a place we can get cars for each of us if you're all willing to race," Dom said.

"I'm always game," Ember said.

"I've been itching to race," I admitted.

"Count me in," Brandon added.

"Good, the others are about an hour away. Tonight, we race."
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Later that night...

Ember followed Dom to a place that sort of resembled the racing scene back in LA, except there were more girls in skimpier clothing.

Have I said how much I love Rio?

"Dominic Toretto!" a guy shouted. The entire place went silent, impressive for how many people were there.

"Hey Diogo," Dom replied.

Diogo's eyes landed on Ember. She met his gaze unwaveringly. "You're the daughter of that O'Connor guy."

"His name was Brian O'Connor. He passed away four years ago," Ember said, her voice quivering slightly at the end,

"I'm sorry to hear that. He was a good racer."

"He was a great racer," she corrected.

"He pass it down to you?"

"Why don't we race and find out?"

He laughed. "Hope you're not attached to your car little lady. We race for pink slips here."

"I know. I'll race you for that Lamborghini of yours." Ember eyed the white Gallardo sitting idle.

"All right." Diogo agreed.

Dom turned to Ember and whispered, "Kick his ass."

The corner of Ember's mouth lifted in a cocky smirk. "I plan on it."
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