It turned out that the rest of the family had already been thinking along the same lines as Dom. Mia wasn't too happy that she would have to give up becoming a nurse for now, at least until they'd found a new permanent home. But once she heard about the trouble Brian was in, she immediately agreed to do anything necessary. Once the plan was set and everyone knew what to do, they turned in for the night, preparing for a long day.

The next morning was quite chaotic. Everyone was busy loading the cars with all the stuff they wanted to take with them, while Brian made use of some old contacts to get Chestner's address. When he returned to the house in the early afternoon, Mia was standing on the front porch admonishing Vince for the inefficient loading of his car and making him take everything out and start over. It was a pretty amusing sight and Brian was sure that Mia was just about the only person who could boss Vince around – except for Dom, of course. He couldn't keep himself from saying that out loud to Vince, either, as he passed him on his way to the house. Vince, who already had that angry vein pulsing on his forehead that he always got when he was pissed, retaliated immediately by tackling Brian and rolling across the front lawn with him in a more or less friendly brawl. A few swear words and several bruises later, both Brian and Vince were back to their tasks at hand – mainly because Mia had threatened to exclude them from dinner if they didn't stop.

It was almost early in the evening when they got in their cars and took off, Mia staying behind to prepare dinner.

Brian was in the car with Dom and Letty. None of them said a thing on their way to Chestner's house, but the atmosphere was buzzing slightly with anticipation. They pulled up around the corner of the address Brian had obtained earlier. This way, their cars would be within easy reach but not close enough to be immediately associated with the incident that was about to happen.

Brian's contact had told him that Chestner lived alone, his wife having left him after she'd found out about his affair with a colleague. She'd taken their only child with her and broken off any contact. Since then, Chestner had not talked about any other woman in his life, so chances were high that he'd be home on his own.

The house was situated in a more upmarket part of the city, with a long driveway and big wooden double doors as a front door. With a last look around to make sure the street was empty and a slight nod to Dom, Letty broke away from the group and continued down the street until she reached the house. Meanwhile, the others approached from the side, sneaking up to the front door and pressing themselves to the wall beside it.

Letty walked slowly enough for them to get into position, then she went up and rang the bell twice.

A few moments later, Chestner opened the door. Instead of his usual suit, he was wearing shorts and a t-shirt.

He looked confused and even a bit annoyed, obviously he hadn't expected anyone. "Yeah?"

Letty put on her biggest smile and leant forward a bit, granting him a better look at the cleavage nicely accentuated by her tank top. "Excuse me for bothering you, sir, but my car broke down and I don't have my cell with me. I was wondering if maybe I could use your phone to quickly call the towing service?"

Leaning back, she put her hand on the doorframe and pushed out her hip a bit.

Chestner looked her up and down, his gaze resting on the skin visible at her hip where the top had ridden up for a split second. He licked his lips, hardly able to look up into her eyes again. "Of course, come on in…" He opened the door completely and stepped aside.

He was already closing it again when Dom stepped forward and pushed his way through, the others in his wake.

"What the hell…?!" Chestner managed to say, his voice full of surprise, before Dom's fist connected with his jaw and sent him flying backwards.

He smashed into the stairs that led to the first floor and cried out as they dug into his back. Brian was on him in an instant, grabbing his collar and driving his fist into his face over and over again. It was the first time in years that he completely let loose and used his full force, not holding back at all. It felt good and he could feel his pent-up anger and frustration recede.

When he stepped back, Chestner lightly put his hands on his bloody face, whimpering. He didn't even try to get up. He didn't have to, either, because Vince picked him up next and sent a few heavy punches into his stomach, before allowing him to sink to the floor once more. Chestner lay on his side, curling into himself with pitiful moans escaping him, his face screwed up in agony.

They waited a moment, just to let the pain engulf him completely. Then, Dom pulled him up as if he weighed next to nothing and shoved him further down the hall to the living room where he pushed him roughly into a chair. The others followed him, forming a menacing semi-circle.

"I think you know who I am," Dom started.

"Go to hell," Chestner hissed through gritted teeth, slightly rocking back and forth, his arms crossed over his stomach.

Dom lifted an eyebrow but there was no sign of the slight amusement in his eyes that usually accompanied the gesture. A second later, he punched Chestner in the nose and heard a satisfying crunch as the man was almost knocked over with the impact, his hands flying to his face once more.

Dom leaned in close, grabbing his collar. "Shut up and listen to me, asshole. I know you got that evidence against us and I know you've been using it against Brian. Now let me tell you one thing: Brian is not working for you anymore. And from now on, you'll stay out of street races. If you don't, I promise we'll pay you another visit and make it even more memorable." Dom paused a moment to let the message sink in. Then he snarled, "Understood?"

Chestner hesitated a moment before nodding slightly. The way he grimaced afterwards, Brian suspected the room was probably swaying before his eyes right now, possibly due to a concussion. Good.

"I've got one more question for you: where do you keep the evidence? And how many copies are there?" Dom's grip on the man's shirt had loosened slightly but he was still looming over him and that in itself was a pretty scary sight for most people.

Again, Chestner hesitated, his eyes darting over to the other people in the room. Brian could practically see the wheels turning in his head, calculating if it was worth the risk to try and lie to them. Judging by the barely noticeable slump in his shoulders and the look of defeat in his eyes a few seconds later, he'd come to the conclusion that it wasn't.

"There's one more folder in the drawer over there," Chestner tilted his chin to a corner of the room where a desk was located. Leon went over and searched it immediately, pulling out a folder identical to Brian's.

"Anywhere else?" Dom prompted, when Chestner didn't speak up again.

"There's a file on my computer at the office. It's right on the desktop. That's all."

Dom glanced at Brian who nodded slightly. He stepped outside for a moment to make a call. One of the tech guys working for the LAPD was still on good terms with him and when Brian had called him earlier in the day to ask him if he could be at the office in the afternoon, he'd agreed to be there. Now, Brian gave him another call and asked him to delete the file. He didn't have to ask his former colleague to make sure it was deleted permanently, as the guy worked with sensitive information all the time, so for him that was the default way of doing it.

When he got off the phone, Brian released a deep breath, a heavy weight leaving his shoulders. He briefly rubbed his hands over his face before turning to go back inside.

He stepped into the living room and nodded to Dom who then turned to Chestner once more. The man's nose was still bleeding – or rather, gushing – and he looked quite pathetic, his eyes swimming in tears from the pain.

"We're going to leave now, asshole. Do not even think about calling the cops on our asses or we will find a way to make you pay for it." Dom's low growling had Chestner instinctively duck his head, making himself smaller.

With a final blow to his temple, Dom rendered the man unconscious. It would buy them a few hours, in case Chestner forgot about their threats too quickly and decided to call for help after all.

They left the house and walked briskly to their cars, not too keen on being seen if it could be avoided. The engines roared to life and they headed straight home.

Dinner was more silent than usual. They were all lost in their own thoughts, feeling a bit nostalgic over leaving their home. At last, Brian cleared his throat to catch their attention.

"I'm not coming with you to Mexico," he said carefully, wary of their reaction.

While the others were quite surprised and immediately asked why, Dom merely sighed. "Where do you want to go then?"

"Florida," Brian answered determinedly and it was clear that this wasn't just a spur-of-the-moment thing. "There's someone I wanna pay a visit down there, some old friend of mine. Besides, the racing scene's supposed to be quite big in Miami. I think I'll dip into it and join you guys later on when things have calmed down a bit."

"Shame, I was just getting used to you," Vince said, smirking. His reaction lightened the mood and eased the tension over Brian's announcement. It made them chuckle.

An hour later, they were standing next to their cars somewhat awkwardly, not really knowing how to say goodbye.

This time, it was Leon who came up to Brian first. "Well, then it's goodbye for now, I guess. See you down there, man," Leon went over, they hugged each other and then Vince stepped forward.

One by one, they went up to Brian. He hugged them all before turning to Dom.

"Thanks for…you know, everything."

Dom pulled him into a hug. "That's what you do in a family. You're there for each other." He released him. "See you in Mexico, Buster."

Brian nodded and grinned. "Yeah, see you in Mexico."