As a first thing I would like to say is a little warning – warning that I share at the start of each story I publish – English is not my mother tongue. I might be alright, able to put the below together but I will not lie to myself. I bet there are a few mistakes that I missed. For that, I do apologize.

I am open to any criticism. I hope you will enjoy my story… it was meant to be a one-shot, but I've decided against that :)

The night was warm but the air flowing into the car through the open window stung her cheeks with ice-cold needles. It was early, around three in the morning but the town was still alive, the clubs full of drunken people or high on drugs. Her car moved at high speed, however, the young woman was barely able to see the road in front of her.

Her grip on the steering wheel was strong, making her knuckles turn white and contrast with the red blood marks on her hands. The tears were spilling out from her eyes and down her cheeks, creating a vision of a blurred mess of lamps on the sidewalk and headlights of cars going in the opposite direction. Amie was unable to control her sobs; she tried to bite them down but it only caused her bottom lip to bleed more.

The drive was reckless and without a set goal. Of course, she wanted to get back home, to the safety of her older siblings but at the same time, she was petrified. Amie wasn't sure how she will be able to stand in front of her brother, the head of their clan, and look him straight in the eye.

She was supposed to be able to take care of herself. She grew up in a harsh environment, pushed to her limits, and learned how to survive. Yet here she was, sobbing and shaking like a little girl who never had a fistfight.

Amie released a long shaky breath, quickly wiping the tears from her cheeks. She looked around, trying to make out from her surroundings where she was. Slowing down a little bit Amie looked at the signs, slowly realizing what part of the town she was at.

But then it was too late.

Her car was spotted by a motorbike group. Amie briefly closed her eyes, a few tears slipping down her cheeks again. When she thought the night could not get worse, well… here was her brother's rival.

The man on the bike, closest to her, pointed at her to follow them.

For a brief second Amie thought about speeding up and trying to escape. She wasn't the best of drivers; she was probably the worst in Toretto's big family and she's never done racing, but that didn't mean Amie couldn't drive.

Those thoughts quickly disappeared – it took one look, one brief moment when Amie saw a gun, right there on the man's hip. There was no point to try and escape.

The group of bikers led Amie down the road until they have found one vacant car park next to an old shopping mall that was meant to be destroyed soon. She knew they were on the side of the city, far from help. Her breathing turned frantic as they came to stop. She hasn't had a chance to say nitro and her car was surrounded by a man in leather jackets, with guns in their hands.

Of course, they knew this car belonged to Toretto's clan. Stupidly, she entered their territory, which was completely out of options for her family and friends.

Knowing that any attempt to escape was fruitless if not quite dangerous, she switched the engine off and waited. She had no doubts that they would shoot as soon as she would try to speed away. And she wasn't fancying early dead; if not straight hitting with a bulled, she had way too much gas in her car that would blow it up to the sky.

Her eyes landed on a tall man with ice expression on his face. Amie has seen Johnny Tran only a couple of times and, thankfully, from a distance. As the youngest of the Toretto's family, she was usually kept away from all of the gang business that was happening between Tran and Dominic. Just like Mia, their brother put all of his hopes in them and pushing them hard in studying so they wouldn't have to work in a dirty business like him.

Once upon a time, those two worked together, but because her oldest sibling could not keep away from girls… Amie always had to roll her eyes when she remembered what a fiasco it was once Johnny found out Dominic slept with his sister.

Johnny slowly walked to her car, gently following the white flames painted on the hood with a tip of his finger. His wide shoulders were hidden under a leather jacket but she still could make out the outlines of his slim waist. He almost seemed calm and patience, until his eyes flashed up and locked with Amie's. Then she knew she played with fire. "What a pleasant surprise to see one of the Toretto's cars in my part of the town," he smiled, but it didn't touch his eyes. "Would you like to explain?"

"I took the wrong turn," Amie said, trying to sound strong but her voice faltered a little at the end. How pathetic…

A few people laughed, Lance one of them. She never liked him; not that there was somebody from Tran's gang she would be on good terms with.

"One of Toretto's can't drive and orientate," Johnny said mockingly. "Like I will believe it."

Amie took a few shaky breaths in and out, her hands never leaving the steering wheel. She was scared, but she didn't want them to see the state of her. Toretto's shouldn't show the weakness, yet the pain was too much for her.

"Get out," Johny said quietly.

Suddenly the door opened, Lance standing next to her with an evil spark in his eyes. The end of the gun pointed at her face. Everything around froze, the world stopped spinning aside from the barrel that slowly moved to the side in an impatient movement.

She had no other choice.

Slowly letting go of the steering wheel she took a grip on the roof of her car with the left arm, pulling herself up. She couldn't help it, but to moan in pain when her ribs disagreed. The movement seemed harder than she expected and she barely made it out, her legs shaking just like the rest of the body from the shock and exhaustion. Although the made her stomach drop in fear, Amie was too scared to look up and meet with their eyes. She should have known better; avoid the part of the city she didn't belong to. God knew what will happen now.

With a painful sign, Amie put a hand on her left side where the sharps stab of pain came in a steady pattern. The world was way too heavy and she had no other choice than to lean on the car behind her.

"What happened to you?"

Amie sharply looked up, meeting with the dark eyes of Johnny Tran. She didn't hear him approach her, frightening her a little. The man had a perfectly guarded mask which would not betray a single emotion, Amie couldn't figure out his mood or the reason why he's asked.

"Answer him, girl," said Lance behind his cousin.

Johnny ignored the man, reaching up to touch Amie's swollen cheek but she quickly flinched away, choking down the tearful sob that was trying to escape her throat. Her deep blue eyes were wide with fear.

He turned around to his cousin, speaking quickly in a language she didn't understand. The expression on Johnny's face was causing the fear to get a strong grab on her insides and twist.

What will happen now?

The youngest of Toretto family wasn't involved in the gang's business and although she was not supposed to cross the border, maybe they will be lenient and just let her go. At the same time, Amie, as Dominic's sister, was a very good target for vengeance.

The people around suddenly turned their bikes back to life, the engines softly purring.

"Get in the car."

His voice left no room for debate. The young woman wasn't even trying to argue; she was in his hands, depending on his mercy and mood. Looking at the people, who had their eyes glued to her petite and damaged form, she slowly made a move to get back in the car on the driver's side.

"No," Johnny said, voice clear of any emotions. "I'm driving."

Amie looked at him, having to tilt her head back a little bit since he towered above her. Before she could answer, he gently took a hold of her forearm and guided her to the door on the opposite side. Swallowing but her throat was dry from crying, she accepted Johnny's help to sit down, shocked how tender he was.

But it was all only a farce. Amie wasn't sure how, but she will get punished for crossing the border. All the youngest Toretto wanted to do, was quickly jump into the driver seat and drive away, but the girl was barely able to move.

When the leader closed the doors and readjusted the seat, he turned the engine on, her beloved Toyota came to life and nodded at his cousin. They all took off, leaving the car park behind them.

Amie was shaking with fear, one tear slipping down her cheek. She tried to mask it, lowering her head down and allowing the long hair to cover up her face, but it was a vain attempt. Johnny, without a second thought, moved the dark curls to the side so he could take in the damage and tears on the young woman.

"What happened?" Johnny asked suddenly, his voice barely above the whisper.

The girl shook her head.

"What. Happened!"

"I am sorry for cross passing," Amie said quickly, flinching away from his sudden anger explosion. "I didn't realize. I mean no trouble. All I want to do is go home."

"Doubt that," the young man growled out, causing Amie to look at him. "The only place you are going right now is a hospital."

"What?"

"We are taking you to the hospital," repeated Johnny, looking at her with a frown. "You look quite fucked up."

"I can sort it out... I just need to get home," Amie said quietly, their eyes meeting for a second before he glanced back at the road. "I didn't mean to cause any trouble, just let me go home."

"Not until you tell me what happened."

"Nothing." The car stopped at the lights.

The tension caused Amie to shatter and tried to disappear in the seat. There were a few glances towards the car, making her nervous. Is he truly trying to get her to the hospital? Were his men checking if he is alright – like if she was in any state of mind or strength to hurt him?

"I don't believe it for a single moment," he snarled, gripping the steering wheel with so much force Amie was worried he will break it. "I do not like liars, so you better start talking."

Amie swallowed hard, her eyes quickly flashing around, almost in blind hope to find a way out. She realized it would be nearly impossible to confess the truth to her brother, let alone a complete stranger.

"I am still waiting."

He was so angry and impatient, which was nothing new; everyone knew about Johnny's short temper and tendency to punish people. But Amie could feel it in the tension and the way her car was speeding up since his foot became heavier on the gas pedal.

"I got myself into trouble."

Johnny snickered. "Everyone could see that."

The dark-haired girl took a deep inhale. "We went out with girls," she said quietly, looking down at her hands, but mostly at the knuckles covered in blood. "Since I don't drink much, I was driving. And it was around the corner from home anyway."

"Your car doesn't look like you had an accident," he noted with raised eyebrows, pushing her to say more.

"No…" Amie bit her lip painfully. "I…"

He waited for a little while, looking her up and down. Then, suddenly, in the middle of the road, Johnny stamped on the break and the car came to an instant stop. The bikers missed the back of the car out of pure luck and their attention moved to the two people in the car. Amie knew they were ready to jump in and kill her in case she would try anything funny which would put Johnny in danger.

"Somebody put hands on you?"

She avoided Tran's eyes, unable to deal with the expression on his face.

"Answer me."

When he touched her arm, she screamed and slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me!" she choked out through the tears while pushing herself up against the door. "Don't."

"Alright," Johnny calmly raised his hands. "I will not touch you anymore. But you need to answer me."

"I don't need to do anything like that," she snapped back at him, with so much fire they both were surprised.

"I am afraid you are in my part of the city," he growled out. "And you need to answer."

Amie turned away from him, glaring at the bikers who were closely watching them. The tension was becoming unbearable. It didn't take a long time before the car started moving again.

"Where was your brother?"

"Excuse me?"

Johnny frowned. "Why you haven't rung him straight away? Or does he not give a damn about his youngest sister?"

Amie shook her head, scared. At least this was clear; Johnny was well aware of who she was. It could be good but it could be really bad for her. "I didn't want to call him."

"Well seeing you in the middle of your brother's enemy gang, doubt it was a clever idea."

"I didn't want to cross the borders," she said with tears, looking up at Johnny, trying to hold his gaze for a long enough to make him understand. "I just got into the car and drove away. I was only escaping, trying to… hoping… I wasn't trying any funny business in your block."

Johnny only nodded but gave her no answer. When the car came to stop, Amie looked up and was scared of what she will see – the hospital was none of the things she expected. "I am many things, but not a liar," the young man next to her said in a quiet voice.

Before Amie could find her voice and answer him, Tran left the car and quickly walked to the passenger side. Again, it was Dominic's enemy, who gently helped her out from the seat and after a few steps of struggle to move one foot after another, Johnny picked her up and carried her inside of the hospital.

Correction done 19/06/2020