Chapter 13: Brian’s Investigation Report, Blown Up Car, And New 10 second car. (Long Chapter)

Back at the shop, they spread out their snacks on the workbench, and Jesse booted up the console, handing Guldrin a controller. "Alright, buddy. Show me what you got!"

Guldrin's eyes gleamed with determination. "Prepare to lose, Jesse! I'm gonna drift around every corner!"

"Oh, I like the confidence!" Jesse laughed, and soon they were both lost in the game, the sounds of screeching tires and engines revving filling the shop. They played race after race, and each time Guldrin's skill and excitement grew.

Between rounds, Guldrin took huge bites of pizza rolls and washed them down with his oversized soda, chatting away about the various cars and races he'd seen Dom and the others talk about. Jesse found himself enjoying the kid's company more than he'd expected, and it felt good to see Guldrin so relaxed and carefree.

"Well, looks like you've got the making of a racer, kid," Jesse admitted after another intense round that Guldrin nearly won.

Guldrin grinned, eyes twinkling. "Think I'll be as good as Dom one day?"

"Better if you keep practicing like this," Jesse replied, ruffling his hair. He knew the world they lived in was risky, and he hoped Guldrin would stay out of its darker side, but tonight, at least, he could give the kid a chance to just be a kid.

As the night wore on, Guldrin's energy began to wane, his eyes growing heavy. Jesse looked over and noticed the kid fighting to keep his eyes open. He chuckled softly. "Looks like all that food's finally catching up with you."

Guldrin yawned, rubbing his eyes. "No way… I'm… I'm still… awake…"

But before he could finish, he was fast asleep, curled up in the old leather chair by the workbench, his hand still loosely clutching the controller.

Jesse grabbed a blanket and gently draped it over him, smiling at the peaceful look on Guldrin's face. "Sleep tight, kid. Tomorrow's another day."

Just as he was settling in to make sure Guldrin stayed safe through the night, Jesse's phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, it was Dom, checking in to see that they'd made it back safely. Jesse quickly typed out a response, letting Dom know that Guldrin was sound asleep and all was well.

He leaned back, the shop quiet except for the hum of the lights. Tonight, they'd all gotten a taste of normalcy, a rare break from the dangers that lurked outside. And as Jesse sat there, keeping watch over the sleeping kid, he hoped they could hang on to that peace for just a little bit longer.

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Early the next morning, Brian glanced at his watch, noting the time he'd arranged to meet with his FBI and LAPD contacts. After the night with Dom's crew, he needed to gather all his intel and give an update on the operation.

He pulled up to the agreed spot, a vacant parking lot tucked between the high-rises in downtown LA, usually deserted at this hour. Parked on the far end was a black, unmarked SUV. The tinted windows gleamed in the morning light, the presence of the vehicle stark against the otherwise empty space.

Brian took a breath, mentally preparing himself, then got out and approached the SUV. He gave a slight nod as Agent Bilkins stepped out, looking every bit the no-nonsense, seasoned FBI agent he was. Flanking him were Detective Tanner and another officer in plain clothes. Tanner, the LAPD detective overseeing the operation on the local level, greeted Brian with a serious expression.

"Morning, O'Conner," Blinkins said, disregarding Brian's undercover alias.

"Morning," Brian replied, crossing his arms. "Thought it'd be just you, Sergeant Tanner. Didn't think I would see Agent Blinkins," he added, giving the agent a nod.

"We're keeping this as quiet as possible, but we needed Tanner for his knowledge on Toretto's background. Plus, the trackers are getting antsy, it won't be long before they start taking their matters into their own hands." Bilkins said. "Give us your update. How's it going on the inside?"

Brian took a breath, then dove into the details. "Last night, Dom's crew hit a garage late at night, I heard Mia complaining on the phone when talking to Dom. Jesse picked up some parts, nothing big, but they're definitely tuning up for something. I haven't been able to pin down any concrete talk about the truck heists, but they're amping up their street race activity. I lost my car in slips, saved him from being arrested, and got the car blown up by Tran for entering his turf," He paused. "And Dom's getting more comfortable with me in the group. He even invited me to his house."

Tanner narrowed his eyes. "So you're in?"

"Damn well better be in, that car he lost was 90 thousand dollars… Officer." Blinkins barked,

"Getting there," Brian replied. "They're still cautious, especially Vince. But Dom's giving me a shot. They're not openly talking about the heists yet, though. Dom's careful."

"Sounds like it," Tanner chimed in, arms crossed as he leaned against the SUV. "We've been looking at surveillance footage from around the city. Dom's crew has been doing this for a while. They know how to stay under the radar."

"Anything else of note?" Bilkins pressed, glancing at his watch. He always operated on a tight schedule.

Brian nodded. "Jesse's a bit of an outlier. He's a genius with cars, but he's also unpredictable. He's starting to trust me, though, and if I can get closer to him, he might slip up and mention something useful."

"Good," Tanner said. "Keep close to Jesse. Dom's the brains of the operation, but Jesse's an easy mark."

Brian's jaw tightened slightly. He'd gotten a sense of how vulnerable Jesse was, and exploiting that didn't sit well with him. But he couldn't let personal feelings interfere when he is so close, not now. He pushed those thoughts away.

"There's another issue," Brian continued, hesitating for a split second. "There's a kid, Guldrin, who Dom's kind of taken in, can't be more than 10 years old. He's not directly involved, but he's around the garage and helping out in the Café. Could be a complication if things get messy."

Tanner shook his head. "Dom's always had a way of pulling in strays. But a kid in the mix could be leveraged if it comes down to it. Just keep an eye on him. The last thing we need is an innocent bystander getting caught in the crossfire."

Bilkins sighed. "Focus on the primary target, Brian. The LAPD and feds aren't interested in side stories. We need hard evidence on the truck heists, proof we can use in court to put Toretto away. Get closer to Dom, get access to his shop, and find out when and where the next heist is happening. If it is Dom and his crew, find out, if not, learn who it is."

Brian nodded, looking away for a moment, conflicted. His bond with Dom's crew was growing, and while he knew his duty, he also felt the lines blurring. But he couldn't let his cover slip.

"I'll get the intel," Brian said firmly. "Give me a few more days. They're getting ready for something, but I'll need to get closer to find out exactly when it'll go down."

"Clock's ticking, O'Conner," Bilkins replied, his tone clipped. "We need a break in this case, or it's going to blow up in all our faces. No slip-ups."

Brian nodded, knowing full well the weight of those words. He'd spent years building his career, and the pressure to keep his cover intact was mounting by the day. "I am going to need a new car, something to fulfill my agreement with Dom for a 10-second car, and… A project for the kid he took in, something to get on his good side, and in turn Dom and the others."

"Done, go to the impound lot and find what you need. Get me results." Blinkins said, even though it was Tanner's place to agree to that. Done with his plans, Brian loaded up into his truck, intent on arranging the 10-second car.

As Brian thought about his meeting with Bilkins and Tanner, a sense of urgency weighed heavily on him. He'd gotten a foot in Dom's world, but the window for gathering intel was quickly closing. He couldn't afford distractions or doubts, not if he wanted to uncover the truth about the heists. Yet, there was something else nagging him, too: the Toretto family's loyalty and the unspoken trust they shared, especially with the young kid Guldrin, who seemed wary of him, despite barely knowing him.

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Back at Dom's house later that evening, the familiar sounds of laughter and the low hum of conversation filled the air. The crew gathered in the backyard, beers in hand, teasing and bantering after a long day. Guldrin sat quietly beside Letty, who was handing him pieces of freshly grilled chicken, as he eyed Brian across the yard with a wary look.

"Hey, you alright, Kid?" Letty asked softly, nudging him with a warm smile.

"Yeah, just…watching," Guldrin said, his gaze following Brian's every move. He couldn't shake the strange feeling that something was off about Dom's new recruit. Everyone else in the crew had come into his life naturally, but Brian's presence felt like it wasn't fully real, like he was wearing a mask he couldn't see past.

Letty picked up on his unease and tilted her head, glancing at Brian before turning her attention back to Guldrin. "I get it, new faces take time. But if Dom's got him around, there's gotta be some good in him, right?" she reassured him. Her words calmed him a bit, though not entirely.

As the night wore on, the crew was settling into conversation, but something pulled Dom's attention to the kid. He noticed Guldrin eyeing Brian with a guarded look, and sensed something beyond the typical new-person jitters. Gently nudging Letty, Dom gave her a soft nod.

"Hey, little man," Dom called out, gesturing for Guldrin to come over to him. Dom crouched down to his level, a firm hand on the boy's shoulder. "Everything alright?"

Guldrin hesitated, his gaze dropping. "I don't know. Just feels…strange," he mumbled, almost afraid to say it out loud. "I don't trust him."

Dom studied Guldrin, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Sometimes, you just gotta trust your gut, little man. But sometimes…you gotta give people a chance to show who they really are. If something's off, you'll know."

Guldrin nodded, still conflicted but taking Dom's words to heart. It was a relief to hear Dom take his feelings seriously, not brushing it off as childish or unfounded.

Dom stood up and ruffled Guldrin's hair. "Alright, how about you help me with the toolbox? Jesse and I gotta check on the Charger, and I could use my best helper." Dom gave him a wink, and with a small grin, Guldrin followed him eagerly into the garage. Dom was glad to be able to redirect Guldrin's attention away from Mia's new boyfriend. Yes, while Guldrin was eating, Brian had offered to take Mia to the Latino restaurant that Vince had been trying to take her to. It was an emotional slap in the face, and Vince took his anger out on everyone else before leaving in a huff.

Inside, as Dom and Jesse tinkered with the car, Dom snuck a few glances at Guldrin, who was happily handing him tools with a piece of food in his other hand, now completely in his element. He'd given Brian the benefit of the doubt, but he wasn't about to let his guard down completely either, not when it came to his family. Shaking his head, Dom focused on Guldrin, he might have a warped understanding of the reason he wants to work on these cars, but he believes through the years to come, Guldrin will understand his love for cars and not that it is a byproduct for getting food.

The night wore on, filled with the clinking of tools, soft conversation, and the comforting hum of the garage lights. For now, in Dom's world, Guldrin felt safe, part of something bigger, stronger, and warmer than anything he'd ever known. He had things to learn, food, and what he is coming to understand is his new family.

As the night deepened, the Toretto garage became a world of its own, isolated from the dangers that lurked outside. The hum of machinery and clinking of tools felt like a heartbeat to the old space, each sound echoing the rhythm of the family that gathered within its walls.

Dom was under the hood of the Charger, Jesse beside him, while Guldrin handed them tools, eyes gleaming with the fascination he had for every detail. To him, this was more than just work, it was as fascinating as unraveling the magic and power that made the Toretto family the legends they were in the racing world. 'Magic? Why did I think of that? What is magic… Oh, chicken' With that his mind was latched onto the chicken leg in his hand, and those thoughts were long gone. He was learning not only about cars, but about the intricate relationships and unspoken trust that held the family together.

Dom looked up, watching Guldrin pass a wrench to Jesse, the kid's small hands dwarfed by the tool, but his face filled with concentration and pride. A part of him ached, realizing just how quickly Guldrin was growing up within this world. But remembering his own childhood, he thought it was normal, Guldrin didn't even attend school, and he wasn't sure if he ever would. Every so often, Dom's mind circled back to that look Guldrin had given Brian, and he felt a knot tighten in his chest. He valued loyalty more than anything, and he knew Guldrin's gut feelings weren't to be ignored, if it were just Vince then he could chalk it up to jealousy, but Guldrin, he is an innocent kid, he can't just write that off.

Taking a moment, Dom pulled himself out from under the hood, wiped his hands on an old rag, and looked at the kid with a rare, warm smile. "You know, Guldrin, this garage used to be just my dad, me and my br-." Dom stopped and didn't continue what he was saying and moved on, "I was younger than you the first time he put a wrench in my hand." He held up the same wrench, still showing the wear and tear from years of use.

"Really?" Guldrin's eyes widened, a hint of awe glinting in them as he carefully examined the tool. "I guess…this place is kinda like your…home, huh?"

"More than that, kid," Dom replied. He leaned back, looking around the garage. "This place is like my heart. Everything I've learned, all the memories I've got…they're here. And now you're a part of that, too. As my dad did for me, I will teach you as much as you wish to learn."

The words hit Guldrin hard, and he grinned, feeling the gravity of the moment sink in. But before he could respond, Letty walked into the garage, leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips.

"So, you boys gonna play with tools all night, or is someone actually gonna make me a cup of coffee?" she teased, raising an eyebrow at Dom, but with a soft look that melted into her gaze when she caught sight of Guldrin.

The kid lit up, bouncing up and down. "I'll do it! I'll make it for you, Mom!" The word slipped out so naturally that it took him a second to realize what he'd said. His eyes widened, and he froze, glancing at Letty, though she didn't find it strange, it was already a done deal and accepted by her. He'd called her that before, but even if she gave him permission, he never thought he'd be bold enough to do it so casually.

Letty's smirk softened as her eyes met Guldrin's. She knelt down, placing her hands on his shoulders and meeting his gaze with a warmth she reserved for her closest family. "You know what, kid? I think I'd like that."

Guldrin's face broke into a huge grin, relief flooding through him as Letty gave him a quick squeeze. He turned to run to the kitchen, too energized to stay still, but not before Dom caught his arm gently.

Dom crouched down, putting a hand on Guldrin's shoulder, his voice soft. "You don't have to be afraid to call us that, you know." He paused, searching the kid's face. "Family Isn't just blood, little man… Son. It's who's got your back, no matter what."

Guldrin's face lit up, and he nodded, suddenly feeling an overwhelming sense of belonging he'd never known before. He wrapped his arms around Dom's neck, hugging him tightly. "Thanks, Dad." This action caught Dom off guard, and he stiffened, which Jesse and Letty thought was funny but, no one had the guts to laugh.

The word echoed in the garage, solidifying something unspoken between them. Dom held him close for a moment before pulling back, ruffling his hair.

"All right, coffee for your mom, huh?" Dom chuckled, giving him a playful nudge.

As Guldrin raced out of the garage to fulfill his mission, Letty and Dom exchanged a quiet look. Letty's eyes held a glimmer of emotion, and Dom's expression softened as he reached out, pulling her close.

"You know, I never thought we'd be here," Letty murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "This family we built… Guldrin feels like he's been part of us forever."

Dom nodded, his hand resting on her back. "I know. It's strange how life works. He's more than just a kid who wandered into our lives…he's ours… Even if it would have happened eventually, he chose us, we were the ones adopted by him." They both laughed and Jesse kept working on the charger.

In the kitchen, Guldrin found a makeshift step stool, clambering up to reach the coffee pot as he carefully measured out scoops of grounds. He wanted it to be perfect for Letty. This was his way of giving back to them, of showing them just how much they meant to him, even if it is just a simple coffee. As he waited for the coffee to brew, he let himself smile, basking in the warmth of this newfound family.

Meanwhile, back in the garage, Dom and Jesse continued to work on the Charger, their movements practiced, almost instinctual. Dom couldn't help but think about what Brian had said earlier about Guldrin. Sure, Dom had taken in strays before, but this was different. With Guldrin, there was a bond, a promise he hadn't even realized he was making, to protect and guide the kid… He was their son, a legacy to their ever-growing family.

"Hey, Jesse," Dom said, keeping his voice low. "You ever thought about what we're building here?"

Jesse looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "You mean…besides this car?"

Dom chuckled, shaking his head. "I'm talking about Guldrin, about the family we got. It's not just racing and cars anymore. It's bigger than that. I used to think about having a kid one day, but never did I think it would happen like this."

Jesse nodded slowly, understanding. "Yeah, I get that. The kid looks up to you, Dom. He looks up to all of us, and that's…something. Makes me wanna be better, you know? It doesn't hurt that he takes my lessons to heart and absorbs them like a sponge. Plus, he listens to my rambling and doesn't look bored or lost… It is a new change in pace."

Dom clapped Jesse on the shoulder, appreciating the sentiment. They were a team, and their responsibility extended beyond just winning races or pulling off jobs, it was about taking care of each other, about building a legacy that went beyond the street.

After a while, Guldrin returned, proudly holding a cup of coffee for Letty. "Here you go, Mom!" he announced, beaming up at her as he presented the cup with both hands, slight burns could be felt, but that meant nothing to him if he could make his new mother happy.

Letty's eyes softened, and she accepted the coffee with a smile, taking a sip. "Perfect, just the way I like it." She leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead. "Thanks, kiddo."

Jesse grinned, watching the interaction, and gave Guldrin a thumbs-up. "Nice work, little man! You might have a future as a barista if this racing thing doesn't work out."

Guldrin laughed, feeling his cheeks heat up with pride. He glanced around at the people surrounding him, his family. A part of him still felt the pang of distrust toward Brian, but in this moment, that worry melted away. In here, he felt safe, surrounded by the people who accepted him unconditionally.

Dom's voice broke through his thoughts. "Hey, let's close up shop for the night. Tomorrow, we'll take the Charger out for a spin and see what she's got."

"Yeah!" Guldrin's eyes sparkled with excitement. The chance to see Dom's prized Charger in action was a rare treat, and he couldn't wait to be a part of it.

As they locked up the garage and headed back toward the car to go back to the shop, Guldrin found himself walking hand-in-hand between Dom and Letty, a quiet feeling of peace washing over him. He was exactly where he was meant to be, and for the first time in his life, he felt completely at home.

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The sun had barely crested the horizon when the sounds of crunching gravel and a loud engine rumbling outside stirred the quiet peace of the Toretto Market & Café. Dom and Letty were up early, sharing a beer in the garage when they noticed the truck pulling up. Dom narrowed his eyes, recognizing the figure behind the wheel was Brian.

"What's Spilner doing here this early?" Dom muttered, setting down his beer. He exchanged a look with Letty, who shrugged, just as curious.

The truck pulled to a halt in front of the garage, and Brian hopped out with a grin, waving a quick greeting before nodding to the back. "Got a little surprise for you guys," he called.

Dom raised an eyebrow but followed him, intrigued, as Brian pulled back the tarp covering the bed of the truck to reveal a nearly wrecked car, its body barely recognizable from the dings and scratches, the windows cracked and covered in dust. It was far from Dom's Charger or the lost Eclipse, but had a certain charm, a scrappy survivor quality. Brian grinned, gesturing at the nearly broken-down car.

"Your ten-second car," he announced with a smirk.

Dom crossed his arms, assessing the beat-up machine in front of him. "This thing? You sure it's got ten seconds left in it?"

Jesse, who had just arrived, looked at the car and laughed, "Might be able to push it over the finish line. Or tow it?"

"Nah, couldn't even tow that across the line," Dom said making everyone chuckle,

"No faith," Brian said teasingly,

"Oh, I have faith in you, but this isn't a junkyard, this is a garage." Dom said and Brian decided to take it up a notch, looking at Jesse he spoke animatedly, "Pop the hood."

"Pop the hoods?" Dom asked, and Brian nodded, "Pop the hood,"

Jesse does so and whistles, "2JZ Engine… No shit."

"What did I tell you?"

"I retract my previous statement," Dom said and Brian nodded, "You know what, this will decimate all, after you put about 15 grand into it… Or more, if we have to overnight parts from Japan." Jesse gushed over the potential of this car.

"We'll put it on my tab at Harry's." Dom said and Jesse celebrated, "Yes!"

Dom looked at Brian, "I gotta get you racing again so I can make some money off your ass… There is a show out in the desert called Race Wars… And that's where you'll do it. I tell you what, why you're not working at Harry's you're working here. If you can't find the right tool in this garage, mister Arizona, you don't belong near a car." Dom smiled, but his mind kept going back to Guldrin's gut feeling about Brian. 

Walking forward, Mia brushed shoulders with Brian, "He owns you now." Then she walked away to tend to the Café.

Brian shrugged. "Thought it'd be a fun challenge. Besides, I know you could turn anything into a monster if you wanted to."

As Dom walked around the car, inspecting the frame, Letty leaned in, whispering with an amused smile, "Guess he's serious about paying you back for the lost car, not every day you see a Supra just needing a tad bit of love."

Dom chuckled but kept his eyes on the car. "Maybe I can work with this."

Brian's grin widened, but then he motioned Dom to follow him to the back of the truck. "Actually, that's not all. I found something else I thought you might like."

Dom's brow furrowed as Brian pulled back another tarp to reveal the twisted, rusted remains of a 1970 Chevelle SS body. Though battered, Dom could still recognize the unmistakable lines of the Chevelle, even under the layers of dust and rust. Next to it was a separate engine, stacked neatly in the truck bed.

Dom's eyes widened slightly. The Chevelle was a beauty, even in its current state, he could see the potential. The idea of putting the pieces together, making it his own, filled him with a surge of excitement. But it wasn't for him.

Dom glanced over at Letty, and she nodded as if reading his thoughts. They'd talked about giving Guldrin a project, something he could work on for years, something to teach him and keep him close to the garage. Dom looked at Brian, appreciating the gesture.

"Not bad, Spilner," Dom said, slapping Brian on the shoulder. "Might just have to keep you around if you keep bringing gifts like this."

Brian chuckled, taking the comment in stride. "Found it in a scrapyard a couple of towns over. Figured you'd know what to do with it."

Dom grinned. "Oh, I know exactly what to do with it."

Just then, the door to the house opened, and Guldrin stepped out, rubbing his eyes and yawning, still half-asleep, with a sandwich in one hand and Emily his feline friend in the other. He froze when he saw the truck, then his eyes went wide when he noticed Dom, Letty, and Brian gathered around the car.

"What's going on?" he asked, curiosity creeping into his sleepy voice.

Dom motioned for him to come over, a proud grin on his face. "Come check this out, little man."

Guldrin trotted over, his eyes fixed on the Chevelle, a hint of wonder on his face. Dom watched as the kid looked over the body of the car, running his fingers along the rusted edges, tracing its shape with a level of reverence, careful not to cut himself. Despite its beaten condition, there was an unmistakable glint in Guldrin's eyes.

Dom knelt down beside him, resting a hand on his shoulder. "This one's yours, Guldrin. If you want it, that is."

Guldrin blinked, glancing up at Dom in shock. "M- Mine?" he stammered, barely able to believe it. His hands trembled slightly as he touched the Chevelle's weathered hood. "You're serious?"

Dom nodded, giving him a small smile. "She needs a lot of work, but you're already spending time in the garage, learning your way around tools. This'll be your project car. Something you can build from the ground up. Plus, I told you that your first car would be an American muscle."

Guldrin's face broke into a huge grin as he looked back at the car, almost as if it were a treasure he'd just uncovered. "Thank you, Dad! I'll…I'll make it awesome!"

"Seems you are losing your nervousness about calling me Dad, huh?" Dom began, a bit surprised, but then he caught the pride in Letty's eyes as she joined them, and he shook his head, pulling Guldrin in for a quick hug. "You're gonna make it a legend, kid. Just you wait."

Guldrin hugged him tightly, his heart swelling with excitement. He'd never had something that was truly his before, something he could pour himself into and make a part of his world. He knew it would take years to bring the Chevelle back to life, but that was the best part, this was a project that would grow with him, becoming part of his journey.

Thinking of something, he turned to Letty, his eyes bright with excitement. "Mom! Do you think I can make it as fast as Dad's Charger?"

Letty laughed, pulling him into a hug. "With us teaching you? It'll be a beast, trust me."

The three of them stood there, their little family bound by the promise of what was to come, and Guldrin's face was practically glowing. For him, the Chevelle wasn't just a car; it was a way into the life he was building with Dom and Letty, one life filled with love, excitement, and family.

Dom gave Brian a nod, silently acknowledging the thoughtfulness of the gesture. Though he still kept Brian at arm's length, moments like these softened his perspective, just a bit. He could sense the kid's wariness of Brian, too, and part of him respected that instinct; he had reasons for being cautious. But right now, they had something far more important to focus on.

As the day wore on, Guldrin busied himself with cleaning up the Chevelle, carefully wiping away years of dust and grime, a few birds and wasps nests, and even a few dead mice. Dom and Letty showed him how to examine the car's structure, pointing out the parts that would need replacing and explaining the intricacies of each step in the restoration process. Guldrin soaked up every bit of knowledge, his enthusiasm contagious as he eagerly scribbled notes, hanging onto Dom's every word.

By noon, the garage was filled with the familiar smell of motor oil and the sound of laughter. Jesse stopped by, taking in the sight of Guldrin hard at work with a smirk.

"Look at you, little tinkerer. Got your own wheels now, huh?" Jesse teased, watching as Guldrin carefully wiped down the Chevelle's rusted frame.

"Yup! And it's gonna be awesome," Guldrin said with a determined nod, his face serious.

Jesse chuckled, ruffling Guldrin's hair. "I believe it. Just make sure you save a spot on the street for me when you're ready to race."

Dom watched the two of them, feeling a deep sense of pride. Now, watching Guldrin work on his very own car, he knew the kid would have every opportunity to find his place in the family and make his mark in the world. He was becoming a Toretto of his own right before their very eyes.

Later, as the sun began to set, Dom, Letty, and Jesse gathered around, watching as Guldrin continued to clean and inspect the Chevelle, his focus unwavering. They exchanged knowing smiles, each silently acknowledging the unspoken bond growing between them.

Dom placed a hand on Guldrin's shoulder, gently pulling him away from the Chevelle for a moment. "Come on, let's grab some food. The Chevelle isn't going anywhere."

Guldrin nodded, looking back at the car with a contented sigh. "Can we work on it again tomorrow?"

"Every day if you want," Dom promised, leading him toward the shop kitchen with Letty and Jesse close behind. Vince was still fuming over Mia accepting Brian's date and Leon, well… No one knows where Leon goes when he isn't with the crew.

At that moment, Guldrin knew he had a place here, a family that cared, a project to call his own, and a future that felt as limitless as the open road ahead. And as he walked back with them, surrounded by laughter and voices that felt like home, he realized he finally had everything he'd ever wanted. This was the point in Guldrin's life when he fully accepted his place in this new family.

Give me your power! Please and Thank You.