Captured

"I've been thinking, how do a bunch of rowdy street racers get so organized and then it hit me... The old man used to tell me that when a group of people act together in unison towards a certain goal repeatedly, it's either their leader is ferocious and scary, is either extremely rich, or has the qualities of a true leader—invoking loyalty and all that shit."

"And loyalty isn't to be expected but it's a mutual trust between people. You stay loyal to me and I'll do the same, kind of thing." Jaxon took a drag of his cigarette, "These guys aren't smart but they blindly follow their leader who is."

Jaxon stared out over the city, thinking fast. "We use Vince to get in the crew. If we play our cards right, we can get close to Toretto himself. But we have to be smart about it."

Sam's eyes narrowed. "You think Toretto will just let you waltz into his crew after you beat up one of his men?"

Jaxon smirked a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Not exactly. But I've got a plan."

"Get me the info you've gathered about this Toretto guy and his crew." Jaxon said, "Even if we fail, as long as I manage to scare the crew out of L.A. the job is half done and if I win, we win big time."

Sam thought for a minute and finally nodded.

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"Shit! Fuck! Let me out of here!" 

Vince woke up surrounded by nothing but darkness. Still blindfolded, he couldn't see anything no matter how hard he tried. He attempted to move, but it seemed he had been tied to the chair he was sitting on and every time he tried to exert any strength to get out of the hold, the pain in his ribs wouldn't allow him to do much.

His breathing was ragged, the frustration and panic evident in every breath. He thrashed against his restraints, but the bindings held firm. The more he struggled, the more the pain intensified, forcing him to pause and catch his breath.

Remembering the failed heist, he felt more frustrated. They had been so close to pulling it off. Everything had been going according to plan until that last-minute chaos. His mind replayed the events over and over, each time fueling his anger, especially when he remembered the beating he had gotten.

"Fuck!!"

"Geez! Shut up will you!"

"Who is it!" Vince asked in a surprised and panicked voice,

"I am right next to you idiot! and seriously stop yelling it's hurting my ears." The voice said to him, "Shit! They're here again!"

Vince wanted to know more but before he could ask, he heard footsteps approaching himself, slow and deliberate. The sound echoed in the confined space, growing louder with each step. Vince tensed his senses on high alert.

The footsteps stopped, and he heard the sound of a chair being dragged across the floor. Someone sat down in front of him.

"Good to see you're awake," a rough-sounding voice drawled.

"Who the hell are you?" Vince spat, his voice hoarse from shouting. "Where am I?"

The blindfold was yanked off, and Vince blinked against the sudden light. His eyes adjusted, revealing the man wearing a handkerchief as a mask and a cap sitting casually in front of him.

"You've got quite the mouth on you," The man said, "But I guess that's to be expected from one of Toretto's men."

"It's you!" Vince growled recognizing the cap and the handkerchief. "What do you want?"

The man stood up, his expression was calm and composed. "Information. About Toretto and his operations."

Vince glared at him, defiance etched on his face. "I'm not telling you shit."

The man shrugged, unfazed. "That's fine. We've got time. But let me make one thing clear: you're not leaving here until I get what I need."

Vince gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in his ribs. "You think you can scare me into talking? Dom will find me. He'll find you, and when he does—"

The man cut him off with a cold laugh. "You think I'm afraid of Toretto? I've dealt with tougher guys than him. But here's the thing: you don't have to talk. Not yet. All you have to do is sit there and think about your options."

Vince's mind raced, weighing his choices. He knew Toretto would come for him, but he also knew that the man in front of him was dangerous and unpredictable.

The man without warning slapped Vince, "This was a love tap, I'll give you some time to think. Decide soon, because I am done giving out these little love taps."

The man walked out of the room, leaving Vince grunting in pain, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and fears.

"Phew! Luckily he seems to have found a new toy." The voice beside him sounded out again as Vince waking up from his thoughts turned to his side to find a young man beside him.

His long hair and amber eyes quickly stood out from the rest of his features, as Vince noticed the number of bruises on the man's face and body. The young man seemed to be stuck in the same situation as him, as he was also tied up.

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?" The man repeated the question with a slightly louder voice looking annoyed and defiant, "Never mind, I just heard... you're Toretto's man. Is he your boss or something?"

Vince stayed quiet but the man asked again, "Hey man, it's my bad... getting beat up for days tends to ruin your mood very often, you'll find that soon enough yourself. So is this Toretto guy a big deal? Can he really get you out of here? If he can, can you take me with you?"

Vince stayed quiet as he couldn't help but frown at all the questions thrown at him, but when he began thinking about his questions he started hesitating, Would Dom come for him? Would he even have the resources to help him?

Shaking his head, Vince tried to focus, "Who was that?"

"Did they fuck you up that bad?" The talkative young man said sarcastically but earning a glare from Vince he immediately started speaking, "Truckers! They seem to have gone all crazy."

"I heard about some crew running these fools out of millions worth of goods so I thought I would try to get my hands on some myself. So I got a gun and stopped this truck in the middle of the road, I swear I could've gotten away with it but that masked bastard fucked me up, one swiss of the bat, and the next thing I knew, I was here."

"Ever since then, he keeps beating me up, morning and night asking me about the damn crew! I keep telling them that I just acted out on my own but he won't fucking believe me, he won't even hand me to the police!" The young man grunted as he looked back at Vince, "What about you? What did you- wait a minute... it's you, isn't it? The crazy fuckers who started this damn thing? You and your buddies, that's the crew he's been looking for."

Vince nodded, "Are you sure they aren't the cops?"

"If they were, do you think they'll keep us here like this, torturing us and shit?" The man said, "But man... you guys are total badasses! I love you guys for real! Although I ended up here because of it but the shit I've heard, you guys are cool as shit!!"

Vince shook his head starting to get annoyed by all the talking the boy was doing, when all of a sudden, he felt the sensation of his pocket knife right where he had left it, he moved around a little, trying to check for sure, and it was right there! "Hey! What's your name?"

"The name's Jaxon!"