Not for you (FIN)

>Author's note:

You will perhaps not love Dana in this chapter. But give it a try and think about her situation and motives - what she does is a) to save her own life and b) to save Dom's and the other's lives. To really make this crystal clear I have written more of the things Dana is actually thinking into this chapter. Hope you have a tiny bit of understanding for what she's doing here... I know, she wouldn't have to do those things if she hadn't gotten that job in the first place... but still.

Also, this time I have posted two chapters at once - the other one is on the page before this, just in case you think you've missed something...




At five to eight I had almost reached Verone's house after bringing Dom to the garage. I felt... odd, to say the least, when I drove alone to this place. Yesterday, with Sway, I had been tensed; but now I was feeling as if my nerves would burst any moment. Facing Verone alone was something I didn't feel like handling.

I parked the car almost a block away and walked from there. It wasn't really necessary that he would see the Pacer, I thought. I carried my bags with car cleaning supplies and the clothes he had wanted me to buy with me.

I noticed that I was practically walking slower with each house I passed by and came to the conclusion that I was scared. Scared, however, was something I didn't want to be.

You can do this, I thought. You'll do it for Dom. For Brian and Roman. And, dammit, for your own life. You will do this... you will...

Sooner than I would have liked to I was standing in front of the door. I didn't even knock before the door opened. Again, that Latino guy; again I was 'dismissed' to the living room; and once again he was sitting there with his back to me.

"Morning, Mister Verone." I said.

Morning." He got up, turned around and looked at me. Damn, he looked good if it wasn't for those eyes. If he had worn sunglasses, I wouldn't exactly have minded.

"Didn't I tell you to bring some clothes?" He said.

"Oh - yes, I have. Here." I waved the bag. "Just wasn't so sure if I should wear them when cleaning the car."

He came closer, very close, walking around me.

"You really want to clean a car?" He chuckled.

"That's the job I was hired for, right?" I said, looking out of the window.

"Just for Sway. Basically, I had something else in mind." He replied, walking past, then around me again.

"And what would that be?" I wondered.

"I'll tell you if I'm satisfied with your car cleaning." He said, still standing behind me. A hand brushed over my arm and I had a hard time suppressing a shudder. "Come with me." He said, and I was seriously asking myself if I was still sane, bringing myself into this shit.

Ten steps through the kitchen, out of the door, turning right. Double garage. Remote opened by him. And all I could think when seeing the single car standing in it was... shit.

"That's... wow." I said, not really knowing what else to say and being scared at the same time; even more than before because I knew that dust-covered, black car standing in front of me. It was, as far as I could tell, an exact replica of the Charger Dom had his accident with, before Brian had let him go...

"You know what that is?" He said, leaning to the garage door, smiling.

"That's a Dodge Charger, rebuild as a dragster." I replied as calm as I possibly could. "Looks fairly good."

"Yes, paid a lot to have one rebuild. Has been in garages for over a year since it was finished. I need it clean, shiny and running this afternoon. Think you can do that?"

"What the hell do you want with it?" I said. "I mean... doesn't seem your style."

"No, but I want to make someone else curious." He chuckled, and recognition struck me like lightning. "You just work on this, water's here..." he pointed to a tap in the wall, "and if you need anything else, let me know. When you're finished, let me know and I'll have a look."

He closed the garage door behind him, and I slumped to the floor.

That bastard! He was planning to use the Charger against Dom, probably to make him curious enough to come closer... too close. Damn! I thought. But what the hell did he want from Dom? I thought he was after Brian and Roman?

Sighing I came to the conclusion that I could do nothing but observe carefully, so I got up, picked up a bucket and filled it with water to start my work.

About four hours later, when I was just about to polish the last bits of chrome, the garage door was opened again. It was incredibly hot in the garage by then, so I welcomed the cool breeze for a moment until I realized that it was caused by Verone entering the garage.

"How is it going?" He asked.

"Fine. See, it's almost finished. Well, at least the exterior." I said, standing back from the car so that he could see it properly.

"Just don't you mind me, proceed." He said, leaning to the garage wall with a smile.

I shrugged and polished; he started walking around the Charger. Damn, can't that guy stand still? It didn't necessarily make me comfortable that he had closed the door behind him.

"Nice work." He commented when he had reached the rear.

"Nice work for a nice car." I tried to be witty.

"Would you like to drive it?" He said, coming to stand behind me.

Uh-oh. I thought and tried to concentrate on the car. Damn, that thing was porn. The wet dreams of a car enthusiast come true - the shattered dream of a certain racer come true, I tried to remind myself.

"Sure, even if it scares me a bit." I laughed a bit desperately.

"And what else scares you?" He purred. One hand was on my shoulder.

"People who touch me without my permission." I grumbled before I could even think about what had slipped from my mouth.

He laughed, still keeping his hand on my shoulder. "And what does a man need to get that permission from you? Ah, forget it, I never ask for permission."

"You're playing a dangerous game there, Mister Verone." I said while getting up. I didn't turn around, there was too much to be read in my face at that moment.

Just think of the Charger. Think of Dom, pink underwear and a shipyard, I thought. Don't think about the fact that there's a man with a gun standing right behind you who has the intention to kill at least a few of your friends... and who would kill you right here and now if he knew who you were... Think of the Charger. What would you do if Verone wasn't Verone and there was no Dom? What would you give for the possibility to drive that thing?


"It's a dangerous game, yes, but it's not me who is playing it at the moment." He almost whispered into my ear. Despite the warmth in the garage I could feel him standing behind me, his body heat radiating. "See, I don't like to ask for permissions... Never did."

His other hand was placed on my other shoulder.

"So what do you do if you don't get permission?" I asked.

"I take what I want." His hands on my shoulders were pulling me backwards until I was leaning to him. "You're sweaty. I like that. Never liked it dirty, though."

"Then I guess I should go home and take a shower." I said, staring at the Charger's window where I could see his face over my shoulder.

"No need for that, I have a shower here in the house. Comfortable one, two people fit in without problems." His mouth was so close to my ear that I could feel his breath. The Charger, I thought. Just think of...

"Sorry, I don't shower with someone on my first date, Mister Verone." I tried to grin.

"We've had the first date yesterday, and it's Carter." His hands were sliding down my arms, easily gliding over the sweat-covered skin.

"Your shirt will get dirty." I commented. "What do you really want, Mister Verone?"

"Right now?" He asked, and I nodded.

In the blink of an eye I was turned around, my back pressed to the Charger's side, he was holding me with his hands on my neck. I just stared at him wide eyed, feeling his whole body pressing to mine.

Damn, if he didn't have those eyes... Charger, I thought. Think about how you acquired your engine. This here is more important, it's for your life's sake; so you better put up a damn good show...


His nose was almost touching mine while his eyes were practically piercing me. "Call me Carter." He said again.

"Carter..." I whispered.

"Good girl." He said and licked over my lips. I was plainly feeling sick. Damn, where did that come from now? I never had any problems with something like this; it had always been fun. But right now I could only think how disappointed Dom would be if he knew about this, and it made me sick.

"I... feel... a bit sick..." I stuttered. "It's too damn hot in here, I think I'll faint."

"Hot... yes..." He purred, his hand gliding over my breast, fingers stopping to tease my nipple.

I closed my eyes and tried to save my life: I pretended it was Dom touching me there, and the thought of it made me sigh out loud.

"You like that, hmmmm?"

"Yes..." I said.

The other hand was gliding under my shirt, pushing it upwards. I leaned my head back on the car's roof, kept my eyes closed, kept thinking about Dom.

Hands pushing my bra down, mouth on my nipples, sucking, biting, teasing. I felt myself getting wet. "Stop that, or..." I groaned out.

"Or what?" He chuckled.

"Or... I'll faint. Too hot in here..." I sighed.

"Right." He placed one of his legs between mine, steadying me. One of his hands sliding down my belly, to the zipper of my trousers... opening it. Hand sliding in, the mouth still on my breast.

It took all of my self control not to jump away when his hand was sliding into my panties. I pressed my head to the Charger's roof and gritted my teeth. That man's about to rape me and I have to smile to save my life, I thought. Fuck you, Sway.


His fingers were gliding between my folds, massaging, stroking over the bundle of nerves hidden there. Not the way I was used to; there was no love in his touch or in his kiss to my skin.

All of a sudden it dawned me what Verone was doing here: He was trying to get me on his side, so that I would do something for him. Whatever that may be, but that was definitely what this was about. He wasn't interested in me, he was interested in having me do something for him. That bastard really thought that I was one of the stupid girls who could be 'persuaded' with sex to do stupid things.

This discovery made me angry, which, at this point of time, was positive: Now I could put on a show for him, just like for the engine guy. I knew that he wouldn't kill me as long as he was thinking that he would get what he want; as long as I would serve a purpose.

But damn, that man knew how to touch a woman; I couldn't help but moan out loud. The way he chuckled in response just showed me that I was right. So did the feel of his body to mine; no hardening in his body - nowhere. Slightly tensed, yes; but he definitely didn't have any erection; which just verified what I was thinking earlier. I smiled to myself. Time to turn the table, I thought. Time to give in without losing the control.


My hands, so far just holding on to the Charger behind me, started wandering over his body. Shoulders... chest... hips... one hand between his legs, carefully rubbing him. Ah, the response, I thought. I used my other hand on his neck to pull his head to my face and started to kiss him passionately, just, of course, that there was no passion involved; but no one who had never kissed me before would notice that. I smiled to myself when I felt him hardening beneath the fabric of his trousers. No man I ever knew would not respond to this after allowing me that close. He even sighed while I kissed him.

A knock on the door. He didn't care. Another knock.

"Yes!" He shouted impatiently, letting go of my mouth but the fingers of the hand which was still buried deep in my trousers didn't stop moving. I leaned against it, moaning a bit, this time for show, and felt him leaning into the touch of my hand on his trousers in return.

"Boss, phone for you."

"Tell them to call back later." He said.

"Boss, this is important..."

"Sorry." He whispered, kissed me again, let go of me and turned around. "You can go to the shower on the first floor, I'll follow in a few moments."

Then he was gone, and I rushed down the side of the Charger, staring at the wall blankly. I had to do something... now.

I jumped to my bag and grabbed out my cellphone, making it ring by using the alarm clock - just in case anyone was standing outside the garage. Then I quickly dialed Dom's number. Damn, why didn't I have Sway's number, I thought. To my luck, he picked up after the first ringing.

"Hi!" I hissed as quiet as I could. "Sway, please?"

"Dana? Is that you?" I heard Dom say.

"Yes. Give me Sway please. Don't ask." I whispered into the phone.

"Anything wrong?" I clearly recognized the concern in his voice.

"Do what I say now and don't ask." I hissed.

I heard him shout her name, then the phone being handed over.

"Yes?" She said.

"Hi, it's me. Get me out of here, now. Or at least distract Verone for twenty minutes."

"What happened?" She said.

"Later. Just do what I say. His phoneline may be busy now, but try again until you have him. Then distract him for twenty minutes. Please... and if you're finished, ask him to get me on the phone. Make something up, I don't care, just do it!" I begged and felt tears in my eyes when I thought about what had almost just happened, and how I had almost betrayed Dom. I didn't consider that bit of fumbling betrayal, but any further step would have been.

And I definitely needed a shower now; I could smell Verone on myself, and if Dom would catch that smell, I would be fucked.

"Okay." She said and the phone was hung up.

I tossed my cellphone back into my bag, grabbed the D&G stuff and hurried to the bathroom, stripped from my clothes as quick as I could, jumped into the shower and turned the water on. I had to be finished here before...

The bathroom door opened. Gods, no, I thought. He was standing there, wearing nothing but a towel around his hips. And damn, he looked good. And still dangerous.

"Now, where were we..." He said, tossed the towel away and stepped into the shower.

I tried to smile at him. "I think we were here..." I said and wrapped my hand around his shaft.

"I did hire you as a cleaner, hmmm? How about you cleaning this with that pretty mouth of yours?"

Bastard. You don't really want that, I thought. I could bite it off...

"Boss?" A voice boomed through the closed door. "Phone call."

There is a god, I thought while watching his face darken over that latest interruption.

"Come in." He finally said.

NO! He didn't really mean... oh yes, he did.

I don't think I ever felt as humiliated as at the moment when that Latino stepped in, his eyes wandering over my naked body while he handed the cell phone over to his boss. To my comfort he left the bathroom right after doing this.

"Yes? - What the hell do you want now, I'm busy!" He shouted, still looking at me; and I slowly but surely started stroking along his length. No way would I allow him in my mouth; no way would I give him that. I squeezed him hard, felt his shudder. Good, I thought - now, Sway, talk with an angel's voice so that he doesn't want to be distracted...

"So what? Tell them it's later or not at all."

He looked down at me, his eyes demanding. That goes too far, a little voice in my head screamed. Way too far. Not like-

"To hell with you, Sway." He grunted, shoved me aside and left the bathroom.

Again I felt myself slumping back towards the wall; but this time I couldn't help but cry. What on earth had ridden me to get into this? I need to get finished, I thought; need to get dressed before he comes back. Not that I would have doubted that he would have torn those clothes off me, but it made me feel... safer.

I washed, no, scrubbed my body with my fingernails and huge amounts of soap. No way would I have his damn handprints on me. After that I dried myself as quickly as I could, jumped into the by now much hated D&G clothes and pinned my wet hair up into a bun. A bit of makeup I had brought along... just like new, I thought, and just a bit more broken than before.

The door reopened. "Sway for you." He said, handed me the phone and stepped into the shower without doing anything else to me. Good, I thought, really good.

"Yes?" I said, pretending not to hear her well because of the flowing water, and stepped outside.

"Listen very carefully, Dana. Just occasionally say something that clearly doesn't belong to what I tell you. We don't know if anyone in that house there is listening. Did you understand that?"

"I like Pizza better." I said.

"Good. He'll ask you to drive the Charger. Can you drive it?"

"I would feel much better if I knew how to make Pizza." I sighed.

"Can we help you from here?"

"Well, I know someone who really made good Pizza for years, but I think his pan broke. But that guy would know..." I replied, praying she would understand the meaning.

"Dom?" I heard her shout and swallowed.

Talking at the other end of the line which I didn't understand as Sway was obviously covering the cellphone with her hand. I occasionally said 'aha' or giggled, as if I was still having a conversation. I heard Dom shout something, but again couldn't quite place what it was as the cell phone at the other end of the line was obviously dropped, though not very deep so that it didn't break and I could still hear something. Sway screaming at him, Memphis shouting. "She did that for YOU, Dom. Don't you dare..." I heard him shout and closed my eyes while I continued to giggle.

"What the HELL have you done? Have you lost your mind?" This, finally, was Dom talking to me.

"I only know the basics in making Pizza, I already told you..." I said.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Dom shouted.

"Well, see, I just thought we could go-"

A hand came up on the side of my head, turning the phone off. I swallowed.

"No more phoning, dear." Verone said. "We have better things to do."

"And what would that be?" I tried to smile.

"Like, driving a car. Let's see what you can do..."