Catch your breath. The sequel to Fast and Furious. My version

Chapter 17

(Above is the Director)

It had been at least a year since I had been back in Rochester.

I mostly kept in contact with the Head Office, over secure connections or sending short and abrasive progress reports. Although, for last three months I had ceased sending reports. My visit to L.A and Lockie's death, were things I didn't want to discuss with them.

And I knew.

I just knew.

That one asshole was gonna bring those two subjects up, without a second thought.

Pulling into Rochester just after 11 A.M, I stopped for a bite of lunch knowing that the suits, would apprehend me the second I stepped into the office, and I would be held for hours and questioned, without the benefit of an avocado and bacon sandwich.

I constantly checked my rear-view mirror.

Paranoia?

Maybe.

But I couldn't be too careful, knowing Owen and his many eyes.

It was because of this that instead of going to the office, I drove to Harper's gym, an all-female gym run by a woman I had grown up with when I was living with Sam in my earlier years.

I parked behind the large gates and made sure to leave everything behind except the essentials and before going inside.

The gym had multiple rooms, but the largest part of it was more mats and a boxing ring, than rows of cycling machines.

It wasn't hard to locate Harper, you just had to follow the voice yelling orders.

"Oh my god, Kasey what the fuck girl, are you trying to cuddle her, or are you trying to choke her out?!" She screamed at the two girls fighting on the mat.

Harper was Korean American, her Mother had died when she was five, and a year after that her, her father and her three uncles had immigrated to the U.S.

Being raised by four men was one thing but being born into a fighting family was a whole other ballgame. Her mother in her younger years was a Taekwondo master. She had met Harper's father outside a mixed martial arts tournament, when he overheard her telling her friends, how Taekwondo was superior to Jiu-Jitsu. Of course, that had to be the type of martial arts that Harper's father had specialized in. He and his friends had challenged Harper's mother and her friends to a healthy competition between them to see which of their specialties was the best. Harper's mother and father were the champions out of their respected groups, and later when they met up for their match, Harper's mother had graced him with a wicked black eye, while she herself sprained an ankle and broke a finger.

Harper's father wanted Harper to go to tournaments, to win medals and gain recognition for her years of training, but Harper was too busy teaching the other girls on the block how to protect themselves.

Through high school, she taught kids after-school in the gymnasium, and when everyone had gone off to college. Harper stayed in Rochester, and applied to become a firefighter, who the hell would have guessed that?

It was about a year after she had become a firefighter, when she got a call from a girl she had taught while still in school. She had called her to thank her for teaching her the skills to protect herself, and because of her she was able to stop herself from being physically and sexually assaulted walking home from a work dinner.

After that, Harper found out that the girl had gone and gotten into contact with a lot of the other kids that Harper had taught, and they all reached out with stories of their own. Collectively they were able to raise enough money to buy an old gym for Harper in the old neighborhood, which Harper, with the help of her family made into a successful all-women's gym.