This was it. The moment he had been waiting for, for eight long years, freedom had finally come, his buissness thanks to Nate had helled up nicely, but now he was dead, because he had been stupid, he had allowed something personel to cloud his judgment. With a shake of his head he eyed the grand house in front of him, the red sports car rolling to a stop behind the gates.

He now had Isabelle working for him, someone he didnt entirally trust, she was a loose canon, she to was making things to personel, she'd be dead soon to, then he could run his company the way it was ment to.

He knew that soon Brain and Rome would know he was out of jail, the FBI or local police would have to inform them of course, he wanted them to know he wanted them looking over their shoulders.

He would be smarter this time, he had learned that much from his understudy Nate. This time nothing would trace back to him, infact all his operations would Trace back to Isabelle. With a laugh he rolled into his house and got the numbers rolling, he needed drivers and he needed them soon.

The same night Brian got a call from the FBI.
His mood changed from very good to absolutely shitty within moments.
Verone had been released. It was actually a surprise he'd been in the joint that long.
Brian stared out the window into the dark wondering whether the man would actually come after them. Maybe not because Brian had put a hole into his shoulder but because they had robbed 7 or 8 years of his life.
"Fuck." he muttered and dialled Rome's number.
"Yo, bro. Bad news. Verone's out."

"Man, you think he's gonna come here? I don't have nothin' in my name here but the garage, and even that's under my real name... Damn, man, I thought I was done wit' that ass!" Rome was pissed, and not a little scared, because that man was the bane of his existence.

"I don't know, man. My guess is he will. We took a couple of good years of his life and I recently got to witness how little fun prison can be so...yes."
The feeling that was creeping up his spine made Brian really uneasy. back in Miami he'd been pretyy reckless and careless. Today things were different and he wished he could simply apologize and make everthing okay.
"We need a game plan, bro."

Well, I could always hide out at the apartment; that is, if Dom will let me... but I don't wanna hide. That just seems wrong." He sighed, running a hand over his head. "8 years he's been gone, why couldn't he just stay that way? Have you talked to Monica about it?" He was pretty sure she was Brian's contact with Customs, but he wasn't sure.

"No." Brian replied dryly. "We lost touch. The FBI informed me."
He thought about it for a moment.
"We need to come up with some kind of strategy before he gets here."

"No shit! He's gonna be after me more than you, I think, but I don't know why."

Brian raised his eyebrows.
"Why, cause you were the one who landed the car on top of his yacht or who blew a hole in his shoulder? Hmm. don't think so but if you'd like to draw some attention your way go ahead!"

"I think it's more because I stole his cutter and broke his car window, but you can take the blame," Rome returned mock-happily. "I gotta talk to my resources; I'll get back to you."

"Yeah, taking his cutter is much worse than smashing his yacht." brian mocked.
"Let me know when you find out sth."
Brian hung up.
As soon as the phone was turned off his good mood and jokes were blown away.
"Damn it."

Rome called a few people that he'd make contacts with, as well as Tej to warn him just in case the Theater or his garage got hit up for information, and was nowhere close to a situation when he finished.