It’s been four months since Dom left Brian standing in the street in California, and now he sits in a lonely diner somewhere in Baja Mexico, and thinks back to those days with Brian and The Team, as he eats his lunch and flips through the local paper. Flipping through the paper Dom notices an advertisement for a handy man at a hotel with room and board included.
“Excuse Me. Can you tell me where this is?” Dom asks, as he shows the ad to the waitress, as she walks over with his bill.
“Yeah, it’s the old Paradise Motel, but I heard it’s under new management, and they changed the name to something else. It’s down this road, which is route 50, about five miles; it’ll be on your left, it sits off the road a little but you can’t miss it, it’s the only motel out that way.” The waitress explains, as she points to the highway out front of the diner.
“Thanks.” Dom says, as he hands her his money and takes off out the door.
Dom pulls into the driveway of the motel, and turns off the car.
“Well Dom! It can’t be that DAMN hard . . . repairing a old run down motel, has to be somewhat like rebuilding an old run down car.” Dom thinks with a laugh, walking into the office of the hotel.
“HELLO!” Dom yells out, ringing the bell on the counter several times.
“Anyone Home!” Dom yells out, as he slowly walks behind the desk and goes towards a closed door.
“Looking for something?” A woman sarcastically asks, as she walks into the office and startles Dom, causing him to reach for his gun, as he quickly turns to face her but decides against pulling it when he sees her beautiful face.
“UH . . . yeah . . . I’m here to apply for the job in the paper.” Dom says, as he pulls off his sunglasses and looks at the beautiful woman in front of him that looks like she’s had a day from hell.
“Great! My name is Mary. Fill this out and I’ll go get the other ladies.” Mary says, as she hands him a clipboard, then hurries out the door.
Dom sits down at the desk and stares at the paper that is asking for personal information, when Mary returns with three other ladies.
“EXCUSE ME!” One of the ladies very loudly says, walking over to him sitting at the desk with his legs propped up, and motions for him to get up.
“Sorry!” Dom sarcastically says, jumping to his feet and moving out of her path, and she sits down at the desk and shuffles some of the papers.
“So! You’re here to apply for the handy man job?” One of the ladies asks, as she sits up on the counter.
“Do you have any experiences?” She quickly asks, before Dom can answer.
“Do you know what a roof is?” The third lady asks, walking around him and sitting down in a chair in front of the desk.
“Do any of you have experiences? By the look of all of you ladies. YOU DON’T!” Dom sarcastically asks, as he slowly looks at each of the ladies covered in paint.
“Excuse Me?” The lady sitting at the desk agitatedly asks, looking up from her papers, as Dom slowly moves around the room.
“Look ladies, I don’t have time to play around. Are you looking for a handy man or not?” Dom asks, crossing his arms.
“Yes! You’ll have to pardon my friends, they don’t get along well with others!” Mary says, walking over to him and reaching her hand out, as she agitatedly glances around the room at her friends.
“Looks like a thug to me!” The lady sitting at the desk comments, as she gets up and leaves the room.
“So what’s your name?” The woman sitting in front of desk asks, as she gets up and shakes his hand.
“Dom.” Dom says, as he shakes her hand.
“I’m Amanda, nice to meet you Dom. If you’re going to handle this, then I’m going back to painting.” Amanda says glancing over at Mary then starts to leave.
“Hey! Try to get some of the paint on whatever your trying to paint.” Dom sarcastically yells out, as all the ladies give him a not so amused look.
“Thanks for the advice.” Amanda sarcastically states, with a not so amused expression, and then flips him off as she is walking out the door.
“So Dom! Do you have any experience painting?” The lady sitting on the counter sarcastically asks, as she is jumping down from the counter.
“Look short stuff . . . ” Dom says, looking down at the lady, when Mary jumps in the middle of them.
“Victoria! . . . . . And YOU NO More short or painting comments if you want the job!” Mary states very firmly, looking at Victoria then directly into Dom’s eyes.
“Victoria! Why don’t you go see if Amanda and Tammy could use your help.” Mary says, turning to face Victoria with a smile, and she looks back with a no way having to much fun smile.
“So Dom! If you’re just a plain old handy man with better experience in painting. Why do you carry a gun?” Victoria sarcastically asks, crossing her arms, as Mary looks at Victoria then Dom.
“LOOK! I’m sorry but your gonna have to leave, WE DON’T DO OR DEAL WITH ANY DRUGS!” Mary states very firmly, as she quickly walks over and opens the door, as Dom throws his arms up and looks at the two ladies then starts towards the door.
“I wanna ask one question first! What is your ladies problem?” Dom asks, closing the door and crossing his arms as he slowly looks at Victoria then Mary.
“LOOK! We Don’t Want any problems or trouble. We’ve had several so-called handy men apply and work. I think the record is about six hours then quit!” Mary states very firmly, looking over at Victoria, and she shakes her head in agreement.
“So! we’re really not looking anymore. We’ve decided to do the work ourselves! The ad is paid up to the end of the week! THAT’S WHY IT’S STILL IN THE PAPER!” Mary states in a very annoyed voice as she tries to open the door, and Dom just smiles and continues to lean against it.
“What I’ve seen of this place so far, I Don’t Think SO!” Dom confidently states, winking at Mary then looking over at Victoria.
“Don’t Fuckin’ Judge Us! You Don’t Even Fuckin’ Know Us!” Victoria yells out in anger jumping towards him, and Mary quickly stopping her.
“How can you stand there and judge someone you don’t even know?” Mary angrily asks as Victoria stops and they both look at Dom.
“EXCACTLY! Why did you ladies judge me? Just because you’ve had trouble with other so called employee’s you just assumed by my looks or your moods! That I was the same way!” Dom states, as the ladies very shocked look at each other then him.
“ALL RIGHT! You’ve made your point!” Mary states, walking over to the desk and picking up the clipboard.
“You need to fill this out, the job pays fifteen an hour, In American Money, and room and board, I’ll show you the room in a little bit.” Mary explains as she hands him the clipboard.
“I prefer to be paid in cash.” Dom says as he walks over to the desk and takes the clipboard, and then tries to hand it back to Mary.
“All Right! BUT I still need a full name.” Mary agitatedly states as she fumbles around with some folders on the desk.
“Well if you have all this under control, it’s Corona Time!” Victoria says as she starts to leave, as Dom head shoots around and looks at her.
“Yeah! Bring me one.” Mary yells out, glancing up at Victoria leaving.
“Sure! Would you like one?” Victoria asks as she pokes her head back through the door.
“Am I working now?” Dom asks, as he looks at Mary.
“Not until I have a full name on that paper!” Mary states, as she looks up at him.
“He’s probably not going to stay, so why not give him a beer.” Victoria comments then leaves.
“I will prove you ladies wrong! I just don’t see why I have to fill all this out!” Dom says, laying the clipboard back on the desk.
“FINE! I’ll just make up something!” Mary states, as she hands him a folder.
“That’s a list of needed repairs to the building. The most important things being first on the list.” Mary says, as she sits down at the desk, and waits for Dom’s expression as he looks down the list.
“Why would a bunch of ladies buy such a run down motel?” Dom curiously asks, sitting down in the chair in front of the desk.
“Why would someone not fill out a simple tax form?” Mary curiously asks, as she looks over at him, as tension fills the air.
“I guess . . . I’ll go with . . . Johnson!” Mary says, thinking a minute for a last name for him.
“NO!” Dom sarcastically yells, as Mary jumps a little from his outburst.
“Alright! Dick Johnson.” Mary says with a laugh.
“NO! Just plain Dom.” Dom quickly says trying not laugh, as Mary tries to think up another terrible name, thinking he’ll go ahead and tell his real name.
“Alright, let me show you around.” Mary says stuffing the tax papers in the drawer and stands.
“Lead the way.” Dom says, following her out the door.
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