Louis finally got into Cleopatra's car. With a weary face and his head still slightly spinning from the alcohol, he slumped into the passenger seat. Peter, who had just settled into the driver's seat, turned to Cleopatra.

"Alright, are we heading home?" he asked.


However, before Peter could start the engine, Cleopatra gave an unexpected order.

"Peter, take a taxi home."

Peter looked at her in confusion. "What? It's late, Miss. You're not serious, are you?"


Cleopatra's gaze was sharp. "I am serious. Leave."

Peter hesitated. He glanced at Louis, who just sat there silently with a resigned expression. But when Cleopatra held her gaze longer, Peter finally gave in.


"Alright, alright. I'll go. But if anything happens, call me!"

Cleopatra just scoffed and waved her hand impatiently. As soon as Peter stepped out of the car and closed the door, Cleopatra turned to Louis.

"Drive."

Louis slowly turned his head, looking at Cleopatra with half-open eyes. "I'm still half-drunk, Cleo. I can't drive like this."

Before he could continue his protest, Cleopatra had already stepped out of the car and walked to the driver's side. Without hesitation, she yanked the door open, grabbed Louis by the collar, and pulled him out with a strong shove, then sat herself in the driver's seat.

"Hey! This is a bad idea!" Louis protested, trying to stop her.

Cleopatra didn't care. She pushed Louis's chest, forcing him to stumble back into the passenger seat.

"Sit still and enjoy the ride, Toretto."

Without waiting any longer, Cleopatra slammed her foot on the gas pedal.

The car shot forward at an insane speed down the nighttime road. The high velocity made the night wind slap against Louis's face, and he began to feel the aftereffects of his drunkenness even more. Cleopatra drove recklessly, changing lanes at a speed that defied logic. The streetlights blurred into streaks of light as the car zoomed past, nearly flying.

Louis almost screamed when Cleopatra took a sharp turn without slowing down. The honking of other cars that she nearly crashed into echoed through the night, followed by curses from angry drivers who could only watch her car bullet through the road.

"Cleo! Slow down! Are you crazy?!" Louis shouted, gripping the door handle so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Cleopatra remained silent, her jaw clenched, eyes sharp like an eagle hunting its prey. She swerved violently, making the car nearly tilt to one side. The tires screeched loudly as they scraped against the asphalt. Louis was almost thrown from his seat, forcing him to grab the dashboard and press himself into his seat to keep from losing balance.

"Dammit, Cleopatra! Are you trying to kill us both?!"

Cleopatra only let out a cold, mocking laugh, but her eyes burned with fury.

"You think I didn't see what happened back there, Louis? You think I didn't notice how that woman touched you?!" Her voice was calm but dripping with rage.

Louis groaned in frustration. "For God's sake, that wasn't my fault! I don't even know why she—"

Cleopatra pressed the gas pedal even harder, making the car nearly lift off the ground as it hit a small bump in the road. Louis swallowed hard, his nausea getting worse.

"Cleo! I'm serious, I'm going to throw up if you don't stop this car right now!"

Cleopatra slammed on the brakes.

The tires screeched against the asphalt with a sharp, ear-piercing noise. Louis's body was thrown forward, but luckily, the seatbelt kept him from hitting the dashboard. His breathing was ragged, his head spinning even more. Cleopatra stared at him with eyes full of fire, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"I don't like sharing, Louis," she whispered, her voice low but carrying a clear, dangerous warning.

The car skidded to a halt in front of Cleopatra's mansion. Louis wasted no time. He pushed the door open and staggered out, immediately vomiting onto the nearby grass.

Cleopatra stepped out of the car casually, crossing her arms over her chest, watching Louis with a piercingly cold expression.

"This is just the beginning, Toretto," she said, her voice calm yet laced with a hidden threat.

Louis lifted his head, panting, his face drenched in sweat. "The beginning? The beginning of what?"

Cleopatra raised an eyebrow with a condescending look.

"You think you can have fun with another woman and then come home as if nothing happened? That's hilarious. You're dead wrong."

Louis looked at her with confusion and a hint of fear. But Cleopatra didn't give any further explanation. She simply turned with elegance, her steps firm as she walked toward the mansion.

Louis gathered what little strength he had left and followed behind.

Once inside, Cleopatra didn't utter a single word. She stormed into her room, yanked her closet open with force, and began pulling out clothes.

Before Louis could ask what she was doing, Cleopatra threw some clothes at him. They fell to the floor, but Cleopatra didn't care.

"Put these on," she ordered, her voice leaving no room for argument.

Louis looked at the clothes in confusion. "What? Why—"

Without warning, Cleopatra grabbed his shirt collar and, with a swift motion, ripped it open, sending buttons flying to the floor.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" Louis exclaimed, stumbling backward.

Cleopatra smirked, her eyes burning with restrained fury.

"Oh, I'm just helping. You should be thanking me," she said sweetly, though her voice was as sharp as a blade.

Louis stared at her, still in shock.

Cleopatra crossed her arms, looking at him with disgust.

"I can't let you wear the same shirt you had on while being touched by another woman. The thought alone makes me sick. Disgusting."

Louis froze. His mouth opened as if to protest, but no words came out. He knew Cleopatra was in full destruction mode, and resisting would only make things worse.

Cleopatra grabbed the new clothes and shoved them into Louis's chest roughly.

"Change. I don't want to see you wearing something tainted by another woman. Unless, of course, you'd rather sleep outside."

Louis looked at her for a moment, then let out a long sigh. Reluctantly, he took the clothes and walked into the bathroom without another word. He knew now wasn't the time to argue.

As he shut the door, Cleopatra stood there, gripping the torn fabric of his shirt. Her heart burned with emotions she could barely contain—anger, disappointment, pain. They all mixed into one.

Her eyes locked onto the bathroom door, her lips curling into a small, sinister smirk.

"This is just the beginning, Louis. I hope you're ready for the hell I'm about to unleash on you."