Disclaimer: I don't know any of these characters apart from Isabella. She
is my own creation. So, don't sue.
Rating: PG-13, may turn into NC-17 later on.
Pairing: Dom/Letty, Mia/Brian, Vince/Isabella.
Other Characters: Leon, Jesse, the Tran gang, Edwin, Hector… so on so on..
Title: My True Family.
Isabella Garcia, that's my name. I had no clue as to what my real name was until I was 19. I'm now 22 and trying to find my real family. I've lived in Puerto Rico my entire life with someone who I thought of as my mother. But I'm finally going to find the real one, the mother that carried me within her for nine months, and the women who gave birth to me and gave me up without looking into my eyes. I need to find her and tell her how much I've missed her since day one.
So, here I am, in Los Angeles, California. I had no idea how big the world was. But I finally made it outside my little town and I'm glad I get to see the world while looking for her. Her name… Maria Garcia, I have it written on a piece of paper. And then there's a sister I never knew I had and also a brother. Leticia and Carlos. I wonder why my mother gave me up but kept them. Maybe I wasn't what she wanted; maybe I was a bastard child to another man other then her husband. Well I guess that's what I'm here to find out.
I got out of the car I had decided to rent while I'm here, a Honda Civic, black. Not the best car but a good one. I stood there, leaning against it for what seemed like an eternity, just looking at the store where I was told my sister hung out sometimes. I drew in a deep breath and walked over the road and into the store; it was named "Toretto's". I'm guessing that's the owner's name. I really should have worn something more mature instead of these old torn jeans and this tank top. Oh well, too late to go change now. I pulled my sunglasses off my face and placed them on the top of my head. I stood at the counter for a minute, surveying the place.
"May I help you?" it was a young women; I'd say around 25 years old. She had beautiful long black hair and a great smile.
"Um, I hope so. I'm looking for Leticia Garcia, or Carlos Garcia. I was told that Leticia came here often." I tried to drown out my accent but it didn't work.
"That all depends on who you are." I looked up from putting the piece of paper back in my pocket. When I saw him, my breath caught in my throat. He had muscles any women would dream of and his eyes and voice where so magnetic.
"Well," I stammered. "My name is Isabella Garcia. I'm their sister."
He looked into my eyes; I guess he was wondering if I was telling the truth or if I was trying to get something out of them.
"Letty doesn't have a sister, only a brother." His voice was gruff and it gave me shivers down my back.
"Well I was adopted as soon as I was born. I guess I was a bastard child or something." He laughed at that, I guess he found it funny that I was a bastard child.
"Well I'm actually believing you, Isabella. You have a mouth like Letty." He came out of the little office he was in and held out his hand. "Dominic Toretto. And this is my sister Mia."
I took his hand and shook it. He had great strength, I could tell.
"Isabella Garcia, but you can call me Izzie. Everyone else does."
"Call me Dom."
"Okay, Dom. Do you know where I can find Leticia? I'd really like to meet my sister."
"Well first off you better not call her Leticia, she hates that name. It's Letty, and you can meet her tonight. I'll give you my address and you come around at say, 9. That sound good to you?"
I smiled at him; he was sweet underneath all that muscle. "Yea, that sounds great. Thank you."
He wrote down his address and handed it to me. I said my goodbyes to him and Mia and left.
I was giddy for the rest of the day. I'm finally going to meet my sister I kept telling myself and then it sunk in, what if she doesn't like me? What if she doesn't think I'm telling the truth… all the bad thoughts started to come to me. But I tried to think in a positive way as much as I could… well I guess I'll know when I get there. Another two hours until 9.
Rating: PG-13, may turn into NC-17 later on.
Pairing: Dom/Letty, Mia/Brian, Vince/Isabella.
Other Characters: Leon, Jesse, the Tran gang, Edwin, Hector… so on so on..
Title: My True Family.
Isabella Garcia, that's my name. I had no clue as to what my real name was until I was 19. I'm now 22 and trying to find my real family. I've lived in Puerto Rico my entire life with someone who I thought of as my mother. But I'm finally going to find the real one, the mother that carried me within her for nine months, and the women who gave birth to me and gave me up without looking into my eyes. I need to find her and tell her how much I've missed her since day one.
So, here I am, in Los Angeles, California. I had no idea how big the world was. But I finally made it outside my little town and I'm glad I get to see the world while looking for her. Her name… Maria Garcia, I have it written on a piece of paper. And then there's a sister I never knew I had and also a brother. Leticia and Carlos. I wonder why my mother gave me up but kept them. Maybe I wasn't what she wanted; maybe I was a bastard child to another man other then her husband. Well I guess that's what I'm here to find out.
I got out of the car I had decided to rent while I'm here, a Honda Civic, black. Not the best car but a good one. I stood there, leaning against it for what seemed like an eternity, just looking at the store where I was told my sister hung out sometimes. I drew in a deep breath and walked over the road and into the store; it was named "Toretto's". I'm guessing that's the owner's name. I really should have worn something more mature instead of these old torn jeans and this tank top. Oh well, too late to go change now. I pulled my sunglasses off my face and placed them on the top of my head. I stood at the counter for a minute, surveying the place.
"May I help you?" it was a young women; I'd say around 25 years old. She had beautiful long black hair and a great smile.
"Um, I hope so. I'm looking for Leticia Garcia, or Carlos Garcia. I was told that Leticia came here often." I tried to drown out my accent but it didn't work.
"That all depends on who you are." I looked up from putting the piece of paper back in my pocket. When I saw him, my breath caught in my throat. He had muscles any women would dream of and his eyes and voice where so magnetic.
"Well," I stammered. "My name is Isabella Garcia. I'm their sister."
He looked into my eyes; I guess he was wondering if I was telling the truth or if I was trying to get something out of them.
"Letty doesn't have a sister, only a brother." His voice was gruff and it gave me shivers down my back.
"Well I was adopted as soon as I was born. I guess I was a bastard child or something." He laughed at that, I guess he found it funny that I was a bastard child.
"Well I'm actually believing you, Isabella. You have a mouth like Letty." He came out of the little office he was in and held out his hand. "Dominic Toretto. And this is my sister Mia."
I took his hand and shook it. He had great strength, I could tell.
"Isabella Garcia, but you can call me Izzie. Everyone else does."
"Call me Dom."
"Okay, Dom. Do you know where I can find Leticia? I'd really like to meet my sister."
"Well first off you better not call her Leticia, she hates that name. It's Letty, and you can meet her tonight. I'll give you my address and you come around at say, 9. That sound good to you?"
I smiled at him; he was sweet underneath all that muscle. "Yea, that sounds great. Thank you."
He wrote down his address and handed it to me. I said my goodbyes to him and Mia and left.
I was giddy for the rest of the day. I'm finally going to meet my sister I kept telling myself and then it sunk in, what if she doesn't like me? What if she doesn't think I'm telling the truth… all the bad thoughts started to come to me. But I tried to think in a positive way as much as I could… well I guess I'll know when I get there. Another two hours until 9.
