Don't own any of the characters from The Fast and the Furious... Don't Sue! However the other characters are my own creation.

A/N: This is my first Fan Fic ever and I can't promise it will be like the best one you have ever read. But give me a shot and please respond so I know if I should continue it! Thanks

T.

...Cut my life into peices
This is my last resort
Suffication no breathing
don't give a fuck if i cut my arm bleeding...

"Not Again, Dom I'm gonna kill you someday!", I said to myself finally out of that zone that comes over me when I'm working on a car.

Sliding myself out from under the Civic that some Dipshit who didn't know how to change his own oil filter brought in yesterday.

Why would some one have a "King of the Racing Kingdom" sticker on his car if he can't change his own damn oil? Thinking that, I went over to turn off the radio that Dom absent-mindedly as he is, forgot to turn off. God I hate that Rock shit that he listens too. Well at least it isn't that I'm gonna kill myself crap he listened to for a good few months after the heists while we got our lives put back in order; no i only heard the words suffication and bleeding in this one!

As I'm washing up; getting ready to close the doors for today I hear what sounds like a big truck with a diesel pull up. I didn't see it; I can't see the door from the grey lockers that we all keep our shit in during the day. Why did I have to be the one to close up today I mean it the freaking day before my birthday and Dom can't give me an early freaking birthday present? Before I start to walk outside I look over at Leon's empty locker and wish he didn't just walk out of our lives after the accident he had no faith in the team. Finally I walk over to the parking lot where I find this little Dodge Dakota parked next to my grey 240SX.

A Girl jumps out of the passenger side door leaving the guy in the truck. This girl looks like one of the skanks from the racing circuit. I wish I could threaten her with my "leave tread marks on your face" line but she's a potential customer so I have to be nice. I mean this girl has good looks; she looks about my age with what you can definitely tell fake bimbo blonde hair but she pulled it off with the line of pitch black tips that I later found out she did herself. She's not very tan for a person but her boy toy in the truck certainly is. I know I' not supposed to look but hell I'm a good 10 feet away from the truck what damage can I do.

Finally our little size up match is over when she breaks the silence, "Hey I noticed that this is a car garage and I was wondering if you would need any help?"

"Well we did lose one mechanic but I'm not sure if we have the workload to pick up another stray one, and by the way how did you get to know so much about cars that you have the nerve to come and ask me for a job?" I replied but I was still weary about her I mean I have never known another girl who could work on a car let alone be able to stand outside a garage.

"I'm Vit or Vitty, and I'm not one on telling my life story; so I will just tell you that I know how to work on cars and I need job so if your boss could just get back to me real soon about a job that would be nice." She told me out straight, I mean this girl had some nerve, she didn't flinch a muscle until I nodded and countered in a just as cold of a tone.

"Fine if you think you can take on a job here then you would have to ask the boss in person. I will take you to him right now, get in the 240 and leave your boy toy here or tell him to go home or something. Myself or one of the others will drop you off where ever you need to go when were done." She stared at me. Ha I actually broke down the wall that she had put up; I could see fear in her eyes. Doll in this world you have to trust your instincts to survive, welcome to Dom's gravitational pull. I thought as I locked the dead bolt to the garage and climbed into my car.