Authors Note: I don't own any of the characters. Very loosely based off the Fifty shades of grey trilogy and Fast and Furious movies.
Through out the story, you'll see some references to other movies, books and songs. Let me know if you catch them without consulting Google! :) This is a good size chapter. Please let me know what you think, If I should add or change something. Also, I am making an Instagram account with pictures. I can try and make a Tumblr or Facebook account instead of the Instagram account. Let me know which one you want so you can see the pictures and other stuff that goes along with the story.
CHAPTER ONE:
"HEY ATLAS!"
"WHAT?!" I turned my head around to look at Tony.
"MR. TORETTO IS HERE TO TALK TO YOU!" His face starts to get red from screaming over the music.
"WHAT?! IM BUISY! I CANT PULL MY ARM OUT FROM UNDER THIS SEAT!" My arms are shoved under the front seat of a car.
Dominic was in the doorway of the work shop surveying the car proto types that had been gutted. He tightened his tie and buttoned his suit jacket.
"What in the world is going on down here?!" He yells at the top of his voice.
Tony walks over to the door way to talk to him.
"She was saying something about the cars needing new drivers and parts before she was going to let them go on the line. She recalled all the original prototypes." Tony rambles on, trying to make it sound less serious than it really was.
"Then what the hell am I going to bring with me to the new models show?!" He turns red hot.
"I don't know how to answer that." Tony answers quickly.
"Turn this music off now!" He fumes.
Tony walks away quickly and turns the music off.
"TONY! WHAT IN THE FUCK!" I whip my head around and see him behind my office glass.
He shakes his head and looks back towards the workroom door way.
"I swear to God." I mumble to myself.
I look back behind myself to see Him standing in the doorway. Shit, what in the hell and I going to tell Him. Oh, by the way your cars suck so I decided to gut them right before the new models show. I muffle a smile at the thought of Him exploding.
"What can I do for you Mr. Toretto?" I ask with my voice full of sarcasm.
"What are you doing?!" He yells back at me.
"You're going to have to come to me. I can't pull my hands out from under this car until I get this computer pulled out." I turned back to what I was doing. "TONY GO AND GET ME THOSE GOD DAMN SCREWDRIVERS RIGHT NOW! I SHOULNT HAVE TO ASK TWICE!" I screamed at Tony.
I can feel His eyes burning a hole in the back of my black tank top.
"Why are you gutting my cars before the show?!" He half yells at me.
"I am gutting them because they suck." I answered matter of factly.
"Oh? These are my best models!"
I turned my head around to look at his red face and furrowed eyebrows.
"Yes they suck. Your non track racing cars transmission sucks and can pick a gear and stick to it. They sound like Dodges transmission. Quick fix really." I flash a quick smile at him.
"Excuse me. Here Atlas, I brought the smaller ones for you." Tony sticks the box of screwdrivers out for me to take.
"Open it up and hand me one." He pulls one out of the box and hands it to me.
As I pull my hand out from under the seat, I slice the top of my hand open.
"For the love of MUD! WHY?" I yell. I look back down at my hand.
Blood is dripping all over my pants and the floor. I clench my fist.
"Fuck a duck that's going to need some stitches." I swear.
I snatch the screwdriver from Tony.
"I'll go get you some paper towels." Tony turns on his heels and runs to the first aid kit.
"Do you need to go to the hospital?" Concern floods his face.
"Not at the moment. I'll go after I get this done. I'll have the cars done for you by tomorrow before the show. I have one of your cars done all ready. I raced it this morning on the wet track. Runs like gem. Keys are still in the car if you want to try it out. One of the other mechanics put new tires on it and switched out the spark plugs. I redid the codes on it, and put in different fuel lines and redid some of the transmission on it. None of the cars that your last person did were running efficiently in third or fourth gear. The fuel lines were lower quality. You need to use the brands that I switched them out with. They give you better fuel use and faster fuel burns when changing gears. Also, your transmissions were shit models anyways." I finish unscrewing the computer and unhook the wires.
"You did all that?" He questioned with shock in his voice.
"Yes Mr. Toretto. I don't even have to take your cars out on the track to know what's wrong with them. The computers were pulling temporary error codes. You can only find them when you have the car running at its paces. You can also hear the engine struggling to pull in the oxygen to burn the massive amounts of fuel that was being dumped in. Last time I checked you don't like to lose."
I pulled the computer out. My whole hand is covered in blood. Tony runs back up to me and hands me some gauze to put on my hand.
"Thank you Tony. Wipe this computer and put the new running system on it. The same goes with the other three cars we have left." I hand Tony the computer and hold the gauze on my hand.
"I can have someone drive you to the hospital."
"Nope I'm ok I can glue it myself. It's not bleeding that bad anymore." I pull the bloody gauze off the wound and set it down on my knee. "Do you want to try the car out before I move onto the next car?" I look up at his face.
"No I trust you."
I catch a glimpse of lust and concern in his eyes. I pull my hair out of my messy hair tie, letting my long black hair fall around my shoulders. He looks away from me and shifts uncomfortably.
"Ok then. It's here if you change your mind. All the cars that you listed in the email will be ready for you to take to the show. I've arranged for a company to come and pick them up late tonight. I'll be here to load them up." I cross my legs and arms.
I look him up and down. I can't keep from staring at his beauty. He looks like a Greek god, carved from the world's best piece of marble. His dark navy blue suit strains against his muscles. I can feel my heart begin to race.
He looks back down at me. I blush and blink hard.
"Have you received your tickets for the show?" His alternative motives are hidden.
"Yes. If you're asking if I'll be there, yes I will. I'm not busting my ass on these cars and not see the shareholders of Dodge drool and fight over whose better. That ought to be a show in of its self." I smile at the thought.
He smiles.
"I guess Ill see you there then." He turns around and starts to leave.
"Before I forget," He looks over his shoulder. "No tank tops. You're distracting."
I turn beet red as he continues to walk away. Tony walks up beside me, his mouth open.
"Oh my God, did he seriously just say that?" Tony gawks at me.
"Shut up Tony!" I squeak at him.
"YOU HAVE THE HOTS FOR HIM!" Tony points at me.
"You're catching flies." I deflect and blush.
"YOU DO!" Tony grins like a fool.
"I swear to God Tony, I'll break your legs if you say one word to anyone!" I whip around and glare at him.
"What? Are you going to put cement on my feet and toss me into a lake?" He laughs.