Firstly, the disclaimer: Because slavery was abolished during the Civil War, owning people is unlawful and actually pretty useless, so owning imaginary people probably has the same degree of unpracticality, which means that the original characters from The Fast and the Furious aren't mine. Everyone else is fictitious. Second, this story is written in first-person P.O.V format, but the P.O.V. changes from Zoraida to Mercedes with each new part. Basically, Z's parts are odd, while Mercedes' are even. Enjoy!!
Part 1
"Ah Z, come on…" my brother said, giving me a sad puppy face.
"Hector, no. We don't have time to baby-sit your little criminal friends," I explained. He scoffed, but went back to his food.
"Mercedes?" he asked, hopefully, looking at our sister. She turned to me and I shook my head "no."
"Sorry bro, can't do it," she said simply.
"Fine, fuck you then," he said playfully, "both of ya."
"Hector, Hector, Hector," I said, sighing. He looked at me with the same big eyes, to which I replied, "Eat your food."
After dinner was finished, Hector and Mercedes went outside to check out the latest addition to our little family, Shannon. I watched them from the open kitchen window, where I stood, washing the dishes.
"She's beautiful," Hector commented, looking at the car in front of him.
"She sure is," Mercedes said. The cherry-red Hemi Cuda stared at us all from the small, one car garage. I threw the remaining dishes into the cabinets then raced outside to admire our latest conquest.
"Don't you love this car?" Mercedes asked after a few moments of silent awe.
"Hell yes!" Hector exclaimed. He moved closer to the car and reached out to touch the shiny metal, but jerked his hand away quickly. His eyes were on us, silently pleading for permission to touch it. I snickered a bit when I saw Mercedes roll her eyes. Still feeling Hector's gaze fixed on my decision, I looked at Mercedes and we both smiled.
"Oh, all right," I said, exaggerating each word as I pulled the ball chain over my head which bore the keys to every car in our possession. I tossed it to him, and I watched his eyes light up when he caught the necklace. He smiled and went to the door, fumbling with the key.
"Jesus, fucker!" Mercedes said, rushing to his aid, "You're gonna scratch it all up!" she rolled her eyes again and snatched the key from him. She pushed him out of the way and unlocked the car.
"Move, I'm dirivin," he said, trying to push her out of the way.
"The hell you are!" she replied, pushing him back. They argued for a few minutes before he finally knew he was defeated and sauntered around to the passenger's side.
"Whoa, 'scuse me," I said when he started to settle in the front seat. "Do you need help?" I asked, grabbing the door before he closed it.
"With what?"
"Gettin into the fuckin child seat," Mercedes said. I slapped his shoulder for emphasis.
"You, you've gotta be joking," he said, highly annoyed.
"Is there a smile on my face?" I asked. He rolled his eyes. "Get in the backseat."
"Fine, fuck!" he said, lunging out of the car. I took his seat and shut the door. I smiled at him as he stared at me.
"Yes?" I asked, batting my eyelashes.
"Are ya gonna let me in?" he asked irately. I laughed and hopped out of the car.
"I was just playin, bro. Have fun." I walked back to the house where I'd be safe and watched as Mercedes slammed into gear and tore off into the sunset at breakneck speed. It was like something out of a movie.
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Part 2
"Mercedes..." my brother started.
"Shh!" I hushed. "Listen," I whispered.
"To what?"
"She's talkin," I said excitedly. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Hector roll his eyes. I smiled to myself. I loved my brother so much, but he annoyed me with the little things he did.
"Listen," he started again.
"No I won't listen, Z doesn't wanna baby-sit and I have to go along with her," I said.
"Why do you always have to go along with her?!" he practically yelled.
"Don't yell at me," I said, childishly. My childish voices always found a place in Hector's heart.
"I'm not yelling. I just need this favor from you. Please?" I took a deep breath and looked at him.
"I can't," I refused, shaking my head.
"Come on Mercedes! I need you!" I looked at him. His big brown eyes, begging and pleading. I turned back to the road and rolled down my window. I loved feeling the wind in my hair, it always helped me think; something I was never very good at. I wanted to help my brother, like always, and like always my sister was against it. I usually had to go along with everything she said because she was bigger than me and older. But I loved my brother... I didn't know what to do.
"Hector..." I started.
"Please?" he pleaded once more. I took a deep breath and looked at him, his eyes were again begging. I hated his big brown eyes; they always effected my decisions on things.
"Aright fine, but if they get in my way or annoy me, I will straight up kick them out," I said as sternly as I could. Needless to say, I sucked at sounding mean.
"Agreed," Hector said excitedly. I answered him before I thought of this: what was Z gonna think?
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Part 3
"Damn it Mercedes," I said as we pulled into the Juarez International Airport parking garage. I paid the toll and cruised into a parking space. We got to the terminal in time to see the plane taxiing and preparing to pull up to the jet-way.
"I cannot believe you said yes," I said, more annoyed at having to drive so far out of the way than anything else.
"Well, I'm sorry," she said, crossing her arms. I rolled my eyes and swatted her arm playfully.
"Quit poutin, I ain't mad," I told her, flashing a silly smile. She shook her head and waited with me by the window.
The intercom was signaled by a buzz. We stopped talking to hear what was being said.
"Flight number 4421, from Los Angeles has now landed," an electronic-sounding voice said, first in Spanish, then English, and then a few other languages.
"Peachy," I said sarcastically. We moved a little closer to the door and got ready to greet the two men Hector had asked us to take in.
"Holy shit…" Mercedes said. She sounded a bit worried and when I gaze her a quizzical look, she pointed to a pair of men who had been the first to step off of the plane.
"You have got to be kidding me," I said as I watched the men. Both had dark, heavy rimmed glasses and crazy Hawaiian shirts on, with matching khaki shorts. The taller one was stocky and round, while the shorter seemed to be all bone. They stood, looking around, tapping flip-flop clad feet impatiently.
"Fuck!" Mercedes hissed. We looked at each other and each took a deep breath before we started in their direction.
"Well what the hell?" we heard a gravel-like voice ask loudly. "What do ya know? Our first trip to Mexico and no one to pick us up!" I closed my eyes and sighed heavily. Mercedes and I looked at each other and turned quickly to see two finer specimens standing by the door.
"Oh shit," we simultaneously said quietly. We started to move closer to them, and I looked at my sister with a bit of excitement before going back to my stolid glares. The man who was talking had on a white t-shirt and visor, with a toothpick dangling from his lips like a cigarette, while the other, who was silent, was wearing a black t-shirt and was running his hand over his face, obviously trying to wake himself up.
"You Leon and Dominic?" Mercedes asked them ruggedly.
"Depends. You Zoraida and Mercedes?" the man who'd been talking asked. I nodded.
"Get your shit and let's go," Mercedes said coldly. The two of us turned and walked in front of them, heading to the baggage claim, smiling at each other. I knew we'd have fun tormenting these guys, but how long could we keep up the act?
A time later, we were back at our little house with the two men. I showed them a place to sleep then went to talk to my sister about our next job. Dominic and Leon took the liberty of giving themselves the grand tour of the place while Mercedes and I sat in the kitchen. Over the course of an hour and half a bottle of Cuervo, we'd mapped out our night. I smiled and leaned back in my chair, propping it against the small refrigerator when a loud noise erupted, making me jump and fall out of the chair. Mercedes laughed at me, but we made our way outside as quickly as we could.
"What the hell was that?" I asked, knowing well what it was. I was staring at the black Lamborghini we'd heisted a few nights earlier. The rickety garage door had been opened manually, resulting in the booming sound, and standing before it was none other than Leon, whose mouth was gaping.
He started to speak, but choked and sputtered on his words so badly that I just rolled my eyes and took a cautious seat on the hood, trying to keep the rivets on my jeans from scratching the paint.
"Z!" Mercedes said sternly, "Up."
"Fine, fine," I said, standing. She released her breath when I was totally off of the car and I rolled my eyes. I looked at Leon, who was still in awe of our beautiful car.
"Where did you get this?" he asked breathily. He seemed to be having trouble remembering how to talk and breathe at the same time.
"We stole it," I said plainly, walking back to the house.
"You what?" he asked, unconvinced.
"We… stole… it," Mercedes repeated, stressing each word slowly.
"You didn't steal this car," he said matter-of-factly.
"You wanna bet, fucker?" I heard my sister challenge. She was always very protective of our cars and dared everyone to dispute our line of work.
"Why don't you tell me how you really got that car?" I heard as I entered the kitchen door. Dominic was standing at the sink, watching Leon and Mercedes as they bickered.
"Are you deaf?" I asked, walking past him to the fridge, "We stole it."
"No fuckin way," he stated, like he was quoting a price rather than disputing my answer.
"Aright, if you say so, hot shot," I said, taking a bottle of water out of the machine. I grabbed the necessary ingredients and set to making coffee. If we were gonna do this job, we had to do it right, we had to do it sober.
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Part 4
I didn't know what was wrong with me. I'd never been so preoccupied while talking about a job with my sister. All I could think about were the two men we were housing. The one that really caught my eye was the guy who called himself Leon. He was gorgeous. It was his eyes mostly, so green... beautiful. The fact that he never took a toothpick out of his mouth bothered me a little, but I learned to deal.
"Mercedes... Mercedes!" my sister yelled.
"What?" I asked, not knowing if she'd been talking to me for the past five minutes.
"Are you listening to me?" she asked, obviously knowing the answer. After all, she was the brains of the operation.
"Not really," I said softly, sinking in my chair.
"You need to pay attention," she advised.
"Oh shut up. I know the tools, you know the computer stuff, we're good to go," I said. She looked at me coldly, I hated that look. "I'm sorry," I apologized, sinking even lower in my chair.
"Hello ladies," a rough voice said. My sister and I looked up to see Leon and Dom walk into the kitchen.
"What do you two want?" my sister rudely asked. I glared at her only because I knew she wouldn't see me.
"It's a kitchen, what do you think we want?" Dom asked. I smiled a little.
"Don't get cute with me," Z warned.
"Ok, I think it's time for us to leave," I said, standing and pulling my sister out of her chair.
"Where ya goin?" Leon asked, smiling.
"Somewhere you're not," Z said.
"Out, we're going out," I answered as I continued pulling Z to the door.
"Can we come?" Leon asked.
"No!" my sister and I yelled at the same time. We got outside and Z got in the car as I went to the garage and grabbed my book bag that was full of tools for our job.
"Come, let us go," Leon said as he and Dom followed us.
"No," I answered, storming toward my beautiful red and black Hemi Cuda.
"Why not?"
"Can't you take no for an answer?" I yelled.
"Obviously not," he said. I tossed the bag into the backseat and opened the front door.
"I'll remember that," I said, getting in and slamming the door shut. I turned the key, put my hand on the gearshift, and pulled out of the driveway. Once I was pointed in the direction we were heading, I shifted and slammed my foot on the gas causing the tires to squeal as we sped down the road.
"God, I love that sound," I said as I rolled down my window.
"Who do they think they are?" Z asked, looking out her window.
"Who?" I asked.
"Don't act like you don't know," she said.
"Come on Z, they're probably bored. I'd wanna go somewhere too!" I yelled in their defense.
"Callate," she hushed, putting her highly decorated hand up.
"Don't tell me to shut up just because that's the only thing you know how to say in Spanish!"
"We're here," she said. I pulled up to the curb as we both stared at the garage door that held the car we were about to steal.
I looked around before giving my sister the go ahead. She reached to the floorboard and pulled out a laptop computer. She opened it and began typing swiftly; bringing up different screens with internal and external pictures of the Corvette in the garage. She passed all that and came to a picture of a garage. I smiled as she pressed some number and the garage door on the computer opened as did the one in front of us.
"We're in," she said.
"Obviously," I said as I reached in the back and grabbed the bag. We got out and headed for the now exposed Vette. I unzipped my bag and pulled out a long piece of metal with a handle and two very tiny, sharp ends with a small indent between them. I handed it to Z and walked to the front of the car, opening the hood. I performed a series of rewiring and attached a small battery to the only remaining wire.
"Go," I said. I shut the hood just as Z started the car. I ran back to the Hemi Cuda and jumped in. When my sister pulled out I reached over and pressed the spacebar on the laptop and the garage door on the computer closed followed by the now empty one in front of me. I headed down the road; following the light blue Corvette in front of me.
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Part 5
"Holy fuckin shit," Leon said as I climbed out of the Corvette. I ran my hand along the side panel as I slowly made my way to the front of the car.
"Ain't she pretty?" I asked, seating myself on the edge of the hood while I waited on
Mercedes.
"Whoo!" we screamed in unison as soon as she emerged from her car. I smiled and we continued hollering. We obviously woke Dom, because he rushed out of the house and was at the garage with lightning speed.
"Where the hell did that come from?" he asked, his body inches away from Mercedes. She turned and looked at me incredulously.
"Listen boy, you better back outta my face before you get hurt," she said roughly. I chuckled a little as he took a step back. I rolled my eyes and grabbed her arm. As I pulled her into the house, we laughed. She went immediately to her room and I to mine, only to come out soon after, decked out in full party apparel.
"Where you goin now?" Leon asked.
"Are you my daddy?" I asked. He shook his head. "Is this your place? Does your ass pay the rent?"
"No," he said plainly.
"Then don't worry about where we're goin," I said. Mercedes gave me a hard stare.
"Jesus, why you such a bitch?" Leon asked, throwing his arms in the air as he turned to head back to the living room.
"Why you so damn nosy?" I asked, mocking his movements. Mercedes smiled.
"Why don't you come with us?" she asked. My jaw dropped, but Leon turned to look at us.
"Seriously?" he asked. Mercedes looked at me for approval, but I shook my head no. She sighed and rolled her eyes at me, then turned her face back to an awaiting Leon.
"Sure," she said, smiling. I huffed, but went unnoticed.
"Aright, just gimme a second…" he said, rummaging through a suitcase of his. He jogged into the bathroom and we soon heard the shower running.
Minutes later, he came out, ready to go. His clothes clung to his damp body and beads of water rolled down his face from his hair. Mercedes turned to me and bit her lip, bending her knees a bit. I shook my head and smiled.
"Let's roll," she said after he finished putting on his shoes.
"Aright, see ya dawg," Leon called as we went outside.
"I'm takin my car," I announced, climbing into the Corvette. Mercedes and Leon took over the Hemi Cuda and sped off. Just as I was ready to do the same, the passenger door opened.
"You didn't think you'd go out without me again, did you?" Dom asked, giving me a playful grin. I smirked back and rolled my eyes, slamming down the gas pedal and speeding down the road.
"Hey baby!" I yelled through the open passenger window. We'd pulled up next to Mercedes and Leon at a light.
"Hey girl! I dunno where you learned to drive, but you're in the lane of oncoming traffic," she shouted back. We laughed and sat back, waiting for the light to turn green. The traffic signal heeded our request and we sped off, leaving a cloud of dust in our wake.
"Whoa, slow the hell down," Dom said as we took a sharp turn at high speed.
"Hey, hey, no, I thought you were Mr. Speed?" I asked, looking at him expectantly.
"Yeah, well, that's my old life. I'd like to have a new one, if you don't mind," he said, the volume of his voice raising as we hit another turn.
"Well Dom, baby, welcome back to life in the fast lane," I said, turning on the radio to end the conversation.
Part 1
"Ah Z, come on…" my brother said, giving me a sad puppy face.
"Hector, no. We don't have time to baby-sit your little criminal friends," I explained. He scoffed, but went back to his food.
"Mercedes?" he asked, hopefully, looking at our sister. She turned to me and I shook my head "no."
"Sorry bro, can't do it," she said simply.
"Fine, fuck you then," he said playfully, "both of ya."
"Hector, Hector, Hector," I said, sighing. He looked at me with the same big eyes, to which I replied, "Eat your food."
After dinner was finished, Hector and Mercedes went outside to check out the latest addition to our little family, Shannon. I watched them from the open kitchen window, where I stood, washing the dishes.
"She's beautiful," Hector commented, looking at the car in front of him.
"She sure is," Mercedes said. The cherry-red Hemi Cuda stared at us all from the small, one car garage. I threw the remaining dishes into the cabinets then raced outside to admire our latest conquest.
"Don't you love this car?" Mercedes asked after a few moments of silent awe.
"Hell yes!" Hector exclaimed. He moved closer to the car and reached out to touch the shiny metal, but jerked his hand away quickly. His eyes were on us, silently pleading for permission to touch it. I snickered a bit when I saw Mercedes roll her eyes. Still feeling Hector's gaze fixed on my decision, I looked at Mercedes and we both smiled.
"Oh, all right," I said, exaggerating each word as I pulled the ball chain over my head which bore the keys to every car in our possession. I tossed it to him, and I watched his eyes light up when he caught the necklace. He smiled and went to the door, fumbling with the key.
"Jesus, fucker!" Mercedes said, rushing to his aid, "You're gonna scratch it all up!" she rolled her eyes again and snatched the key from him. She pushed him out of the way and unlocked the car.
"Move, I'm dirivin," he said, trying to push her out of the way.
"The hell you are!" she replied, pushing him back. They argued for a few minutes before he finally knew he was defeated and sauntered around to the passenger's side.
"Whoa, 'scuse me," I said when he started to settle in the front seat. "Do you need help?" I asked, grabbing the door before he closed it.
"With what?"
"Gettin into the fuckin child seat," Mercedes said. I slapped his shoulder for emphasis.
"You, you've gotta be joking," he said, highly annoyed.
"Is there a smile on my face?" I asked. He rolled his eyes. "Get in the backseat."
"Fine, fuck!" he said, lunging out of the car. I took his seat and shut the door. I smiled at him as he stared at me.
"Yes?" I asked, batting my eyelashes.
"Are ya gonna let me in?" he asked irately. I laughed and hopped out of the car.
"I was just playin, bro. Have fun." I walked back to the house where I'd be safe and watched as Mercedes slammed into gear and tore off into the sunset at breakneck speed. It was like something out of a movie.
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Part 2
"Mercedes..." my brother started.
"Shh!" I hushed. "Listen," I whispered.
"To what?"
"She's talkin," I said excitedly. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Hector roll his eyes. I smiled to myself. I loved my brother so much, but he annoyed me with the little things he did.
"Listen," he started again.
"No I won't listen, Z doesn't wanna baby-sit and I have to go along with her," I said.
"Why do you always have to go along with her?!" he practically yelled.
"Don't yell at me," I said, childishly. My childish voices always found a place in Hector's heart.
"I'm not yelling. I just need this favor from you. Please?" I took a deep breath and looked at him.
"I can't," I refused, shaking my head.
"Come on Mercedes! I need you!" I looked at him. His big brown eyes, begging and pleading. I turned back to the road and rolled down my window. I loved feeling the wind in my hair, it always helped me think; something I was never very good at. I wanted to help my brother, like always, and like always my sister was against it. I usually had to go along with everything she said because she was bigger than me and older. But I loved my brother... I didn't know what to do.
"Hector..." I started.
"Please?" he pleaded once more. I took a deep breath and looked at him, his eyes were again begging. I hated his big brown eyes; they always effected my decisions on things.
"Aright fine, but if they get in my way or annoy me, I will straight up kick them out," I said as sternly as I could. Needless to say, I sucked at sounding mean.
"Agreed," Hector said excitedly. I answered him before I thought of this: what was Z gonna think?
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Part 3
"Damn it Mercedes," I said as we pulled into the Juarez International Airport parking garage. I paid the toll and cruised into a parking space. We got to the terminal in time to see the plane taxiing and preparing to pull up to the jet-way.
"I cannot believe you said yes," I said, more annoyed at having to drive so far out of the way than anything else.
"Well, I'm sorry," she said, crossing her arms. I rolled my eyes and swatted her arm playfully.
"Quit poutin, I ain't mad," I told her, flashing a silly smile. She shook her head and waited with me by the window.
The intercom was signaled by a buzz. We stopped talking to hear what was being said.
"Flight number 4421, from Los Angeles has now landed," an electronic-sounding voice said, first in Spanish, then English, and then a few other languages.
"Peachy," I said sarcastically. We moved a little closer to the door and got ready to greet the two men Hector had asked us to take in.
"Holy shit…" Mercedes said. She sounded a bit worried and when I gaze her a quizzical look, she pointed to a pair of men who had been the first to step off of the plane.
"You have got to be kidding me," I said as I watched the men. Both had dark, heavy rimmed glasses and crazy Hawaiian shirts on, with matching khaki shorts. The taller one was stocky and round, while the shorter seemed to be all bone. They stood, looking around, tapping flip-flop clad feet impatiently.
"Fuck!" Mercedes hissed. We looked at each other and each took a deep breath before we started in their direction.
"Well what the hell?" we heard a gravel-like voice ask loudly. "What do ya know? Our first trip to Mexico and no one to pick us up!" I closed my eyes and sighed heavily. Mercedes and I looked at each other and turned quickly to see two finer specimens standing by the door.
"Oh shit," we simultaneously said quietly. We started to move closer to them, and I looked at my sister with a bit of excitement before going back to my stolid glares. The man who was talking had on a white t-shirt and visor, with a toothpick dangling from his lips like a cigarette, while the other, who was silent, was wearing a black t-shirt and was running his hand over his face, obviously trying to wake himself up.
"You Leon and Dominic?" Mercedes asked them ruggedly.
"Depends. You Zoraida and Mercedes?" the man who'd been talking asked. I nodded.
"Get your shit and let's go," Mercedes said coldly. The two of us turned and walked in front of them, heading to the baggage claim, smiling at each other. I knew we'd have fun tormenting these guys, but how long could we keep up the act?
A time later, we were back at our little house with the two men. I showed them a place to sleep then went to talk to my sister about our next job. Dominic and Leon took the liberty of giving themselves the grand tour of the place while Mercedes and I sat in the kitchen. Over the course of an hour and half a bottle of Cuervo, we'd mapped out our night. I smiled and leaned back in my chair, propping it against the small refrigerator when a loud noise erupted, making me jump and fall out of the chair. Mercedes laughed at me, but we made our way outside as quickly as we could.
"What the hell was that?" I asked, knowing well what it was. I was staring at the black Lamborghini we'd heisted a few nights earlier. The rickety garage door had been opened manually, resulting in the booming sound, and standing before it was none other than Leon, whose mouth was gaping.
He started to speak, but choked and sputtered on his words so badly that I just rolled my eyes and took a cautious seat on the hood, trying to keep the rivets on my jeans from scratching the paint.
"Z!" Mercedes said sternly, "Up."
"Fine, fine," I said, standing. She released her breath when I was totally off of the car and I rolled my eyes. I looked at Leon, who was still in awe of our beautiful car.
"Where did you get this?" he asked breathily. He seemed to be having trouble remembering how to talk and breathe at the same time.
"We stole it," I said plainly, walking back to the house.
"You what?" he asked, unconvinced.
"We… stole… it," Mercedes repeated, stressing each word slowly.
"You didn't steal this car," he said matter-of-factly.
"You wanna bet, fucker?" I heard my sister challenge. She was always very protective of our cars and dared everyone to dispute our line of work.
"Why don't you tell me how you really got that car?" I heard as I entered the kitchen door. Dominic was standing at the sink, watching Leon and Mercedes as they bickered.
"Are you deaf?" I asked, walking past him to the fridge, "We stole it."
"No fuckin way," he stated, like he was quoting a price rather than disputing my answer.
"Aright, if you say so, hot shot," I said, taking a bottle of water out of the machine. I grabbed the necessary ingredients and set to making coffee. If we were gonna do this job, we had to do it right, we had to do it sober.
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Part 4
I didn't know what was wrong with me. I'd never been so preoccupied while talking about a job with my sister. All I could think about were the two men we were housing. The one that really caught my eye was the guy who called himself Leon. He was gorgeous. It was his eyes mostly, so green... beautiful. The fact that he never took a toothpick out of his mouth bothered me a little, but I learned to deal.
"Mercedes... Mercedes!" my sister yelled.
"What?" I asked, not knowing if she'd been talking to me for the past five minutes.
"Are you listening to me?" she asked, obviously knowing the answer. After all, she was the brains of the operation.
"Not really," I said softly, sinking in my chair.
"You need to pay attention," she advised.
"Oh shut up. I know the tools, you know the computer stuff, we're good to go," I said. She looked at me coldly, I hated that look. "I'm sorry," I apologized, sinking even lower in my chair.
"Hello ladies," a rough voice said. My sister and I looked up to see Leon and Dom walk into the kitchen.
"What do you two want?" my sister rudely asked. I glared at her only because I knew she wouldn't see me.
"It's a kitchen, what do you think we want?" Dom asked. I smiled a little.
"Don't get cute with me," Z warned.
"Ok, I think it's time for us to leave," I said, standing and pulling my sister out of her chair.
"Where ya goin?" Leon asked, smiling.
"Somewhere you're not," Z said.
"Out, we're going out," I answered as I continued pulling Z to the door.
"Can we come?" Leon asked.
"No!" my sister and I yelled at the same time. We got outside and Z got in the car as I went to the garage and grabbed my book bag that was full of tools for our job.
"Come, let us go," Leon said as he and Dom followed us.
"No," I answered, storming toward my beautiful red and black Hemi Cuda.
"Why not?"
"Can't you take no for an answer?" I yelled.
"Obviously not," he said. I tossed the bag into the backseat and opened the front door.
"I'll remember that," I said, getting in and slamming the door shut. I turned the key, put my hand on the gearshift, and pulled out of the driveway. Once I was pointed in the direction we were heading, I shifted and slammed my foot on the gas causing the tires to squeal as we sped down the road.
"God, I love that sound," I said as I rolled down my window.
"Who do they think they are?" Z asked, looking out her window.
"Who?" I asked.
"Don't act like you don't know," she said.
"Come on Z, they're probably bored. I'd wanna go somewhere too!" I yelled in their defense.
"Callate," she hushed, putting her highly decorated hand up.
"Don't tell me to shut up just because that's the only thing you know how to say in Spanish!"
"We're here," she said. I pulled up to the curb as we both stared at the garage door that held the car we were about to steal.
I looked around before giving my sister the go ahead. She reached to the floorboard and pulled out a laptop computer. She opened it and began typing swiftly; bringing up different screens with internal and external pictures of the Corvette in the garage. She passed all that and came to a picture of a garage. I smiled as she pressed some number and the garage door on the computer opened as did the one in front of us.
"We're in," she said.
"Obviously," I said as I reached in the back and grabbed the bag. We got out and headed for the now exposed Vette. I unzipped my bag and pulled out a long piece of metal with a handle and two very tiny, sharp ends with a small indent between them. I handed it to Z and walked to the front of the car, opening the hood. I performed a series of rewiring and attached a small battery to the only remaining wire.
"Go," I said. I shut the hood just as Z started the car. I ran back to the Hemi Cuda and jumped in. When my sister pulled out I reached over and pressed the spacebar on the laptop and the garage door on the computer closed followed by the now empty one in front of me. I headed down the road; following the light blue Corvette in front of me.
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Part 5
"Holy fuckin shit," Leon said as I climbed out of the Corvette. I ran my hand along the side panel as I slowly made my way to the front of the car.
"Ain't she pretty?" I asked, seating myself on the edge of the hood while I waited on
Mercedes.
"Whoo!" we screamed in unison as soon as she emerged from her car. I smiled and we continued hollering. We obviously woke Dom, because he rushed out of the house and was at the garage with lightning speed.
"Where the hell did that come from?" he asked, his body inches away from Mercedes. She turned and looked at me incredulously.
"Listen boy, you better back outta my face before you get hurt," she said roughly. I chuckled a little as he took a step back. I rolled my eyes and grabbed her arm. As I pulled her into the house, we laughed. She went immediately to her room and I to mine, only to come out soon after, decked out in full party apparel.
"Where you goin now?" Leon asked.
"Are you my daddy?" I asked. He shook his head. "Is this your place? Does your ass pay the rent?"
"No," he said plainly.
"Then don't worry about where we're goin," I said. Mercedes gave me a hard stare.
"Jesus, why you such a bitch?" Leon asked, throwing his arms in the air as he turned to head back to the living room.
"Why you so damn nosy?" I asked, mocking his movements. Mercedes smiled.
"Why don't you come with us?" she asked. My jaw dropped, but Leon turned to look at us.
"Seriously?" he asked. Mercedes looked at me for approval, but I shook my head no. She sighed and rolled her eyes at me, then turned her face back to an awaiting Leon.
"Sure," she said, smiling. I huffed, but went unnoticed.
"Aright, just gimme a second…" he said, rummaging through a suitcase of his. He jogged into the bathroom and we soon heard the shower running.
Minutes later, he came out, ready to go. His clothes clung to his damp body and beads of water rolled down his face from his hair. Mercedes turned to me and bit her lip, bending her knees a bit. I shook my head and smiled.
"Let's roll," she said after he finished putting on his shoes.
"Aright, see ya dawg," Leon called as we went outside.
"I'm takin my car," I announced, climbing into the Corvette. Mercedes and Leon took over the Hemi Cuda and sped off. Just as I was ready to do the same, the passenger door opened.
"You didn't think you'd go out without me again, did you?" Dom asked, giving me a playful grin. I smirked back and rolled my eyes, slamming down the gas pedal and speeding down the road.
"Hey baby!" I yelled through the open passenger window. We'd pulled up next to Mercedes and Leon at a light.
"Hey girl! I dunno where you learned to drive, but you're in the lane of oncoming traffic," she shouted back. We laughed and sat back, waiting for the light to turn green. The traffic signal heeded our request and we sped off, leaving a cloud of dust in our wake.
"Whoa, slow the hell down," Dom said as we took a sharp turn at high speed.
"Hey, hey, no, I thought you were Mr. Speed?" I asked, looking at him expectantly.
"Yeah, well, that's my old life. I'd like to have a new one, if you don't mind," he said, the volume of his voice raising as we hit another turn.
"Well Dom, baby, welcome back to life in the fast lane," I said, turning on the radio to end the conversation.