"Listen up y'all, this is how it's going down," Dominic Toretto yelled over the din of roaring engines and squeals of laughter from the different racing cliques, "three G buy in, winner takes all. My dawg Leon will hold the dough."

"Count me in essa." Hector pledged, handing over a roll of bills to Leon. "I'm in." Edwin yelled, three large bills coming out from the deep pockets of his baggy overalls. "Anyone else?" Dom asked, handing Leon his own wad of cash. "Yeah, you got one more." A deep voice yelled from the back of the crowd. Everyone turned to watch the heavily muscled newcomer make his way through the crowd towards Dom. "Where's your car man?" Vince asked looking around. "It ain't my car and I ain't driving. My friend wants in though."

"And where is this friend?" Vince scoffed. The man gave him a pawky smile and turned, gesturing to the black and silver Challenger that was hurtling toward the crowd at top speed. As the car came closer the throaty growl of the engine got louder and louder. Once it became clear that the car wasn't going to stop in time everyone began pushing out of the way until only Dom's team and the man were left. The Challenger stopped just as the man raised his denim-clad leg, mere inches from the remaining men. His boot came to rest on the fender as the dust cleared and the crowd surrounded them once more. "What's your name man?" Dom asked, sizing the new competition up. "Aiden Kelly." The man answered easily. "Well Aiden Kelly, ask your boy in there to pop the hood. I want Jesse to take a look at this machine."

"No problem." The man grinned again and signaled to the driver to pop the hood. Jesse came through the crowd and pulled up the hood, snapping the station rod into place. The crew behind him let out a collective low whistle. Beneath the hood was a lot of very shiny chrome and a whole lot of power. "Big block 426 Max Wedge fitted with Cheater NOS, 727 Torqueflite tranny, 60 mm intake valves and 650 fucking horses." Jesse rhymed off the specs at lightening speed. Leon tried to get a good look at the driver, but the windows were heavily tinted. "Holy shit Dom," Vince muttered turning his back to the car so that only Dom could hear him, "don't let him in man."

"Relax," Dom whispered back, "just cause he has the power doesn't mean he knows how to use it."

"So gentlemen, is my money good here or not?" Aiden asked coming up to the group. Dom took the wad of bills he was waving and handed it over to Leon. "Yeah man you're in. Let's see what your boy can do."

The lines were drawn and minutes later the green light was given by the guys running the police scanner. The four cars revved up and at the drop of a hand they were off. Dom and Hector took an early lead, the Challenger behind them and Edwin bringing up the rear. At the halfway point Hector blew his NOS, the burst of speed bringing him temporarily out of reach. Dom held off for a few split seconds before punching his NOS. Neither man could believe it when the Challenger passed them on the outside at the last second, shutting them all out. The cars eventually slowed down and came to a smoking stop another quarter mile away. Edwin and Hector were out of their cars before Dom opened his door. They were both waiting to see what his reaction would be. Dom was rarely beaten, and never, ever by a newbie.

Dom opened his door and calmly got out, ignoring the stunned spectators that were beginning to crowd around the four cars. Everyone watched with baited breath as he walked over to the Challenger. The mysterious driver cracked the door and a huge gasp went up from the crowd. The driver stuck out a well-shaped leg and stood slowly, removing the elastic holding their hair. Long, soft-looking black curls spilled from their restraint. No one could believe what they were seeing. Dominic Toretto had just had his ass handed to him by a woman. "Who the fuck are you?" Dom demanded. The woman just smiled at him, peeling off her black leather racing gloves. "Tsk, tsk, such language. And to a lady too. Didn't your mother ever teach you any manners?" Dom grit his teeth, reminding himself of his golden rule. He couldn't hit a girl, no matter how antagonizing she was. Dominic towered over the woman before him; she couldn't have been more than 5'2 or 3. She had green eyes and the palest skin he had ever seen. She also had curves that could be classified as lethal to any red-blooded male within twenty miles. "Your name woman." He demanded again, his deep voice sending chills of fear into some of their audience. "Draigen Kelly." The girl answered back, lifting her chin and meeting his piercing glare.

"Fucking hell!" A voice sounded out in the crowd and Jesse came out to stand beside Dom, staring at the girl in utter shock. "You're Draigen Kelly! You're THE Draigen Kelly! Holy fucking shit!" Draigen smiled widely at Dom's friend, making Jesse stare even more. "Jesse what the hell are you talking about man?"

"Dom, dawg, this is the Draigen. This is....this is the most highly skilled and highly feared racer in the UK."

"Is that true?" Dom asked. All eyes turned to Draigen. She was casually leaning against her car now, Aiden by her side. She lifted her bare shoulder in a bored shrug. "Pretty much."

"So what the hell is the pride of UK racing doing on my block?" Dominic asked. "Wouldn't you like to know?" Aiden laughed before Draigen could answer. Dom took a menacing step forward but Leon and Letty stepped in to hold him back. "Chill out baby." Letty begged, blocking his path as Mia and Brian materialized beside her. "Look am I gonna get my money any time soon?" Draigen asked. "Cause as much as I adore chilling here with you all I have better things to do tonight."

"We don't give money to British snobs!" Vince spat out, coming from the crowd to join his team. Draigen's eyes blazed to life with an almost unholy glow. "Who are you calling a Brit you lousy_" She pulled out a wicked looking dagger from a sheath between her breasts and took a threatening step forward but Aiden was quick to catch her back, just as Dom's team was quick to restrain Vince. "You are embarrassing me Vince. Stay the hell outta this." Dom warned him darkly. Vince huffed and shook off Jesse and Leon, his glare still fixed on Draigen's pale face.

Dom turned back to Draigen and Aiden with a contemplating glare. "You better either put that knife away little girl or be prepared to spill a lot of blood." Draigen glowered at him, but did as he ordered. "Leon give me the money." The stack of bills were placed in his hands seconds later, but Leon wasn't paying attention. His eyes hadn't left Draigen since she first emerged from the car. He knew he was tripping and for the life of him he couldn't understand why. She looked like any other race rat around them. She was dressed in tight black pants and a plunging blue halter with a silver dragon over her left breast. But there was something in her eyes, a calculating fire that told him she was in a league of her own.

Dom handed the money over to Draigen without a word. She in turn handed it over to Aiden, her eyes never leaving Dom's. "You want to know how I beat you?" She asked. Dom thought she might have been taunting him, but a quick look at her face told him otherwise. There was sincerity in the mossy depths of her eyes. "By all means, let me in on the secret."

"It's the way you drive." She explained quietly, leaning in so that no one else could hear. "You can't have a heavy foot when you blow your NOS, it's counter active. Try taking your foot off the gas for a split second before punching down again."

"Why are you telling me this?" Dom asked, his curiosity piqued. Draigen flashed him a siren's smile before answering. "Cause it'll be a fair match the next time I beat you." Dom threw his head back and laughed at her answer. If nothing else she was a fearless little thing. "We'll see about that Draigen. Feel free to drop in on us again sometime."

"It may be sooner than you like Toretto." Draigen warned him, mischief glowing in her eyes. Dom was about to ask her what she meant by that when a yell from the crowd caught everyone's attention. "COPS! We got cops!"

Running beside Jesse for his car, Leon caught one last glimpse of Draigen. The way she jumped in her car and fired up the engine made his blood boil. He could almost imagine her slender hands down-shifting as her car went screaming past him. The fact that a woman like that could drive a machine like that and still look like an innocent angel was enough to make his leather pants incredibly uncomfortable. "Leon get your head out of the fucking clouds and get us the hell outta here!" Jesse screamed at him. "Yeah, yeah, keep your shirt on brother!" Leon yelled, before he jumped into the car and revved the engine. "You think Dom and the others will be okay?" Jesse asked nervously as Leon shifted into gear and screamed out into the night. "They'll be fine Jess. Dom and Letty left before anyone else. Vince took off after him and Mia and Brian are right behind us. Everyone's fine." All the way home he prayed he was right.