Rayleigh O'Conner

Age: 22

Height/Weight: 5'8 / 103lbs

Hair/Eye Color: Strawberry Blonde / Green

**Set Post The Fast and The Furious and Pre 2 Fast 2 Furious**Will loosely follow the movies**

Rayleigh had just gotten off the phone with her twin, Brian. He was in trouble, again, and from what she could tell from the cryptic phone message, it was over a girl. Wow what a shocker! Brian O'Conner was in trouble over a girl, yet again. He was making his way to Miami, but it would take him around three months to get here. He planned to take his time and be seen across the northern USA then be seen crossing into Canada, after this little stunt he would crash dive all the way to her houseboat.

The twins were extremely different but at the same time if someone really looked, really, really looked; they would see that for all the differences they had, they were pretty much the same person, except perhaps their views on cars. Brian was an import guy. The tuners are what he loves: Skyline, Supra or the Mitsubishi Eclipse that Johnny Tran blew up. But Rayleigh doesn't have a preference. Being a girl, looks of the car were just as important as what was under the hood; be it muscle or import.

However, Rayleigh, unlike her brother, knew how to keep her car in one piece. She even had a warehouse that she stored all her cars and her associates' cars. She had her racing cars a white '69 RS Camaro with two red strips down the middle, and a blue '67 Shelby GT 500 Mustang, both classic muscle cars but she also had imports she raced: '00 Honda Civic and a '95 Nissan 240SX. But her pride and joy, that she raced with the most often was her 2012 Lamborghini Aventador, which she had to put a lot of TLC into, not to mention green, to get it to racing shape. Her everyday driving car was a 2011 Nissan Pathfinder. No one would ever make her for a street racer in that grey SUV. Her cars are where she spent most of her money, and she made plenty. Between racing and the occasional money run across the border for the cartel, she wasn't hurting.

She had made her last run across the border last month after graduation. She had met the son of a cartel leader during the fall of sophomore year at the University of Texas. They had become friends, but Rayleigh would say they were "school friends," the kind you associate with at school but never hang out with outside of campus. That was until they bumped into each other at the local street race. Mateo Sanchez, the cartel boss's son, was the man who set up the races. The races were used to recruit new drivers every month. Mateo was highly impressed by Rayleigh's driving, so he informed his dad about her.

Rayleigh took the job on the condition she would always know exactly what was in her car. Most drivers only made the trip once, but Rayleigh was able to make the once a month trip for three years. The police never suspected her and the cartel learned why she had the nickname Diablo. Her daredevil stunts won her the respect of the cartel. The fact that Mateo had a crush helped some too. She would have still be making runs if it wasn't for her brother calling a month ago to tell her about his situation and asking for her advice.

Casimiro, Mateo's dad, had immediately understood her situation and let her leave with no ill will. He even gave her a number of his nephew to call. He would have all the info and help she would need to get settled in Miami, and the best part was he was not connected to the cartel. "Mi hija you are always welcomed aquí. Y ayuda está aquí siempre," *were Caimiro's parting words.

Through the nephew, she had gotten a job at Tej's garage, a place to stay, and since her new boss ran the street race scene, she had a way into it too. The nephew even let her put her warehouse in his name so her cars (and extra cash she kept) would be safe.

The first month was the hardest. Between setting up the warehouse, hiding her huge amount of cash, and adjusting from a relatively large studio apartment to a medium sized house boat, it was stressful. But the hardest was learning to trust Tej, Suki, and Jimmy. Rayleigh was never one for new people, but after the first street race, they were good in her book.

Rayleigh had just finished getting ready for the night. She had on black jeggings with a green flowy tank top that stopped right at the top of the jeggings in the front and hung loose over her butt. She had a white wife beater under it to cover more skin and paired the outfit with silver converse. She let her hair hang loose and wavy. She had on several little yarn bracelets on her right wrist, each one stood for a promise she made herself. And she had her rose gold watch on her left wrist. One of the only big ticket items she's ever bought that wasn't a car.

Rayleigh knew she would need to make arrangements for her brother to crash with her, but she still had two months to fix up the houseboat just a little, but right now she needed to leave if she was going to make the races tonight.

Carter Verone the A-typical bad boy of the Miami scene. At age 25 he ran a successful import/export company, four night clubs, and had a hand in most of the underground criminal activity. He collected fees from the street races, and the drug money was sent to him. Now he wasn't a drug dealer, or a drug lord for that matter. He just had several successful businesses that could be used to launder the money then wire it to off shore accounts for the cartels. But that brings him back to his current bad mood.

The feds were cracking down on people, especially people who were assumed to have ties to the drug world, which used off shore accounts or even just came in contact with them. For the past few days, all of his not-so-legal banking accounts had been slowly emptied until they were closed. He would have lost millions to account freezes if he didn't have people on the inside to warn him that the feds had drawn a big bull's eye around him. He would have to resort to using drivers to carry the money to a drop, which would be a pain in itself.

He had just went over his options with some of his 'business partners,' or employees, whichever way they viewed themselves was fine with him. Either way, he was the one paying them. He had downed a bottle of Champaign by himself, now he set in the back of his Cadillac Escalade, not even feeling the effects of the alcohol, but had a growing migraine from the stress of the past couple of days. Normally the VIP section at Pearl was where he relaxed, but he had just left there and feels like he was just left from prison or the dentist. Both were equally painful in his opinion, considering he had never been to either. He just wanted to relax and forget the stress, and stay out of the limelight. A street race would be the perfect opportunity. The people would focus on the drivers, he could focus on the drivers and people watch, one of his favorite past times. Plus set up a meeting with Tej to pick out a few drivers for a little test he had for the money drops. Yes that's sounds just perfect.

"Roberto! Enrique! Are there any races tonight?" Carter called from the backseat.

The bodyguards looked at each other. Roberto, the one driving, shrugged. He didn't really keep up with the races as much. "Yes. There is one tonight. I think they are having four heats if I'm not mistaken Señor Verone." Enrique replied looking at his boss.

"Good. Let's go then." Carter said lighting a cigar.

"Have you heard about the new driver, Señor? El Diablo. She is supposed to be muy bueno. The best any one has seen in a long time. Undefeated too." Enrique questioned.

"Ah, I have heard murmurs of a racer like that. Hopefully Diablo will be there tonight and we will be able to see just what the racer is capable of doing." Verone replied thoughtfully.

Rayleigh was the third racer of the first heat to show up. She picked the far left lane to start the race. They were waiting on Dodger to show up and the others to finish blocking off the street. Tej had informed her that the scanners where all clear for the night. Budget cuts had cut the number of cops patrolling at night, and they mostly stuck near the extremely bad neighborhoods and the businesses, so tonight they shouldn't have to worry about attracting any unwanted attention since they were far enough away from both.

"Ray! Suki wants to up the buy in price tonight." Tej called as he walked over to her. "And seeing as how you are not running your Lambo again.." he trailed off looking at the blue '95 Nissan 240SX with silver flames across the bottom.

"You know I'm good for whatever, Tej." Rayleigh replied with a smirk. "And the Lambo is my baby. I've always wanted one, now I got it. It's hard to choose another car over it, but if I don't use the other cars I have they won't stay in racing shape. You know that." She added handing him the $4,000.

Verone arrived to see that there were only three cars on the line. Two right next to each other a gap for another car, then the blue one, with a very pretty driver leaning on the hood. He could see Tej walking away from her counting money. He had collected the other drivers' money and was calling for someone to step up to the line when the last driver flew in to a screeching stop.

"I'm here! I'm here!" Dodger yelled climbing from his car. "Here's my tres y cinco." He said handing over a wad of cash to Tej.

"Na my man. Its cuatro or bounce off the line." Tej said.

Rayleigh watched as the two men went back and forth about the change in fee. She smirked knowing that Dodger would pay, he always did. She scanned to crowd to see who all had made it out for the first heat. Normally she didn't run the first heat, but Tej needed a driver after someone dropped out just an hour before the race, so she jumped at the chance naturally. She saw the same ole same ole people. The bad boys, the race bunnies who were almost naked, and the couple of wannabe rich kids, everything was like usual. She had been watching these two teens shove each other over something she couldn't hear when she spotted a man she had never seen before out of the corner of her eye. He was puffing on a cigar, dressed in blue slacks with a black button up shirt tucked in, and he sported short curly brown hair. He was very hot to say the least, but Rayleigh's never been one to stare so she kept her gaze moving, but slowing slightly over him just to find him staring at her. She locked eyes for a few seconds, he smirked, and so she just cocked an eye brow, held the gaze for another second and kept scanning the crowd.

Tej called for the drivers to be ready. Rayleigh climbed into her car and started the motor. She waited as Tej pointed and asked each driver "Ready?!" When it was her turn, she revved her engine. She watched as Tej raised his arms, held them there for a millisecond, and dropped them. "GO!" All four cars took off. Everyone watched as they sped down the straight away to the first turn. Carlos was the first to reach it, followed extremely close by Rayleigh. Then Dodger and Suki were the last to round it. The crowd was cheering as they made the turn and disappeared.

Tej had been crossed to the other side to where he had spotted Verone. He counted out four thousand and handed it over to Verone when he finally reached him. "Here's your cut, 4 large. That was the buy in for this heat."

"That's a lot higher than the normal fee." Verone replied as he counted the money and handed it off to Enrique.

"Got the top four racing tonight: Dodger, Carlos, Suki, and Diablo makes for one hell of a buy in and a payout. Whoever wins will get ten stacks tonight. That's the biggest I've ever handled. And I personally hope Diablo wins." Tej said as people passed by him making their bets.

"Why? I thought you didn't care who won as long as you got paid?" Verone asked taking interest in that statement.

"Diablo gives a stack back as what she calls a 'finder's fee'." Tej replied with a smile. "She only races when I call her. Very rarely does she call for a race, but she's become so popular that people want her on the line every week, but it's hard to find people to race her."

"Ah. Interesting." Verone replied. As he turned to see the cars fly around the last turn about a mile away.

"Here they come. Carlos is ahead right now." Tej said absent mindedly walking off towards the finish line with his phone ready to tape the last seconds.

Carlos had been blocking her whole race. Taking the last turn a little too wide gave Rayleigh the advantage she needed. She pulled up beside him and shifted gears, she was running 130 mph. She could see the finish line about ¾ miles away. Carlos and she were neck and neck, trading the lead back and forth. About half a mile away, she looked over and saw Carlos smirk. "Adiós Diablo!" She watched as he hit the NOS button and flew away.

"Way too soon, Carlos. Way too soon." Rayleigh said to herself. She waited a few more seconds and hit her NOS button. She caught up with him at a quarter mile to go. She shifted one more time. 'Ten seconds. Just ten seconds and it's yours!' she reminded herself. She looked down to see she was doing over 190 mph. She pulled ahead by a half a car length as she flew over the finish line. She slammed on the brakes and turned the wheel to slide sideways. The crowd always loved that move.

"Your winner is El Diablo!" Tej announced. "This girl right here just won ten stacks ladies and gentleman.

"Thanks Tej." Rayleigh replied and she handed him the stack on top. "Finder's fee, bro."

"This is what you call appreciation. Some of you need to fall in line and take some lessons."

Rayleigh had walked back to her car and deposited the money in the console. She had just reappeared when a teen in a hoodie had gotten everyone's attention by yelling out. "Yo, Diablo! Where do you plan on celebrating tonight?"

She leaned on her car and looked at Tej. They both had the same thoughts 'Guess there's only one heat happening tonight.' Granted it was already past 11 when they started, but they normally went well into the night racing. She shrugged and silently asked Tej where to go. "Inferno!" Tej replied to the unasked question. Rayleigh smirked at the poorly hidden play on words.

She looked back to the gathering crowd that was waiting on her answer with baiting breath. "Club Inferno!" She yelled and smirked as the crowd roared and turned to leave, no doubt making their way to Inferno. She got into her car to make her way to the club also. She hasn't ever been one for drinking or socializing for that matter. But the high she had right now after that amazing race she figured she could party for an hour or two before headed home to work on the houseboat or a drawing a new design for a car she planned to purchase for her brother.

Carter smirked as he climbed into his Escalade. Inferno was one of his clubs. Not a privileged club like Club Pearl, one that was more accessible to the normal crowd. It held a dance floor, but also had pool tables in the back, with the VIP lounge on the main floor opposite the pool tables. The huge bar that made a U and connected to the back wall is what separated the VIP from the pool tables.

Carter couldn't wait to find out more about this El Diablo. He definitely thought she qualified to be one of his drivers, possibly more if he played his cards right.

"Where to boss?" Roberto asked pulling him from his thoughts.

"Let's head to Inferno. I want to see more of this El Diablo." Carter replied.

Word Count: 2,864

Translations:

*My daughter you are always welcomed here. And help is always here.

Señor- Mister

Muy Bien- Very Good/Well

El Diablo- The devil

Adiós-Goodbye

I know the bodyguards mostly speak in Spanish, but it would be hard for the readers who don't know Spanish to follow along, so I try to only use a couple words/phrases that most people know.