I only own Frankie, any similarites are not meant to be. I don't own any thing from Fast and Furious and I really don't own Vince for as much as I wish I did.

I drink harder, play harder and race harder than most guys. Most people think I am nothing but a bad attitude topped with bad habits. People are usually talking about me, and rarely ever in a good way, but I could care less. The people in my town hardly ever approve of any thing I do or say. Knowing that just makes me act worse. I grew up hard and tough and don't plan on changing any time soon. I refuse to take anyone's crap. I talk shit and can back it up. I've been called a ball buster, and a bitch many times. What can I say trouble loves me, and I can't resist causing disapproving looks when I pull in. I have lived in the same small dust covered town since my mom ran off and my dad drank himself to death. Tustertin ain't much of a town though, more like a gas station and a church right off the highway.

I have been on my own since I was 16 and I have learned to love it. The only person I've ever been responsible for is myself and I like it that way. I've owned my dads auto shop since he died. The one thing my old man was good for was teaching me about cars. I was holding a wrench before I could walk. By the time I was 18 I had fixed up a nice 1977 Chevy Camero. It may not look like much on the outside, but she outruns half the fancy racecars at Racewars every time. I live for the weekends when I can go race. For that limited time from the start line to finish, I am truly free. Nobody judging or trying to control me. The only thing that matters is reaching that line before the car next to me, which usually isn't too hard.

But after the races are over its back to my small town to stir the pot some more with the church ladies. Even if I didn't have a bad attitude they still wouldn't approve of me. I was born on the wrong side of the tracks, come from a family that was no good. My long bright fire engine red hair, dark makeup, tattoos and piercings don't go over well with the ladies either. Needless to say I am not the girl they want their sons to bring home for dinner. But that's ok with me though, I'm not really a meet the parents kind of girl anyway. I'm more the party till dawn fool around in the back of my car then push the guy out of the car drive off kind of girl. The ladies think I drink too much, if they only knew what their own sons were doing. My life may nit be too interesting, but it works for me. I had settled for sending the old ladies spinning in circles, but what I didn't know was that pretty soon I wasn't going to be the only one causing those circles.

So this is just the beginning I know it's super short, please tell me if you like it so far. Please be gentle this is my first time. Vince's Pov next chapter for a while.