~Chapter 1~

My name is Cazara 'Cazzy' Monroe. I am 21 and I live in Los Angeles, California. I had two lives I guess. One was the loyal daughter of Morgan Monroe, the owner of the largest car business in California. I was a good girl, the one who held her tongue and didn't speak unless spoken to. I went to school in the morning and then came home. And then I was the girl who could get the best racing cars for Dominic Toretto, the most respected man slash ex-convict in LA. He and his group participated in illegal racing which somehow excited me. Dom let me join his group when I was nineteen. I proved useful and soon he and all of his friends accepted and trusted me. My family didn't know where I went after school, but if I came home sober, healthy, and not with a criminal record they didn't much care. Image was more of their thing. Father gave me whatever I asked and the only thing I asked for were cars imported from all over the world. Dom knew my life and never judged me too much for having a "rich" life. I never acted stuck up or snobby, so he remained positive around me. All my friends did. This was the life I led.

It was Friday and I was with Jesse in Dom's garage. I was in a black tank and cargo jeans, my black hair pulled back. It was hot today and I couldn't stop my milk chocolate skin from sweating anymore than it already was. Jess was nose deep in a car I had gotten the group and I only watched him. It was a nice silver car with black stripes. I didn't know much about cars really. Normally people give me an envelope with what car they want and I give it to my father and he gets it.

"So excited about tonight?" I asked him. Tonight there was going to be another race. Jess lifted his head with a smile.

"Are you kidding me of course I am. I mean this car you got us here is going to win us big money baby. Where did it come from?" he asked. I smiled.

"Brazil." I replied. He smiled lighting a cigarette.

"This car's going to be fast." he said.

"I wonder who's good enough to ride it though." A male voice was heard. I turned towards the garage entrance to see it was Leon. He smiled down at me.

"Hi." I said lightly and he came over hugged my shoulder, kissing my forehead.

"Hey lovely." he replied. "So who's going to be representing this baby?" I shrugged.

"Dom might drive it, but I am hoping Letty drives it or Vince. They both look like they can handle it." I told.

"Oh and I can't?" I heard Dom say as he came in from inside the house. Leon made a playful nervous face and looked away. I smiled at him.

"You are known to wreck cars that you drive. I can't risk that if my father decides he wants to see the car he got for me." I told and he chuckled and patted Leon's back.

"Well be ready to go at ten," he told and we all nodded, "Jess how's that car coming?"

Jess smiled.

"It's ready. You can drive it there." he told and Dom smirked at me.

"Don't worry Cazzy, I'll keep your car safe so daddy won't suspect anything." he teased. I rolled my eyes and smiled.

"Fine fine." I said. "Where's Letty and Vince?" Dom motioned his head at the garage.

"Getting groceries with Mia and Brian, they should be back soon." he said. I nodded and looked over at Leon who was checking himself out in the mirror and I silently smiled and he saw me in the mirror and laughed as well. I felt my phone suddenly vibrate and I checked it to see it was a text from my mom.

'Where are you?' it asked. I gave a simple reply.

'With my friends.' I got a quick reply.

'Come home please.' I sighed and Leon looked at me as if already knowing.

"You gotta go?" he asked and I nodded standing up and stretching.

"Yes. Mother requests me." I said and he nodded giving me a quick hug. Dom took my spot in the chair I was sitting in.

"Alright Cazzy just be sure to get back here so we can all ride down into town." he instructed. I nodded.

"Understood. Bye Jesse." I told waving at him and he smiled.

"Bye Cazzy." he said happily and I left out the garage to my car which was a blue Ford Mustang I was given to me on my seventeenth birthday. I got in and backed out of the driveway and then I headed down the road and out the neighborhood. The car drove smoothly and I let the window down feeling the warmth of the air hit my face. As I drove I began to think of short cuts I could take to get home faster. I didn't want to waste gas. The only thing I could think of was through Tran's territory. I cringed at that name. Tran. Johnny Tran. He and his little Chinese group were not very friendly with Dom and our group. Worst of all I had a run in with him on two separate occasions. One: a big accident that should have never happened and two: our fathers being business partners and so I had to publicly respect him. If number one hadn't happened, number two would be an easy thing. Against my better judgment I decided to drive through his territory.