A new neighbor moves in across from the Fort and already, she's causing a stir among the single males. She's hot and a racer to boot. In quick order, she becomes a part of Team Toretto, gaining things she never had, family, friends, even a lover. Then Kira's past comes calling. Tired of running, she stands and fights. Using Tran's Honda she had won in Race Wars, they enlist the help of Johnny Tran and his crew. From there, Kira ends up mending a relationship that had long since been broken as she forges one truer than the one she had before. Tran /OFC Some Vince/ OFC
Chapter 1
Directing the trailer that contained my car and bike carefully into the spot next to the garage with my gleaming red Chevy Silverado, I shut it down and sighed.
"Home sweet home. At least for a while, huh girl?" Yeah, I talked to the truck. It's what happens when you have no one else to talk to, especially for a long time. You end up talking to inanimate objects. But this truck has been everywhere with me, especially as I tried to run from my past and the trouble I was trying to avoid. I had one hell of a past and I didn't want to get into it. It was nothing illegal though. Just family problems. Major family problems.
Maybe I should tell you who I am before this particular story begins. My name's Kira, Kira Santoro. I'm a 22-year-old adrenaline junkie. And to get my adrenaline fix, I race. Not NASCAR race, street race.
American by birth, I could easily be mistaken for Hispanic since my mother was Spanish. Or so I was told anyway. I never knew her, having been put up for adoption as soon as I was born. Due to my tendency to get into fights, I was often bounced from one foster home to another until finally I was placed with a family whose biological son street raced in secret. I had caught him at it and instead of telling his parents, had blackmailed him into teaching me. Not pleased at being blackmailed, he had agreed anyway, first teaching me about cars since I had been so young. When it got to the point where I was able to sneak out, he would take me with him and I learned about the underground race world. In the midst of fast cars, loud music, hot guys, and beautiful women, I finally found my niche. I was a street racer. I felt like I belonged, like I was finally home. Amid the street crowd, I became everybody's little sister and I absorbed knowledge like a sponge, learning everything I could. At sixteen, he taught me how to drive and at night he'd teach me how to street race. Everything was perfect after that. Together, the both of us pulled in enough money to send us both to college.
Then came that fateful night I found out my adoptive brother was dealing in things on the side besides racing. Without any of us knowing, he had been dealing in drugs. He ended up royally screwing up a run and in retaliation, his drug boss had come after his family, murdering his parents and wounding me. He had gotten there in time to save me only to sacrifice his life in helping me to get away. The car I carried in the trailer had been his. A Mitsubishi Eclipse. She had been the fastest thing in Miami until I had been forced to run. For years, I've been running from place to place, trying to keep one step ahead of that boss and his lackies, to keep my skin intact. To him, I knew I was a loose end and he was coming after me to take care of that loose end. I still raced, if only to keep gas in all three tanks and keep the triple set of wheels running.
Even now, the Eclipse needed work done. They had almost caught me and Reaper had paid the price. They had tried to t-bone me and she now needed serious cosmetic work. I was here in LA to attempt to get up enough cash to fix the damage. For now, I would rely on my Yamaha and see if I could find anything interesting.
Even though I hadn't wanted to tell you my complete story, I guess I did anyway. And I lied, it had been illegal, but none of it was my doing. I know street racing is illegal, but there are worse ways to acquire money.
With another sigh, I place my ruby tinted wraparound sunglasses on my nose and climb out of the truck. Engines catch my attention and I look up the street in time to see five cars I know are street racers pull into the driveway across from me. RX- 7 in the lead, three I'm not familiar with and a Jetta brings up the rear. Not a bad bunch. Going to the trailer and the door in the side, I maneuver my bike into the open. Before I shut the door, I reach inside and retrieved my helmet. Guiding Diablo to the driveway, I fix my helmet in place before mounting her. Dimly, I hear a wolf whistle and know I've caught somebody's attention across the street. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch the scruffy looking male that had emerged from the blue car watching me. I crank Diablo and let her roar. The rest of them turn to check out the source of the noise. Easing off the brake, I let her roll down the driveway to the street. Once into the street, I peeled out, just to show off, pulling a wheelie as I did. With Diablo, I liked to show off for the guys.
Seeing the mystery hottie peel out, pulling a wheelie as she did, Vince swore. "Damn! Did you see that?"
"When did the Kanes move out?" Jesse asked, curious.
"Evidently when we weren't paying attention." Leon replied. "She was hot."
Vince bumped fists with him. "I know that's right."
With his arm around Letty, Dom looked over the three males, knowing two of which were thinking the same thing. Mine. He wasn't completely sure if Jesse was thinking along the same lines or not. The kid could be hard to read sometimes.
He wondered if the new neighbor knew what she was getting into tempting these three. He'd have to invite her over and see what happens.
And here's my second complete FF fic. I think it's pretty good. Let me know what you guys think.