(A/N) Hi guys! This is my first F&F fanfic, I had an urge and started writing when I should really be studying for my last exam. Aw well! Review if you liked it, it's just a little intro :)
She met the head of the family the first day she went undercover. Dominic Toretto. She was briefed on their small family businesses, a café and garage and she saw the perfect opportunity to gain an in with the group. At least, that was what Mona told herself as she totalled her car, for the mission.
She pulled up to the small but busy garage, where oil covered, sweaty guys worked under cars or bent over to get a better look at the engine, all while Mona got a better look at their tail end. She cocked an eyebrow and tried to suppress a smirk, she was going to enjoy this operation, very much so.
She pushed the emotions aside and got ready to play the damsel in distress, sporting her 'oh-woe-is-me' face. She parked the car not far from the entrance of the garage, thinking she could get one of the guys alone, it was easier to get into the group that way.
She quickly jogged to the nearest mechanic, one she recognised as a young kid, Jesse, from the Toretto files she had memorised and started to explain what happened to her car, trying her best to appear genuinely shaken. The poor guy looked shaken by her sudden appearance and tried to show her to the main man, the family ring leader himself. She nodded to him and hurried off, keeping up the act she had going.
"I'm sorry to bother you but I just crashed my car and I really need some help, it's such a mess and I didn't know where else to go! I'm new in town and I took a wrong turn and ended up running into a pole and now my car is wrecked! Oh God!" She rushed through her lie and tried to act shaken and panicked. It seemed to work because the well-built, bald guy straightened from his position, bent over the front of a car, with his hand buried in the car's engine. He quirked an eyebrow at the sudden onslaught of information and wiped his hands off on a rag sitting on a nearby tool bench.
"Where's the car?" He asked simply in a deep, rumbling voice and he motioned for her to lead the way. She quickly led him out to her car, shooting him glances over her shoulder. Her strides were short and conveyed her 'panic', but his were long, calm and confident.
"See? It's a mess! Can you help me, please?" She pleaded with him, placing her hands on his strong arms, attempting to look into his eyes while he surveyed the damage done on the car. His brow was furrowed in concentration, but slowly, he nodded.
His eyes moved from the car to meet hers, and she felt her insides turn to mush. His eyes were a beautiful chocolate brown, rich and dark. She licked her lips instinctively, her grip momentarily tightening on his forearm.
"It may take a few days, you really did a number on it." He said, deep voice reverberating through her and making her shiver, despite the warm California weather.
"Thank you!" She cried, flinging her arms around the tall man's neck, though she had to stretch to reach. He hesitantly patted her back, like she was a child and then drew away from her. "I'll call round tomorrow to see how you're getting on, can't be away from my baby too long."
"This is how you treat 'your baby'? I'd hate to see how you treat your enemies," He joked, though he really would when she thought about it. She could be ruthless, violent and very, very dangerous when she wanted to be. She laughed nevertheless.
"I'm Mona, by the way, Mona Jones. I didn't really introduce myself before," She said, almost sheepishly. He nodded and held out a hand to her.
"Dominic Toretto, but you can call me Dom, everyone else does." He replied, flashing her a small smile.
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Dom, I guess I should let you get to work on my baby. Be careful with her!" She smirked at him and handed him the car keys, her last sentence gaining a chuckle from him. He looked back to the wrecked car as she walked away.
"Who in the hell was that whirlwind?" Jesse questioned when Dom got out of the car he'd just moved into the garage. He shrugged his shoulders in reply.
"Whoever she is, she's got damn good taste in cars." Jesse stated as he looked over the totalled Dodge Challenger, "But maybe she isn't the greatest driver in the world." Dom nodded in agreement, then got stuck into work.
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