Sugar Spice and Everything not so Nice 01
Alright, this story is a love story between Allaire and Dom. It takes place after the newest Fast and Furious movie that comes out in April. Brian and Dom teamed up to take down a drug ring and in exchange Dom's record was wiped clean along with his crew's. He's now living in L.A. again back in his old house and is once again king of the streets. Read and Review. I hope you like it.
Allaire Velez walked down the hall of her family's mansion, her open toed wedge heels clicking against the geometric, extremely expensive, tile beneath her. Her shoulder length slightly wavy dark hair was pulled back in a high ponytail and a pair of black aviator sunglasses shielded her equally dark eyes from the piercing sun as she stepped out onto her home's circular paved driveway. A black 2009 Hayabusa Bike was sitting there, waiting for her.
"So you're finally leaving huh?" sounded the slightly cocky tone of Axton Velez, Allaire's twin brother. He leaned against one of the nearby walls, eating a pear with a… hunting knife. Yep, that was the kind of guy he was.
"You going to try and stop me?" Allaire asked with narrowed eyes, she was fully prepared to beat the shit out of her brother if necessary. Axton merely shrugged with a nonchalant look on his face. He didn't really care. Allaire had been mentally gone for years now it was about time she physically left. Besides if she left he'd finally stop getting made fun of for beginning two minutes younger than his sister, 'two minutes of fantastic' as Allaire put it.
"I have no intention of it, but watch out for mom and dad," He responded. Allaire didn't have time to ask what a he meant when her tear stained and distressed mother ran out of the house, crying in Spanish. She pulled her daughter into a tight hug, sobbing.
"Why Allie, Darling?" She moaned and Allaire couldn't help smile. Her mother had always been overly emotionally, whether it was anger or sadness she always went completely over board. "Did I do something to make you hate me?" She demanded. Clara Velez wasn't who you'd expect to be married to Allaire's father. Most of the high class women her were so pumped full of chemicals that every time they tried to smile their eyes would twitch in this creepy way that reminded Allaire of a horror movie. No, Clara was always kind, forcibly giving half of her father's income to charity, which was unimaginable considering Allaire's father's line of work. But that's why she was leaving; she didn't want to go into the family business. It wasn't like she could just say no, even if she didn't take over with her brother like her father wanted she'd always be a Velez, the daughter of the almighty and dangerous Crusoe Velez the biggest drug lord in Puerto Rico, The man who provided drugs for almost all the gangs in the Western Hemisphere. Allaire needed to get out before she was sucked into something she just didn't want to be a part of.
"Of course not mummy," Allaire said softly as she hugged her mother tightly, "I just need to…"
"Be on your own, I know, I know," Allaire mother said sniffling, "I swear you are just like your father, except for the drugs of course." Allaire, no matter how many times she heard the story, couldn't understand why in the world her mother, a down to earth saint, would love her father, a drug running murder. But she guessed cupid didn't really care about people's professions. "Alright sweetie," Allaire's mother said wiping away her tears, "If you want to be on your own I understand. You're twenty-eight. It's about time you got your own life… but let's get something straight. It doesn't matter where you move, it could be Antarctica for all I care, but you better meet yourself a Bo because I want grand babies and we both know your brother is hopeless."
"Please, Clara. I just found out my baby girl is leaving home. I don't need to be thinking about her having any babies just yet," came the strong gruff voice of Allaire's father, Crusoe. His dark skin crinkled on his face as he smiled and hugged his daughter lightly. Allaire knew her father was a bad guy, he killed anyone who got in his way, ran drugs, and feed off the people, but she couldn't help but love him unconditionally. He had always taken care of her, at times a little too well, but she just couldn't do the things he did. Breaking the law was one thing but being responsible for the loss of people's lives was a completely different thing and Allaire couldn't handle that.
"Sorry daddy," Allaire said into the hug and her father merely chuckled softly. He pulled away and smiled a big warm smile at his child.
"Its fine sweetie, to be honest I've expected this for some time. I just want you know, no matter what you do, we will always be here for you," He said and placed his hands on Allaire's shoulders, "Do you know where you'll go?"
"I was thinking the States, L.A. maybe. I hear they have a good racing scene up there," Allaire said with a shrug, her family was fully aware of her speed addiction. She had been hanging around garages since she was eight and she had built her first car when she was thirteen. She had always been and always would be a hard core grease monkey. She would take hundred thousand dollar engines apart just to see how fast she could put them back together and her father fed her obsession like oxygen to a flame. He built her a custom garage in the basement with state of the art equipment and the best parts money could buy. All of Allaire's friends got their cars from her and went to her for any mechanical problems they had. Allaire had run basically every garage in town out of business. And after hearing that she planned to move to one of the biggest cities for street racing her father burst into a roaring laughter and clapped his hand on his daughter's shoulder.
"That's my girl," He chuckled, "Moving to a place just because they break the law there; I knew I raised you right. I know a few people there; I'll have them set up some things for you." A dark stare from Allaire made him chuckle. Allaire had always been hard headed when it came to charity, she always wanted to do things on her own without help, a trait she inherited from her father. "Don't worry dear, I won't do much. Just a house and I'll transport your things. You can find a job and money on your own. If you want you can even pay me back once you've settled in," he assured her and Allaire's face softened. Allaire smiled and bid her parents and her twin brother one more goodbye before getting on her bike and leaving before she had a chance to change her mind.
When she arrived at the airport people stopped to look. People took her bags and lead her to her plane where she was lead to the first class even though she had bought a coach ticket. A group of people even got up and let her have a circle of seats to herself. The staff brought her the best food on board and the best wine they had, free of charge. That's what it was like to be a Velez. Half the people were so scared of Allaire's father that they thought they had to keep her as happy as possible and other half hoped that of they kept her happy she'd put a good word in for them. She knew what people thought, life had to perfect, but after twenty eight years of having people waiting hand and foot on her and not knowing who really liked her or just liked her last name Allaire was fed up. She wanted to go somewhere where she could be slightly normal, where everyone didn't know who she was, a place where she could belong.
The seven hour trip had been long and tiring, Allaire had gotten so sick of the stewardesses constantly asking if she needed something she finally snapped and told them to leave her alone, they did. When she had finally arrived in the states customs had been vicious, if she had been traveling under the name Velez she was sure one of the custom officers her father owned would have gotten her threw in minutes, but that would have meant someone would have known she was in L.A. and she would have none of that. Instead Allaire was traveling under her mother's name, Ligon, Allaire Ligon. After an hour of standing in god awful lines Allaire was heading down to baggage to get her bags. Once down there she found out the bags from her flight had already come around and none had been left behind, some had taken her bags. Tired, cranky, and severely pissed off Allaire headed toward the exit, ready to murder the first person she saw with bags even slightly similar to hers. Or so she thought.
Standing if the center of the airport lobby Allaire saw a set of familiar luggage sitting next to an even more familiar face, Allaire squealed happily and ran to tackle the man in a hug.
"Uncle Tony!" She exclaimed happily and she received a hug from the slightly startled man, "It's so good to see you. I didn't know you were living in L.A." Tony was a former F.B.I. agent who had been in charge of investing her father long before Allaire was even born. Her father had managed to flip him and had even put him in charge of his clean businesses, restaurants, banks, hospitals, and every other establishment he owned. Tony and her father had been best friends ever since and Tony had played and major role in Allaire's childhood, having been the first person to take her to a garage. He had retired three years ago after working for Crusoe Velez for thirty years. He was a tall man with grey black speckled hair and a kind look about him, he had put on some weight since his F.B.I. days but Allaire knew even now he was a force to be reckoned with.
"Well I tried moving up north but it was too damn cold. Your father called me and told me you were moving down here and I promised I'd keep an eye on you," Tony said with a big grin earning a roll of the eyes from Allaire.
"I'm a big girl now Uncle Tony. I don't need you to babysit me," Allaire said cockily and turned away from her non-biological uncle.
"Yes but have you ever bought a house before?" Tony asked slyly from behind her and Allaire's face fell. She sighed and turned to follow Tony out of the airport bags in tow.
"You can help me buy a house but that's it! Nothing else, understand me!" She shouted after the middle aged man he just laughed and led her to the parking lot. He led her to a black Aston Martin with tinted windows.
"Aston Martin?" Allaire asked with a smug look, Tony shrugged.
"I was originally born in Britain darling," He informed her before getting into the driver's seat, "Come on I took it upon myself to find a house you'll like."
"How do you know what kind of house I would like," Allaire retorted sharply. Tony lowered the window and looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"I've known you since you born, I think I have some idea about your house taste," He stated and rolled the window back up.
Allaire sighed and put her bags in the bag, most of her stuff was being shipped from Puerto Rico. She had hoped she could find a place before it got there, but Tony had taken care of that problem. This house he picked out better have room for her babies, because if it didn't Allaire would be very upset, very, very upset. She had a feeling that things here were going to be very interesting, maybe a little to interesting, so much for an average and normal life.