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A/N: I know this chapter doesn't have much Dotty, but trust me, I will have a lot more than I have in my other two. Like I said before, I have them in mind, I just have to get to them. Haha. So, be patient. Those moments will be appearing. I am also contemplating writing an entire chapter that centers around those two. I might and I might not. We just have to see if it adds to the story.


Pulling up into the dirt driveway, Emperatriz Sanchez came to a stop in Shayla's neon pink 1999 Chevy Corvette. Mia, Shayla, and Jesse stopping behind them in the Spaniard's Celica. Getting out, four Chihuahuas ran at them. Yapping up a storm until Shayla spoke, "Lo que ustedes cachorros ladrándole a?"

Hearing her voice, the Chihuahua's tails started wagging, waiting for the dark skinned woman to play with them.

"Chihuahuas from Chihuahua," Leon mused, putting his arm around Emperatriz's waist. "Kind of a cliché, don't ya think, Dawg?"

"I didn't know you knew what that word meant, Leon," Shayla called over her shoulder as she and Jesse made their way into the foyer of the home.

"Rosa?" She called out as she placed her purse on the coffee table. "Miguel?"

"Evita?" Came the voice of a teen no older than seventeen as he walked into the room. "Is that you?"

"It's me, Miguel," She replied, laughing as the teen pulled her into a tight hug. Pulling away from the Hispanic/African American teen, the dark skinned woman was confused, "What are you doing here with Abuelo Juan and not with your dad?"

"Well, kinda got in trouble with the law in Texas," he answered, his eyes looking anywhere but at his cousin. "So, the only way to keep me out of jail was to send me here."

"I'll have to talk to Abuelo Juan about this," She muttered before she noticed the confused looks on Leon's, Mia's, and Jesse's faces. "Oh, sorry about that. This-" She put her arm around Miguel's shoulders the best she could, "Is my cousin, Miguel Martinez."

"You have a big family, Shay," Mia commented, eyeing the raven haired teen.

"I only get along with a few of them, Mia," She replied, shaking her head before looking at the stairs. "Miguel, would you care to show them to their rooms?"

"Sure thing," he replied, laughing as he started to head downstairs. Before being stopped by his cousin.

"Triz and Leon get a room, Mia gets her own room, and show Jesse to my room," She told him so they wouldn't have to switch out later.

"Alright, Evita," He replied, laughing before he left with the rest of the team following.

Walking towards the archway, she went down the hall that led to Juan's study. Opening the door, she found Juan Martinez sitting at his desk. Manila folder in hand and his reading glasses on his nose.

"Abuelo Juan, I'm here," She said as she entered the room.

Looking up, his dark face seemed to brighten at the sight of his granddaughter.

"Dominic and Leticia were wondering when you would get here," He said, chuckling as he set the folder on the desk.

"Where are those two?" Shayla asked, tilting her head slightly. "I didn't see them when we pulled up."

"I believe Rosa dragged those two off to help her with something," the older Hispanic man replied, shaking his head with a smile. "I got a call from Bernardo about a half hour ago. He said he was bringing Yuki down."

"Do you know when they will arrive?"

"No I do not, Evita," Juan replied, sighing.

He stood up to grab a garment that was hanging from a rack near the window, "What's that, Abuelo Juan?"

"Rosa said she wants you to wear this tonight," He responded, handing her the garment. "She found it. It belonged to Corazón."

"Mom?" The ebony haired woman asked quietly.

Nodding, Juan went to sit at his desk once more, "Yes. And I do not know what she has planned for tonight, either. The only people she will let know are Dominic and Leticia. Miguel is helping. That's all I know. And that she said she will tell me when tonight gets here."

"Alright, I'm going to go downstairs," Shayla informed her grandfather. "Would you have Rosa send those two downstairs when she's done with them?"

"Sure thing, Evita," He responded, laughing before his granddaughter left his study.

Looking down at the manila folder, he sighed.

"Carlos, do you really have to make this so difficult?" He asked himself, running his hand through his slightly graying hair.

"Abuelo?" Miguel asked, confused as he walked inside. "What's wrong?"

"Carlos, he's demanding money again," the older man replied, putting the folder into one of the desk drawers before locking it.

"I thought you just paid him," Miguel stated, confused as he sat in one of the chairs across from Juan.

"I did," Juan answered, sighing. "He thinks someone is stealing from him."

"That's impossible," The Hispanic/African American teen said, baffled. "I make those deliveries myself and no one touches the bags."

"I know you do, Miguel," Juan Martinez said, running his hand through his hair. "He's the Mexican version of Reyes."

"That's for damn sure," the black haired teen muttered under his breath.

"Hey, watch that tongue, Boy," Juan said, his eyes locking with his grandson's.

Raising his hands in surrender, "Okay, okay, Abuelo," he said in his defense. "Why don't we get Evita to help?"

The older man shook his head, "No. She's not going to be a part of this. And neither is Emperatriz. Now get down to the downstairs library. You need to study for the upcoming semester."

"Fine, Abuelo," Miguel muttered, not happy with his grandfather's response as he got up and left the room.


Downstairs in the family room, the crew had just went through a tour of the lower half of the home.

"So, how do you like the house?" Shayla asked, laughing as she stood by the door to her room.

"Love it, Babe," Jesse replied, a smile on his face.

"I'll show you guys the garage tomorrow," the ebony haired woman added just as Dominic Toretto and Leticia Ortiz walked into the room.

"Finally get away from Rosa?" Emperatriz Sanchez asked, laughing as she plopped down onto the couch.

"Yes," Letty muttered. "That woman knows how to lock someone into something."

"That she does," Shayla commented, laughing.

"And Rosa said to tell you to change for dinner," Dom said to his friend. "Rosa said dinner would be ready in about thirty minutes."

Shayla nodded, "Alright. I'll be right back."

With that, the multicultural woman went into her room. Shutting the door behind her.

While she was in her room, two older Hispanic women entered the living area. One ushering the crew upstairs and into the dining area while the other waited on Shayla.

Sitting down at the simple yet elegant round table, each person was astonished at the simplicity of the design. Mainly earthy colors were used.

Juan Martinez walked into the room with Miguel not far behind, "I see Carmencita made sure everyone was here," He said, chuckling slightly as Miguel sat at the far end of the table. "Tonight's dinner was Rosa's idea. Seeing as she couldn't wait until Evita's birthday."

"Juan," Rosa called out from the archway. "Evita is ready."

Juan nodded, his dark brown eyes light as the older Hispanic woman stepped to the side. Shayla walking in.

Everyone from the team's eyes widened at the sight. Shayla Nyugen wore a dark, brick red skirt with a frilly white blouse. The designs were very simple but they were very pretty at the same time. They had never seen her wear a dress. Ever.

She smiled at her friends nervously as Rosa led her to a seat. In between her grandfather and Jesse.

As soon as Juan sat down, "Now, before anyone gets hasty, we pray before we eat."

Smiling, Shayla took her boyfriend's hand in hers as everyone joined hands. The head of the household saying the prayer.

As soon as it was said, everything settled into a normal routine. Just like when they were living in LA.

Juan sharing stories of Shayla and Emperatriz when they were children. Embarrassing stories.

Little did they know, this was going to be the last peaceful evening for a long while.