**words in italics are thoughts**


Rayleigh pulled up to Club Inferno and grabbed her white leather short sleeve jacket and put it on. She thought adding the jacket dressed up her look just enough for the club. She walked inside and made for the bar, but she was spotted and everyone started cheering. She had to fist bump and one-arm hug her way to the bar.

"Well, what can I get the infamous El Diablo?" Mike, the bartender, asked as he slug the towel he just wiped the bar down with over his shoulder.

"Corona." Rayleigh replied as she crossed her arms to lean forward on the bar. Mike turned to grab her beer from the tub of ice that acted as one of the counters along the wall. Rayleigh watched as his muscles stretched and contracted under his shirt with each movement. He wore an orange shirt that fit like a second skin with the word 'BARTENDER' across the shoulders with his name on his left breast. His faded blue jeans hung off his hips just right. He had his short brown hair spiked leaning slightly to the left. When he turned back around with the Corona, he saw her watching him so he lifted the edge of his shirt wrapped it around the top and twisted. He gave her a nice view of his six pack. When he leaned into the bar and passed her drink over, she met his molten honey eyes and knew she had been caught undressing him with her eyes. And that smirk he wore promised extremely sinful things.

She reached across grabbed the bottle from him, brushing his fingers with hers while never breaking eye contact and smirked back. She took a pull from the bottle still not looking away from him. "You know, I have a break in an hour if you want to dance." Mike said as he leaned closer to her across the bar.

"You got it, if I'm still here in an hour." Rayleigh said. She winks at him, turns and heads towards the pool tables. The whole club scene isn't her thing, but she does like to have a good time. She knew she would definitely stick around for that dance, and hopefully a little more. She hasn't had sex since she left Texas. Rayleigh may not be the girl that sleeps around, hell she doesn't even like one night stands, but she'd break her rules once to get a little stress relief.

Tej and Suki met her at the pool tables. "Up for a pool game?" Ray asked them.

"Girl, you know I ain't any good at this game." Suki replied. "But for the right place Tej will probably play you."

"Alright Tej, put your money where your mouth is and break." Rayleigh smirked as she grabbed her pool cue "prepare to lose your money Tej."


Carter watch from the VIP section as the girl he had eyes on at the race basically make eye love with the bartender's body. Being the possessive bastard he was, he was beyond pissed. The girl may not even know who he was, but she was in his club. She shouldn't be trying to bang the help, but him! That bartender may have an extremely buff boxer's body, but he was built like a swimmer. He could last a long time where that thing would probably go for the quick knock out. He knew what he wanted and he wanted it now, but he also knew not to jump in feet first without having the whole picture. So for now, he would sit back watch, brew, and plan. That girl would be his before it was said and done.


Ray had nearly taken back all the money she gave Tej in two games of pool. It wasn't her fault. Tej doesn't like to lose, and immediately called for double or nothing when Rayleigh knocked the 8 ball in the first time. She could hear Tej praying under his breath for her to miss this shot. She was lining up to sink the 8 ball for the second time. She looked over her shoulder at him, winked, and sunk the shot. "Better luck next time bro." Rayleigh smirked as she shook Tej's hand.

"Do you always have to win?" Tej said as he placed their pool cues back on the wall.

Raleigh just chuckled as she caught Mike making his way over to her. "Yeah. Hey is there anything about this Mike guy I need to know about?" She asked them as she turned back to face them.

"Nah, he's a pretty good stand up guy." Tej replied. "Why?"

"He asked for a dance and well..." Rayleigh said as she smirked his direction as he made it to the entrance to the tables and started scanning for her.

"Oh! I get it! A girl got her needs! I have never heard anything bad about him, but he is a player." Suki giggled.

"Well I'm a damn good player too." Rayleigh winked.

"You ready for that dance?" Mike asked with an extended hand.

"Yep." Rayleigh took his hand and let him lead her to the center of the dance floor. Pony by Ginuwine started to play and the few people that weren't already on the dance floor rushed to join the fun. Mike pulled her back against him by her hips and they started to grind to the beat. It didn't take a minute for someone to start grinding back into Rayleigh. By the middle of the song, everyone was grinding on everyone, like a big clothed orgy.


Carter Verone had never seen anything more appetizing in his entire life. He had to cross his legs to hide the growing hard on the sight from the dance floor was giving him. To think he had tried to get the DJ to start playing the newer stuff, like dubstep. He would have never seen that if the DJ had listened. The way her hips moved to the beat was way too damn sexy. The look on all the faces dancing next to her spoke volumes too. They wanted her as much as he wanted her. As the song ended, he'd thought he'd cum just by the sight of that grin on her face as she looked back at that damn bartender. She opened her mouth to speak, but he seen her look at her phone, say something to the bartender, and then head towards the door. She left. She actually left. He had sat around all night planning his move to only miss his chance at least learning her real name. Time to find Tej and talk business; he definitely wanted her to be among the racers who came by for a job.


As the song started to end, Rayleigh knew that she definitely wanted to go back to Mike's place for a round, maybe two if he could handle it. She turned grinning at him only to feel her phone vibrate in her front pocket. She pulled it out to find Frosty on the caller ID. Damn bro, seriously bad timing. She thought as she turned to excuse herself from Mike. Guess I'm not getting laid tonight after all. She headed toward the entrance of the club. As soon as she hit the outside of the club, she answered her phone.

"Hey Frost, what's up?" Rayleigh asked as she made her way to her car. The last time she had talked to her brother had been a month earlier when she finally made it to Miami.

"I'm going to meet up sooner than I thought. They got close in New York when I tried to cross the border into Quebec. I should be there in less than two weeks. I'd be there a hell of a lot sooner but I need to ditch my car," was the rushed reply from Brian before the line went dead. Well since sex was out of the question for Rayleigh, she figured she could go and finish the car she bought for Brian, and then start arranging things around in the houseboat to accommodate both of them.


"Roberto, go and invite Tej to have a drink with me. We need to discuss business." Carter called to one of his bodyguards as he lit another cigar. Carter puffed on his cigar as he watched his bodyguard fetch Tej. He mentally went over a check list of things he needed to discuss with the race organizer. The main thing was getting names for Monica to contact about the job openings he had.

While watching that racing girl at the club, he had decided that if she really was the best Miami had to offer, that he needed his own personal driver who could also lead the three man team to do the money drops. That would help with the problem he had with Monica, especially since this was one of the rare nights she was nowhere to be found; probably reporting back to Customs if he had to guess though.

She made it all too clear she was an agent. It took him some time, around two months, to figure out which agency she was with, but he smelt the honey trap as soon as she walked through the doors at Pearl. By the way she was dressed, and continues to dress, they seriously doubted his taste. He never really went for the overly provocative women; they were great for sex but not a serious relationship. Needless to say he never slept with her, even though she made it too obvious that is exactly what she wanted, but he did play with her. Dropping hints, subtle touches, standing to close or fully up inside her personal space, and his personal favorite: the butt slap, he was always rewarded the best when using this tactic.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Verone?" Tej asked respectfully.

"I need lists of the top drivers you have come across. I have three job openings to fill. First, I want a list of the top ten drivers you have with good personality and business sense. They will interview for my personal driver, and hold the leadership position in my other opening. I need a list of another ten drivers, the absolute best drivers. The ones who never stop for anything; they do not loose ever. They will interview to run extremely important errands for me." Verone finished looking at Tej. "Oh and in that first batch of driver's names, I want to see that pretty little strawberry blonde that raced tonight. I believe she goes by Diablo?"

"Rayleigh. You want Rayleigh to be your personal driver. She is damn good, but uncontrollable." Tej replied wide eyed. "She does what she wants when she wants. Plus she has money. I don't know if I can talk her into even showing up at the interview."

"You let me worry about that part. You just get me the names and numbers I want." Verone replied coolly.

"Okay Mr. Verone." Tej squeaked. He was pretty sure he just pissed the crime boss off.

"You can go now. Enjoy the rest of your night Tej." Verone waved dismissingly.


Rayleigh had just put the finishing touches on the Skyline she had purchased for her brother as the sun started to come up and her phone started ringing. She looked at the caller i.d. to find that it was a private line calling, but she answered it anyway. "Hello."

"Diablo?" questioned the woman's voice.

"Yes that's what people call me." Rayleigh replied extremely skeptical.

"I'm calling on behalf of Carter Verone. Please be at his compound at 1 o'clock this afternoon for a job interview for his personal driver. I'll text you the address in time for you to show up. Oh and bring your car; you will be racing for the job." With that the line went dead.

Rayleigh had waited long enough for the garage to be open, and then went to find Tej because he, Suki, and Jimmy were the only ones in Miami that had her contact information and knew her real name. It only took her narrowing her eyes for Tej to spill what happened last night. She naturally didn't want to go, but she also has always been the curious type. Plus she had the O'Conner 'stupid decisions' pretense to up hold. That could be why she found herself among ten other drivers parked outside Verone's compound at the moment.


Two big men and a woman had come to take them into the compound. The woman asked for their driver's license. Each one of the drivers had then been frisked by one of the bodyguards, and then they were led inside the compound by the woman with the two bodyguards pulling up the rear. The woman went to tell them why they were there. A chance to be the King of Miami's chauffeur, and a spot on a team he was putting together for another job. That struck Rayleigh's interest. She had driven her Lambo; it was her best racing car. If she wanted the answers to her questions, she knew she was going to have to win the race and accept the job.

She was pulled from her musings when the sexy well dress man from the race last night step out of the house and made his way over to the top of the three little stairs they were standing in front. "I have placed an extremely important package in one of my properties: a trailer in Riverpark Side Trailer Park to be exact. Lot 9 is where the trailer is parked. I need it back ASAP. Whichever driver gets my package back to me has a chance to work for me." He scanned the crowd of drivers in front of him coming to a stop once he reached Rayleigh, who was standing in the back, and smirked, "Now go!"

All the racers took off towards their own cars as fast as they could run. Rayleigh made it out to the highway first. The run was a thirty mile round trip. Rayleigh looked in her rearview mirror to find the closest car was five car links behind and dropping fast. Two tractor trailers and a garbage truck were blocking the three lanes in front of her, but she thought she could make it between the two big rigs, but she would have to be precise and fast about it. If she could get through the gap, then that would all but seal the deal for the other racers because they wouldn't be able to get by and get back over to make the exit ramp that was coming up in a half mile.

Rayleigh shifted gears and floored it; rocketing her way through the gap between the two trailers. She looked behind her in time to see the trucks swerve and hit trailers then straighten back out; however, closer together. She saw a yellow mustang try to make it around the trucks off the right shoulder, but it had to jerk back behind the trucks to keep from taking out the exit sign. Rayleigh took the exit without ever slowing down. The job was hers if she could keep her lead.

After taking the exit, the trailer park was only two miles away. Rayleigh slowed when she entered the park, but only marginally. She knew the other racers would not let up once they reached it. She drove through looking for lot three. It had to be in the very back, or she came in through the back entrance because lots in the 30s were on her left and lots in the 40s were on her right. She came to a fork at the end of the drive she was on, but she couldn't tell which lot numbers were on which side. That is when she saw it. The Interstate was to her left. The lots on that side couldn't be more than three turns and an on-ramp to the interstate. That would be where Verone's trailer would be.

Of course the badass would pick a lot with the best escape route possible. Rayleigh thought as she spotted lot 9, but there was a problem she hadn't taken the time to think about when she first pulled into the trailer park. Each lot housed around ten or so trailers. How the hell was she supposes to pick out which one belonged to Verone before the other racers caught up to her? She pulled into the lot, parked her car and got out, but left the engine running. Time to do some educated guessing.

She had seen what cartels used to house their money in, so picking out which trailer was Verone's should be a little bit easier with her past experiences. She looked at the ten trailers: the first five looked newer and nicer than the rest; those definitely didn't belong to Verone. The next three still looked in too good of a condition; they had the lived in feel to them; so cross them off the list. The last two were both run into the ground. Neither looked habitable, but the potted plants gave it away. Verone would have someone out here daily, if not multiple times a day, to check on his property; and to avoid the big red sign that said 'a wealthy business man owns this property to hide his illegal activity here' they had planted a rather nice garden by the steps, and had beautiful potted flowers in various spots on the porch to add a little lived in feel so most people would overlook the shape the trailer was in.

She casually walked up the three little steps, across the small porch to the door. It was unlocked. Yep, this is definitely Verone's trailer. She opened the door to see a manila envelope laying on the end table just inside the door. She picked it up and turned it over. In big red letters across the front was the word PACKAGE. Very subtle; he must think we are all pretty stupid if he needed to make it so plain that this was the package he was talking about. Rayleigh thought as she headed back to her car. As she closed the door she saw the other racers rounding the corner. She didn't waste any time, she floored it and within two minutes was on the highway headed back to the compound.


To say Verone was surprised to see Diablo pulling up first would be a lie. He knew she would win, but he didn't want to make it too obvious that he really wanted her to be his driver. No, that would ruin the game he wanted to play.

He spied from the safety his security system display gave him as Monica met her out front. He had changed into one of his best suits to greet her in. He had told Monica to bring her inside for an afternoon snack while they talked business. He watched as Monica led her into the compound with Roberto and Enrique following. He noticed the way she would look back every so often, just to keep a track of exactly where the two boys were at all times.

He walked into the dining room just as the other four did. "Welcome to my home and congratulations on passing the interview portion. Now that you are hired let us sit down and discuss your new job, shall we?" Verone said making his way over to Rayleigh.


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