I made it to the house Friday night around seven. It was pretty big and nice actually. Of course it had all of Jays preferences for furniture so it was pretty boyish but I can live with that for now. I'm not changing anything in here though. Doesn't feel right. Quickly I changed into short red shorts, a blue see through chiffon shirt with a black bra, and flip flops. Rems tree of life pendent hung from its leather chain around my neck and was resting on my breasts. For protection I had a concealed hip hugger holster under my jeans holding my baby Desert Eagle 9mm and my Smith & Weston in the front and my Baretta 92sf compact in the back. Above that strapped around my waist, under my shirt as well, was a knife holster concealing my wasp knife. I had a leather jacket on so no one could tell first glance I was packing as much as I was. I did however have the floral leather gun holder Jay got me for my birthday strapped to my belt for all to see. My Kimber 1911 was strapped securely into it. I'm pretty positive no one would mess with me, or even think of it, once they got sight of that gun in my holster. It didn't matter if they seen the others or not. That gun was enough to send anyone running away with their tail between their legs. Not the average racer outfit but I liked it. Plus I'm not an average racer. Grabbing my keys I headed out. Bruce knew this Hector guy too so he gave me the address to the street races Jay sometimes went too with him. I obviously was going to need help getting revenge on these pricks and Hector was my first go to person. Jay trusted him for a reason right?

As it pulled up to the races I admired how big it was. I mean the races where I'm from get pretty big but not nearly as much as this. Cars were lined up for miles and the crowd was freakin huge. Deciding to park in the front I pulled up to a slicked green civic with a popped hood showing off his NOS. The guy was a skinny white guy surrounded by skeezy looking woman. Smirking I walked away pretty confident he wasn't going to participate in the actual races tonight.

I was too busy eyeing the scene before me to realize someone had come up to my side, "Haven't seen you around here before."

Looking to my left I seen a bald man a little taller than me with a mustache, "It's a big place. You might not remember me."

He smiled as he ran his eyes over my body apprehensively, "I'm pretty sure I'd remember you." He gestured to my Kimber, "It's not every night a gorgeous girl shows up packing that much heat in a holster."

I smirked at him, "Your pretty mouthy for someone who knows what this gun can do."

His eyebrows scrunched together the moment I smirked. He seemed a bit taken aback but not by my comment, "Any chance you're related to Jay Cameron?"

"He's my twin." I raised a brow, "Why?"

"I'm Hector." He beamed at me sticking his hand out, "I've herd a lot about you. The other sister too. Jay never shuts up about you guys. Neither does Rem. Guys head over heels for you." His eyes darted around so he didn't see that I stiffened at the mention of them, "They here? Haven't seen em in a few months."

Immediately I saddened.

"What?"

"Jays not here. That's why I'm here actually." He looked puzzled so I continued, "A few nights ago we pulled a job on a mob boss. The De Luca mob to be exact. They came after us and now they're both dead."

"Shit." He swallowed, "The De Lucas are some hard core mob bastards. They don't fuck around. I've only heard about them I've never done any races or jobs with them. The De Lucas only deal with a select few." He cursed shaking his head, "So why are you here in LA? I know LA's where their home base is but you aren't thinking of going after them right?"

"Thought maybe you'd have an idea or know someone who could help me." I shook my head, "I can't just leave it like this. They killed my brother, my boyfriend, recked our cars, and stole our money. I'm not letting it go down like that. That money was for our sister."

Before he could reply five cars entered shaped into a large V. They all drove up to the front and parked. Whoever these people were I knew they were important. All eyes were on them right now. A cute muscular bald guy stepped out of the first car and met up with the pretty tomboy Latina that stepped out of the second car. Three other guys joined the two. One a shifty looking blonde, the second a punkish looking guy, and the third was yet another gorgeous buff guy. When I say gorgeous I mean gorgeous. He turned and we locked eyes. A small smirk played on my lips as I thought about how much fun he'd be in bed. My face flushed and I looked away. It had barely been days since Rem died! I can't be thinking this stuff! I need to focus.

Hector, totally oblivious to my inner turmoil, turned to me, "I'll help you- no charge. I have an idea who could help us out a bit." He eyes me and then my brothers car, "You any good at racing? Better than Jay?"

I laughed, "Of course I'm good at racing. Better than Jay. Haven't lost yet."

He smiled mischievously, "That's what I wanted to hear." Motioning for me to follow him he started off towards the group.

They all smiled at us as we walked up. Hector slapped hands with the bald one, "Dom, man, you racin tonight?"

"Nah, not tonight." He pointed to the guy I had been staring at earlier, who was currently staring at me, "Vince is though."

"Okay." He smiled over to me, "This is Calleigh Cameron. Calleigh this is Dominic Toretto. Her brothers an old friend of mine. She wants in."

Dom looked over to me smirking, "You don't look like a racer."

I nodded to my car, "Let's have my car and my racing skill decide that."

"Good ol American Muscle. Nice choice." He laughed, "Maybe Vince will have some competition this time."

Vince scoffed as he leaned in his car, "Please. You think she can beat me? A newbie? They don't call us the Kings of the races for nothing."

"Actually they call Dom the King of the races, V." The woman added with an amused smile

"Besides," I smirked up at him, "You think you can really even try beating me with a Maxima? You have no idea what your in store for sweet heart."

He was about to sneer something back at me but one of the other guys, the punk looking one, came over to my side and put his arm around my shoulders, "You'll have to excuse Vince. He's an ass a lot of the time. I'm Leon, that's Jesse and Letty. I hope you know we're all rooting for you to put him in his place."

"Aren't you suppose to be on his side?" I laughed

He shrugged, "You're cuter."

Rolling my eyes I looked over to Dom, "What are the stakes?"

"Three thousand buy in winner takes all." Letty answered leaning into him as he put his arm around her, "Youll be racing against Vince and two other guys. I'm assuming your taking Hectors place?"

Hector shrugged, "I'm fine with it."

Pursing my lips I took two wads of cash out, "Make it a five thousand buy in and you got yourself a race." I looked over to Vince and winked. He crossed his arms but nodded, "And," I continued shifting my eyes to Dom, "You owe me a favor."

"A favor?" Vince scoffed

"You're pretty ballsy for a new girl." Leon laughed from beside me

"You might want to take her up on it, Dom." Hector explained, "Trust me."

Dom shrugged, "Fine. Let's see what you got."

It ended up being a race between just Vince and I. I doubt it was because I increased the money. I think it's because everyone could sense the tension between us. Not that I minded. The money doesn't matter. What matters is the favor. If this is the Dominic Toretto I'm thinking of he knows what he's doing. Jays told me about a few of the jobs this guys pulled off.

He was ahead of me for most of the race. I did manage to get in front of him for awhile though until he pressed on his NOS. Too soon in my opinion. Ended badly for him too. I pressed my NOS shooting myself to the front and winning last minute. I skidded to a stop so our cars were parked in front of each other.

Grinning I bounced out of my car like a kid in a candy store. It's been awhile since I've been in a race I had actual competition with. This was a close one. Almost thought he had me. Once I was standing in front of him I smirked, "Pay up punk."

"I don't know how you did that but you barely won." He shoved the money at me, "Last minute."

"A wins a win, sweet heart." I grinned at him again and he softened at me; man this guy is hot.

"She's right, V." Dom laughed coming up to us, he looked surprised, "I honestly wasn't expecting you to win. Vince is one of the best. Who taught you how to drive like that?"

"Family, friends, myself." I shrugged his question off, "Now about that favor..."

I didn't want to get into how I learned to drive like that. If I did I'd probably break down and that wasn't really the image you want potential partners to see you with. Jay was the first one to show me how to race, in his old car back when we were both 16. After he met Rem we both got a lot better. Jay and Rem are- were some of the best racers I know. It was a pleasant surprise when all the practice and races I'd been doing helped me surpass them in skill. Just barely though.

"What is it?" Letty raised her brow crossing her arms she smirked at Vince, "You want his car?"

"Pass." I snickered

"What's wrong with my car, Blondie?" When I rolled my big blue eyes he grinned at me, "Don't let that win get in your head. I'll get you next time."

"Sure you will." I giggled then shifted to Toretto, "I want to talk about running a job with you. On the De Luca mob. Big pay out in the end but I can't do it by myself."

Nodding he locked eyes with Letty then back to me. Before he could answer sirens were herd, "If you're interested find me."

We all scattered and took off. Hector said something about going to Dom's for an after party but I wasn't really in a party mood. I'll go find Toretto tomorrow and explain more to him but for now I just needed sleep.