Hello peoples! First of all I want to thank you all so much for adding this story to your favs and story alerts. It means so much to me to know that people actually read my stuff.
It was pointed out to me that people reading this may get the hint that Dom and Letty are still together in this story. No. Not here. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for "Dotty" but not in this story. They were together for a while, but things didn't work out and now they're more like brother and sister. Hope that explains a few things.
In the mean time, HAPPY READING!
XOXO-Erika
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The brilliant people that came up with F&F do. Although I wouldn't mind owning Vin Diesel...but that's for another time lol.
JACK POV
Several days had gone by since the whole parking lot incident and the whole time, I had been avoiding Dom like the plague. If he talked to me, all I did was say something witty and sarcastic and be on my way. I knew it was a bit beyond childish, but I didn't care.
It was Saturday, and I was in the garage, tuning up Vince's car for him since he was busy helping Leon switch out motors on his ride. I was almost giddy at the fact that it was the night of the Races. I loved going to them, even if I did stand out like a sore thumb. I didn't exactly fit the hoochie persona that seemed to be popular at the races. I usually wore ripped skinny-jeans and some kind of ripped up shirt with a white tank-top underneath it, along with a pair of skate shoes. Perfect outfit…for me anyways.
"Jack-jaaack," I heard my voice sang from across the garage. I moaned. It was Mia and her sing-song voice, that usually meant that she was going to try to turn me into Racer-Barbie.
She popped out from behind a car and into my vision. "We're all dressing up for Dom's big return tonight," she announced.
"Oh the joy," I said, sarcasm dripping from my voice. I was turning a wrench on one of the bolts that held the exhaust system together. I had been replacing the catalytic converter for the past hour and a half and was just about finished.
"I was hoping," she started.
"Here we go," I mumbled.
"That we could get you into something a little flashier for tonight," she said, giving me her best grin.
"What's wrong with my clothes?" I asked her, briefly looking up at her.
She snorted. "Nothing if you want to be mistaken for a nun."
I gaped at her choice of words. "Well excuse me if I don't want to be mistaken for competition for the local Boulevard Walkers."
"You won't I promise," she said. She started jumping in place. "Please Jack? Just this one time? I promise you'll look beautiful."
I sighed. I knew I was going to regret this, but it was Mia begging. "I have one condition," I said after a moment's thought.
Her eyes lit up like a little kid on Christmas morning. "No dresses."
She nodded exceedingly. "Of course not. We could probably work you into a miniskirt or something. We could curl your hair…OH! We could even put highlights in your hair! Temporary of course, but still."
I rolled my eyes and got back to work, blocking out Mia's rambling.
Eight hours later I was standing in Mia's room gaping at my reflection. I don't know how, but that little evil elf named Mia somehow talked me into wearing this ridiculous getup. I was wearing a skin-tight stretchy tank top that clung to my boobs. A belt had been put right under my bra and a black mini-dress had been put on right below the belt. It wasn't that bad of an outfit, but that didn't mean I was comfortable wearing something that barely came mid-thigh in front of hundreds of strangers. I was unwillingly forced into wearing open-toed, black, six-inch stilettos, and my hair had been slightly curled so it would frame my face. Makeup was applied to a minimal; light eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, and light pink lip-gloss. I was a walking librarian porn star. At least in my eyes.
"Mia this is too much," I complained, tugging on the hemline of the dress.
She quickly grabbed my hands and put them at my sides. "Jack, you look fine. Quit fidgeting!"
I carefully walked over to the bed and sat down, trying not to fall in the ankle-killers.
I watched her get dressed in less than half the time she took on me. She had a cute black miniskirt on with a sparkly sequined purple spaghetti strapped tube top. She finished off her look with her straightened hair and high heeled black boots.
I smiled. "You're so pretty Mia."
She turned around, a smirk on her face. "I may be pretty, but you are drop-dead GORGEOUS!"
I rolled my eyes. "Can we just get this over with?"
As if cued, we both heard yelling downstairs.
"COME ON MIA! Throw her in some stripper heels and lets go!" Letty called from downstairs.
Mia rolled her eyes and turned to me. "Now for some natural color."
I looked at her like she was crazy. "Huh?"
"Think of Dom butt naked."
Needless to say, it worked like a charm because my face turned bright red.
Mia squealed with glee and latched onto my arm and dragged me out the door. The whole thing was stupid and like a cliché right out of a movie. I was coming down the stairs and I felt everyone's eyes glued to me. I felt a blush creep up on my face, making me even redder then what I was.
"Whoa there Little Bit," Vince said, standing up straighter from leaning against the doorway.
I looked around the room and saw that both Leon and Jesse were sitting on the couch, no longer looking bored. Both of their jaws hung loose as they looked at me.
"Stop looking like fish and come on," Letty said, humor in her voice as she led both guys out the door by their ears.
I looked over at Dom and he was just staring at me. I walked on outside like I hadn't even seen him. When I stepped out onto the porch, I could see Jesse and Leon fighting.
"You guys! What in God's name are you doing?" I called out.
They totally ignored me.
"I said, I'm taking her."
"No she's riding in my car."
"I'm her best friend, so I say she rides with me!"
I mentally head-slapped myself. This was beyond stupid.
"You both can forget it because she's riding with me," Dom said from behind me.
I turned around to face him. "Who says I want to ride with you."
He put his hands on my bare shoulders, almost making me shudder.
"Either you ride with me, or you don't go, simple as that Little One," he whispered in my ear.
I felt his breath grace my neck and I figuratively died. I was looking at his chest when he said this, so I had to look up at his face.
He had an amused look about him, and his brown eyes were enough to melt in.
"Fine," I heard myself saying.
"SHUT UP AND KISS ALREADY!" I heard Letty say from sitting on the hood of her car.
"Can it Lett," I said, blushing and turning towards her. She was laughing at me with Mia by her side.
"You my friend, are a traitor," I said, smacking her arm. "But I like your outfit."
She was wearing tight leather pants with a black tube top and a tan, mesh, see-through shirt over it. To top it all off she was wearing her usual flame-combat boots and she had her hair down for once.
"Thanks, can't say I like yours too much though," she said, eyeing the hem of my dress.
"Tell me about it," I groaned.
"Hey, don't go hating. Some people like it," Mia said, indicating to the guys who were still bickering by their cars.
"They don't count."
"Alright people, let's head out," Dom announced, making his way over to his Charger.
"Gotta go," I said. "The warden's waiting."
I walked over to Dom's car and found him waiting with the passenger door open, waiting for me to get in.
"Thanks," I mumbled, climbing into the car.
Once we were both settled in the car, we took off towards the abandoned buildings where the races were held every week.
We rode in silence as we traveled to our destination.
I looked behind us and saw that Letty and Vince had taken Dom's flanks, while Jesse and Leon were behind them in a V formation.
I rolled down the window so I could get a breeze instead of inhaling the strong scent of Dom's cologne. He smelled like a mixture of sandalwood and patchouli, and it was beyond addicting.
We pulled up to the huge crowd and people dispersed for us to park. There were people everywhere. Tons of cars were parked with their hoods up, people gathering around them to see what they had brought. Different variations of loud music were playing with racer chasers dancing to the beats.
Dom got out of the car and was instantly swamped with people greeting him and welcoming him back. He smiled and took it all in stride. Since he obviously wasn't going to do the whole open-the-door thing again, I took it upon myself to get out and look around.
I could tell I was being eyed by several of the male population, but I paid no heed to them. I looked around and went off in search of Jesse. I smiled as I found him sitting on his hood, two chasers lounging on his lap.
"Hey Jess," I said, walking up to him.
He smiled brightly at me. "Hey Jack."
I changed my expression to a mean one. "Move," I told the chasers. They eyed me, and then attentively left.
"Aw Jack, was that really necessary?" Jesse whined as I sat on his leg.
"Of course," I giggled. I hated it when they thought that if they slept with one of the teammates, they would automatically get a spot in our little family.
It was time for the races, and Dom was meeting up with Hector, who was the middleman for the Races.
"Alright. Two G's in. Winner takes all. Are we clear? Hector holds the cash," Dom announced. That earned him several grunts of approval and everyone got into their cars.
We were waiting for Hector, since he was holding the cash.
"Jack, get over here," Dom called from the driver seat. He had already started the car. I sighed and walked over to him.
He was smirking, which in my mind only meant trouble. "How about a kiss for good luck?"
"Luck is for losers," I replied smugly.
"Humor me."
I closed my eyes for a split second, and then went to kiss his cheek. At the last second he turned, and his lips connected with mine. There was a spark of electricity that jolted when my lips touched his and I didn't react. Well, I did, technically. I kissed him back, and quite a bit at that.
He pulled back a few seconds later. "Gotta go."
"What?" I asked, confused. He only smiled at me.
"GO!" I heard Hector yell, and Dom sped off.
I watched him speed down the road, clearly going to win. I was so confused and my head, along with my thoughts, were spinning so fast it wasn't any funny.
I didn't even noticed Letty and Mia come up beside me. "It's about damn time," Letty said, clearly trying not to burst out laughing.
I elbowed her. "How many times do I have to tell you to can it?"
"Only several hundred more."
I rolled my eyes. "Great."
"I think it's sweet," Mia spoke up, smiling gratefully at me. "I want you and my brother t be happy."
There was a roar from the crowd down at the finish line and it was obvious who the winner was. I saw Dom emerge from the car with a wide grin on his face as Hector gave him the huge wad of cash and something small and shiny. Hector whispered something in his ear and Dom nodded, seeming unaffected.
He got back in his car and raced over towards us, shining in the spotlight as people in their cars on the sideline honked in approval. He was coming full speed at us, and I decided to play a little game of chicken. I just stood there as the vehicle approached us at an alarming speed.
"Come on Jack, get out of the way," Mia said, backing up, along with Letty to the nearest sidewalk. People around me were also moving, but I refused. If he was such a good driver, he could stop if he wanted. There was low rumbling amongst the crowd as I made no move and just stood in the middle of the street, waiting to meet my death or fate.
"Damn it Jack MOVE!" Letty yelled from beside Mia. I ignored her.
I saw a determined look on Dom's face as he grew closer and closer. Suddenly, he slammed on the brakes, turning the wheel as he did so.
The vehicle skidded to a halt merely inches from my body. I looked at Dominic and smirked. He got out of the car and stepped towards me, his hands on my waist.
"Do you have a death wish or something little girl?"
I felt my mouth twitch into a smirk. "Nope, I'm just your average adrenaline junkie."
"Ah," he said smirking. He leaned down and lightly kissed me on the lips, then turned, headed off to God knows where. Then he stopped.
"Hey Jack."
"Hmm?" I answered, a bit in LaLa Land.
He took a set of keys out of his pocket and threw them at me. I caught them swiftly and looked at him like he was crazy.
He pointed to a purple Subaru Impreza WRX STI. It had ground effects that were glowing and the front seat was empty. "Happy Birthday."
I watched him as he walked away, stumped. I never told anyone my birthday, so how the hell would he know, of all people, when it is?
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