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Letty was on top of the world. She was breathing so hard she thought she was going to faint. Her windows were rolled up and blacked out so the people cheering couldn't see her. She'd just beat Dominic Toretto and it felt fucking great! Letty clenched the steering wheel with both hands, taking a few seconds to compose herself. This couldn't be real.
Letty slowly rolled down her window, her finger sliding softly over the button. That's when she heard it, that in take of breath. She didn't let it read on her face how surprised she was to win. She had slid on a 'don't-fuck-with-me' mask and didn't plan on taking it off anytime soon.
She heard some racer say "Shit its a chick!" so loud she had to really attempt to hold the grin from her face. Instead she just looked the guy straight in the eyes as if to ask 'what were you expecting?'
She languidly opened her door and placed her combat boots on the tarmac, letting everyone take a good long look at her legs before climbing out and closing the door with a resounding thud. Letty placed her thumbs in the back of her leather shorts and sauntered her way over to Hector, ready to collect her money.
The crowd was unusually quiet eying her as she walked over. The men all stunned and some of the women in pains of jealousy. Letty refused to look over at Dom to her left, she knew he was staring at her. So she let him. She wanted it to really sink in how badly he just got beat.
"My money" she smirked sexily at Hector holding out her hand.
"Man Chiquita, you've been holding out" he slapped the money into her hand and started rubbing his chin with his left hand. Quite clearly checking her out.
"Someone had to put you boys in your place" she winked at him, teasing. That's when she noticed it, the heat radiating into her back. It was felt familiar. Hector eyed the man over her shoulder, standing not a foot behind her. It had to be Dom, such a sore loser.
She casually spun around, he was closer then she had thought. Her face was at the same level as his chest, but she looked up defiantly crossing her arms under her chest.
"Toretto" she nodded, her smug little ass practically wiggled with joy.
"Letty, where'd you get the NOS?" his voice sounded like tires on gravel after a hard rain, all man.
"Winnings Winning Dominic, consider your self De-throned" her soft deep voice jumbled in with the Shock and laughter sweeping around the two competitors. The king of the streets had just been schooled and by a girl no less.
Dominic Toretto's red rage fizzled when he saw combat boots touch tarmac. A girl? Not in his wildest dreams did he ever think he'd be beat by a girl!
The driver climbed out of the car and Dom would recognize the curves of that girl anywhere. They were engraved into his fucking brain. Letty.
'Okay' he thought, 'he was gonna blink and then she was gonna disappear'. So he did, the world turned black for a second and then no such luck and fuck did she look hot. Those shorts should be illegal. Dom tried to read her face but all he got was a smug air of superiority, the bitch didn't even look his way. She cheated, he finally decided. She used NOS.
He walked over to the Latina while she was collecting her money from Hector. Just stood behind her, anger pooling in his stomach like a cruel type of pleasure he didn't want to lose. After what seemed like years she finally turned around, the top of her head just reaching his collarbone. She met his glare with those fiery brown eyes and his stomach twist with an unknown emotion. This woman was so fucking defiant, even just standing there.
"Toretto" his last name laced off of her lips.
"Letty, where'd you get the NOS?" seriously pissed at the tricks she had up her sleeves. How did she get the money anyway?
What came next he didn't expect. "Winnings winning Toretto, consider yourself De-throned" she had just used his own words against him. The little ice queen was gonna get it. Mia took that moment to pop up next us then, stopping me from picking Letty up over my shoulder and carrying her back to my car 'cave man side'. Not that Dom had any other plan after that.
"Someone needs a drink" Letty said smiling holding out a Carona.
"Thanks" Dom said, but she didn't give it to him. Instead his sister gave his drink to the demon sporn standing sexy as hell in front of him. Letty took one long swig from the bottle and turned to Mia.
"Lets go count my money" she whisked his little sister over next to her black Nissan. He could have sworn it was a deep purple colour.
Vince and Hector sidled up next to Dom, his best friend having kept a distance once discovering Dom had in fact not one; in an attempt to avoid his line of fire.
"Chiquita sneaky as fuck man" Hector whistled, his team already hanging around the girl like she was a mosquito light. "You got any plans?"
Dom ignored the question and simply stated "Party at mine" before dragging Vince over to there respective rides.
Vince hadn't said a word about the girl being Letty, hell he hadn't even said a word about the driver being a girl. He was at a loss for words; which didn't happen too often.
Cars quickly started to disperse, news of a party spreading like wild fire through the crowd. Dom couldn't stop watching the vixen flirting shamelessly with guys buzzing about her like she was in heat. She was supposed to be a dirty little tom boy who was just there, this new Letty didn't sit well with him. He didn't like it. He didn't like the way she flipped his life on its head. He didn't like how she was stuck in his mind.
Plenty of fine ass lingered around him, but Dom's anger burned a hole deep inside of him boiling and brimming like a volcano. He wasn't gonna stand it. He quickly grabbed two of the hottest chicks at his side and pulled them into his car, speeding off back to his house for a little 'fun'. No little bitch would ruin his night.
"Mia, Dom will kill me if I turn up at his house" Letty spoke as she drove. A line of tricked out cars following her as she sped down the road.
"Let its my house too and besides this lot"-she said pointing out the back window-"aren't going to leave you otherwise.
"It would be great to see his face when I walk in" she laughed, so high from the win, she felt like she could do anything.
"You got something for my brother?" Mia asked bluntly, staring straight at the side of Letty's face. The girl swerved slightly on the road at he question.
"I got nothing for him" she announced, putting her foot on the gas. "Why?" Letty eyed her best friend hesitantly, what was that evil girl thinking of.
"Just asking, I know you did a while ago" she shrugged simply, returning her gaze to the outside window.
"Try three years ago, I'm over that"
The two girls pulled up on Letty's driveway, the other line of cars parking anywhere up and down the street. Mia was fifteen and definite jail bait if she kept that sway in her walk. Letty would have to watch out for her, so what if she was only sixteen, growing up by herself taught her some shit.
The girls walked up to the house and headed straight for the kitchen. Letty was in desperate need of a drink, especially if Dom found her here.
"Mia, your on water" she said, handing her a glass before the girl could even reach for some alcohol.
"Your as bad as my brother" she snapped, snatching the glass from her hand and making her way over to the sink. Letty heaved herself up onto the kitchen counter top and watched the people mingling about the room. She was getting far more attention then she normally would in this setting, usually just blending into the background.
"Letty, what you doing here?" Vince almost shouted, leaning on the door frame to the kitchen.
She decided to play dumb "Sitting" pointing to her position on the counter top.
"No, what are you doing here?" he repeated slower this time.
"Same as you" she shrugged, not giving a fuck at who looked at her.
"You weren't invited" he stated, trying to take up the whole doorway with his size. Who hell did he think he was?
"I invited her" Mia spoke up, casually watching the interchange. Lines were being drawn, loyalties tested.
"Not you party"
"Not your house" she shot back
"Look we can stand here and argue" Letty hopped down from the counter and closed in on the line steadily being drawn. "Or you can let me drink you under the table" she said grabbing a bottle of vodka and dancing it in front of his face.
Something flashed through Vince's eyes then that she had only ever seen fleetingly as a little kid. She liked to call it 'the edge' it was the difference between winning a race and losing it.
"You're on"