A/N: This one is a shortie because I wanted to give you the next section of the story all together. The next one is pretty long and you'll understand why I didn't want to break it up.
Chapter 9: Close Call
It was two in the morning and the race strip was still hot and alive with people. Leon, Vince, Jesse, Letty and Dom were sitting in the restaurant, drinking Coronas. "Guys, I don't think they're coming back anytime soon, we should just pack it up and head home," Letty said, placing her now empty beer bottle on the table. The rest of them nodded in unison and began to stand up, heading towards their cars.
Leon, Vince and Jesse waited until Dom and Letty drove off, before turning to each other to speak. "I'm thinking beers and some skanks. Mia's out of commission with Lex, so they shouldn't be a problem. Jess go spread the word- party at our house," Leon said, a grin on his face. "Dude, with the way Mia's been acting lately, I don't think she'll care, she'll probably join," Vince said, getting into his car.
Ten minutes later, they drove out of the strip, about fifteen or so cars following behind them.
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Letty grabbed on to the sink, breathing deeply. Her eyes flicked over to the pregnancy test on the counter and she stifled a small cry. She wrapped it up in toilet paper before throwing it in the garbage can and exiting the bathroom. She glanced around the dark hotel room, finding a passed out Dom in bed. She sat down in the chair in the corner of the room, bringing her knees to her chest and stared out the window, contemplating her current situation.
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As Lex pulled her car up to Mia's house, she could still smell the night's events on her- beer, sweat and sex. Mia opened the passenger's side door and got out, leaning down to speak to her. "Remember, tonight never happened," she said, laughing. "Oh, it didn't? I guess I should go burn these pictures then," Lex said, pulling out a couple of polaroids. "Yeah, we wouldn't want to ruin my reputation," she said, closing the door and heading up the driveway.
Alex pulled out and began to drive towards her house, looking at the pictures that the club owner had given them. She laughed at the silly ones of her and Mia and threw them into her glove box, while cringing at the ones of them and some guys. Minutes later she pulled into her own driveway, opening her garage door with the remote and putting her baby out of site.
She walked inside her house, kicking off her shoes on the way towards the kitchen for a bottle of water. As she tore the cap off, she noticed her answering machine blinking one new message. She hit play, leaning against the wall, rubbing her hurting feet. "Hey Alex, this is Judy down at the police station. There's some guy down here that I've seen in the garage a couple of times. I didn't know if he was your friend or not so I didn't want to book him. He's tall, built like a God and the most beautiful pair of blue eyes in the world. I wouldn't mind if you let him spend an overnighter here with me," the female voice on the phone said, before hanging up.
Lex laughed to herself, wondering who the hell she was talking about. As she made her way to her skyline that was parked in the street, it hit her- Vince.
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"I pulled his wallet and was about to pull his name up in the computer, when I remembered seeing him in the garage once or twice and decided that maybe he rolled with you and didn't need anymore heat on his ass," Judy said in spanish, passing her Vince's license and wallet. Judy, a short, chubby Mexican woman, was one of the police officers on her payroll. Alex pocketed both of the items and motioned for Judy to take her to him. She took Lex to the holding cell in the other room and approached the bars. "Vincent A. Johnson," she yelled out, motioning for him to step forward, while unlocking the cell door. The other detainees groaned as he stood up and stepped forward.
Lex looked at Vince from head to toe, who looked like death run over. His hair was all messed up; his shirt was untucked andbuttoned up wrong, while his walk was staggered. "Let me guess…Drunk driving?" Lex asked, grabbing him by the arm roughly and dragging him towards the door. "You got it. Car's in the pound, you can pick it up tomorrow if you want," Judy said, heading for her desk. Alex glanced back to her friend, glad that she was there to pick him up. "Thanks," she said, waving bye. "Feel free to send him back anytime," Judy said laughing, checking Vince's ass out as they headed out the door.
