Thanks for the reviews. This is the last chapter with the alternating locations.

Chapter 20-Male Road Trip

No POV

"Okay guys. It's only two more cars left. Who wants 'em?" Roman asked, leaning out the garage entry-way. There was a Buick Riviera and a station wagon parked out front.

"Ugh, I guess I'll have one," Vince offered, standing from the couch. He tossed his Corona in the trash and walked over to the entry-way. "Pull it in," he waved the car inside. The Station Wagon rolled in.

"Take it easy Coyote. You've had about eight of the twenty-something cars that came in. You're gonna give yourself a heart attack dawg," Leon said, slapping Vince on the back. Vince grumbled as the driver exited their car.

"Finally. I've been out there for about twenty minutes!" the aggravated women yelled at Vince. The guys laughed, knowing what was coming.

"Look lady! I've been in here busting my ass since twelve this morning! Don't come in here with a bitchy attitude and expect me to fix your fucking car!" Vince roared, finally losing his patience. The lady dropped her jaw in shock at the rough greasemonkey in front of her. "Now do you want me to fix it or not?"

The lady looked around the garage at the faces; each wore a smirk. Jeremiah was even smiling. "Uncle V! Fix her car please!" Angel yelled, groaning from the couch in the back. V rolled his eyes and popped the hood.

"What's wrong with it?" he asked her.

"It makes a clicking noise when I'm driving. That's when I can actually get it to start. It takes about ten minutes for that," she replied.

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Finally, the store was empty. It was now 7:30 pm and all the customers had left. Desmond was still asleep in his playpin. Sasha was sitting at the counter with Ricky, watching the car lights brighten the night life of L.A. Sasha had her arms crossed on the table, putting the weight on them and off her feet. Ricky sat the same way. They were only inches from each other's face. They sat through numerous conversations, learning more and more about each other. Sasha found herself become more intrigued with the young woman in front of herself. It was mere infatuation, she kept telling herself. She didn't want to say she actually felt something for her. That would go against everything. She was married. She had a son, for Christ sakes.

"So, you mean to tell me you're a street racer? or was?" Ricky reflected.

"Yep. I was. My whole family was. Well, you know the people that were at the bar with me?" Ricky nodded. "Well, they are my family. My Team. We were the best street racers around," Sasha said, proudness clear in her voice.

"Wow. That's pretty cool," Ricky replied. She looked at the clock that hung behind Sasha's head. "Crap, I gotta go. Got work in the morning." Sasha was disappointed, but nodded with a smile. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Sure," Sasha replied. Ricky smiled and without thinking, kissed Sasha again. She pulled away, cheesing widely. Sasha laughed and tucked stray hairs away. "Bye," Ricky said, walking over to her Focus.

Sasha waved as the car sped off down the road. Smiling, Sasha looked around the neighborhood. When she caught look of the face staring back at her, the smile quickly faded. Dominic frowned and shook his head. Sasha returned the stern look, but on the inside, she was panicking. He walked into the garage, not giving a second glance her way.

"Shit," she mumbled to herself, dropping her head in her hands. "Why is it HIM who always catches me?"

She grabbed a washcloth and began cleaning down the counter.

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"Damn, looks like you guys had a rough day," Dom said as he entered the garage. The guys were all laying around the garage. Brian dropped the kids off at home about an hour ago, then came back. They grumbled and stood from their places on the floor, couch, and cars.

"Dom, you owe us big time asshole," Vince said, walking towards him.

"I know. Leon, when are you guys planning on leaving?"

"In a few hours. I'm gonna go home and get some sleep though," Leon answered, walking towards his Skyline.

"We've decided that we're all going," Vince added, nearing the Maxima.

"Who's gonna help me in the garage?" Dom asked, not understanding Vince's meaning.

"Nobody, considering you're going too." Vince ordered.

"Says who? I have businesses to run," Dom said, smirking at them.

"Not for a few days. The girls have everything. We're having a few extra hands come in though. You're going dawg," Leon said, sliding in the Skyline. He brought the car to life, it purring like a fierce cat.

"Whatever. Get out of my garage and go home," Dom ordered, running his hand over his head. The men departed, leaving for their individual homes. Dom locked up the garage and took off for Echo Park.

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"All set?" Vince asked Sasha as he pulled up in front of the store. She was just pulling down the gate with one hand, holding Bam's leash with the other. Desmond was sleeping in his carseat on one of the lunch tables out front.

"Yep," she replied, grabbing the carseat from the table. She loaded him and Bam in the back of the Maxima, then took her seat shotgun. The rode in silence for a while, Sasha from guilt, Vince from back pains. Finally, he glanced over at her.

"You ok?" he asked, taking his eyes off the road.

"Yeah. Just tired," she lied.

"Yeah, me too. Hey, you guys are gonna be on your own for a few days. All the guys are leaving for Miami tonight," Vince said, pulling into their driveway.

"Why? Why do you all have to go?"

"In case Jesse has trouble with anyone," he answered, unstrapping the carseat from the back.

"Jesse's a big boy Vince. He can handle himself," Sasha replied, exiting the car. She didn't want Vince to go.

"Don't start Sash. We'll just be a few days," he replied, unlocking the door to their large house.

She mumbled something he couldn't hear, walking past him in the house. She tied Bam outside by his dog house and filled his food and water bowls. Vince was ascending the stairs when she came back inside. She decided to make a call while she was downstairs.

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"Hello?" a gruff voice answered.

"Hey Dom. Put Letty on for a sec, please."

"You know something, you need to get your priorities straight." Goddamnit not right now Dominic, she thought.

"Whatever. Just put Letty on please."

"Letty, it's your sister! So you gonna tell him this time?"

"Dominic, seriously, stop. Nothing's going on. Don't pull this shit again," she replied, not ready to relive the day she almost lost Vince.

"You're the one pulling shit Sasha! You're really walking on thin ice here," he finished before Letty grabbed the phone. "What is it Sasha? What's going on with you and Dom?"

"Nothing. He's being a goon again. Why the hell didn't you tell me Ricky stopped by yesterday?"

"Sorry, it slipped my mind. Why, did she stop by today?"

"Yes, she did. She knows everything. Yet, that doesn't seem to bother her," Sasha said, slightly annoyed. "But anyways. Why are all the guys going to Miami?"

"I don't know. Looks like we got everything for the next few days. I talked to Mia and she said she'll talk the next few days off to help out," Letty said.

"Why are you okay with this? One of them needs to stay! What if something happens?" Sasha panicked.

"Shut up Sasha. Nothing's gonna happen okay? We can handle it. Look if it makes you feel better, when the guys leave, you and Desmond come stay over here with us. You can even share the bed with big sis," Letty teased.

"In your dreams asshole. I'll see you later," Sasha said, hanging up the phone.

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Letty laughed and hung her phone up. She jogged up the stairs and made her way to the twins' room. They were playing with the toys and stuffed animals they had won earlier that day.

"Guys go in the room and say bye to Daddy," Letty said, standing in the doorway.

"Where's he goin'?" Casey asked, tossing down the penguin she was playing with.

"Goin' to get Uncle Jesse and Aunt Di with Uncle Leon," Letty replied, leading her kids to her room. Dom was standing at the closet in just jeans. He was packing a medium sized duffle bag with clothes and other essentials.

"Daddy, why are you leaving?" Elijah asked, running to his side.

"I'm going to get Uncle Jesse," was all Dom said. He didn't bother look at Elijah, he knew he was crying. Eli hated when Dom left town. He begged to go with every time, and Dom hated saying no each time. It broke his heart to tell his son no.

"Can I go?" Elijah asked, just as Dom knew he would. Dom finally turned his attention to his son, who had tears running down his cheek. Dom sat on the edge of the bed and patted his knees for Eli to sit.

"Look Buddy, you can't go with me. You have to stay here and take care of Mommy," Dom said, running his hands over his son's curly hair.

"Nu uh. Casey can do that," Elijah said, running his tiny hands over Dom's face.

"I'm sorry Bud. If you go, CJ will want to go and if she goes, then your cousins are gonna wanna go too. We don't have that much room buddy," Dom said, feeling horrible inside.

"No I won't. I wanna stay here with Mommy," CJ objected. Letty was smirking from her place on the bed.

"Fine, but you have to ask Mommy if you can go," Dom said, finally giving in. Elijah wiped the tears and smiled brightly at Letty.

"Can I Mommy?" he asked with puppy dog eyes. Letty's heart melted at that moment. She never seen more Dom in Elijah then right then.

"If Daddy doesn't care, you can go."

"Well, looks like you're coming with Dad buddy," Dom smiled as Elijah ran in his arms. "Go get packed," Dom patted his butt as Elijah ran out the room, screaming with joy. "You sure you don't wanna go?" he asked his daughter.

"Yep. If you guys are gone, that means I can help around the garage," she smiled mischeviously.

"Smart kid. C'mere," Dom pulled her close and kissed her cheek. "I guess it's the guys' road trip."

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There's number twenty. I know it's probably getting boring and very slow, but I'm dealing with writers block. I dunno what I'm doing anymore lol. But please read&review with your honest opinion.

-Kita