By the end of the day I had Hector's car done and had been so bored I started to polish hubcaps. By the time I realized it was 6pm I had polished around 50 of them. "Shit! I gotta get home." I stood up and ran into Dom's office. "Dom I gotta book, Marshall will be here in Treinta minutos." Dom gave me that same concerned look as he had earlier that day. "Fine, Go. Pero tiene cuidado."

I looked at him with a smile, "You know I will, muchacho."

I turned on my heel, grabbing my things as I did so and walked to the dinner where Mia was working.

"Mia, how ya living chica?" I asked in a smug voice.

"Bueno. You?"

"Mismo. Listen I gotta book but I'll see you tomorrow at the races." Dom turned around and looked at me.

"You're not brining El mariscal a las carreras es usted?" he boomed with an angry voice.

"Si, I am. He won't do anything stupid." I whined.

"No. You can't bring him."

"Dom, He may be a fucking dickhead but he won't do anything more stupid then getting stoned. Trust me. I dated…" I trailed off and sighed.

He looked at me with those eyes of his. I knew he was pissed at me, I could just tell.

"Whatever, I'm going. Catch ya later, chica. Bye Dom." With that I walked out and jumped in my car.



((A/N: ye another SHORT chapter. Oh well, I hope you enjoy. And thanks for that GREAT reviews!))