Authors Note: Decided to get in a chapter today before I leave. PLEASE R&R! I really REALLY need the reviews! I'll try to write another chapter for you tonight when I get home depending on how tired I am. Thanks to all those who are reading my stories even though it seems like few of you are! :)~Shay.
Chapter 7.
Dominic drove to the races that night in complete silence. There was no one in his car for him to talk to. Gracie was apparently going to meet him at the races. If she even came at all. He was sorry for what he did and for making her feel pressured. But he felt the worst knowing that Gracie thought he was going to hit her. Was he that big and tough a guy to be scared of-people actually thought he'd hit a woman?
Dominic believed that guys who hit girls were the scum of the earth. You never hit a woman. He learned that at an early age. He'd never even hit Mia in his entire life not even when he was young and mad at her! So why would he start hitting girls now? And especially the one he loved?
He prepared to be completely fake that night, parked his car and all the racing skanks headed over to him. Not unusual. No matter when Dominic did they just kept coming around. They sometimes even showed up to the house unexpectedly to hook up with Dom or do more. More than half the time Dominic didn't refuse them and he regretted all those times with the girls whose names he'd even forgotten.
Gracie pulled up in her car and stepped out. She was wearing the shortest black leather skirt that Dominic had ever seen in his life, black knee-hi boots and a VERY low cut black short sleeved tight fitting shirt that had flailed sleeves. She looked good and Dominic obviously wasn't the only one who noticed.
When Gracie stepped out of the car about 10-15 different guys crowded around her, including some of Dominic's close friends. Edwin and Hector stepped up to her looked her up and down and then noticed her car.
"You gonna race tonight?" Edwin asked her.
She smiled and didn't answer.
"What do you have under this hood?"
She still just continued to smile.
"Jesus Christ esa's got this thing going on." Hector yelled out as he opened her hood. And he wasn't lying. She had just about everything a street racer dreams of. Cold air intake, nitrous fuel injection, there's no need to go on. She had it all. It was literally the perfect car for her. Gracie had raced a good amount of time when she lived with her aunt. But she failed to mention it to Dominic...it had apparently slipped her mind. But the truth was there was too much past in her street racing for her to get into it with Dominic. She knew he would be out tracking people down.
During a street race that happened about 5 months before she moved in with the team she was rammed by another car from the back trying to send her into a wall. She swerved and pulled the car around, slowed it down and got out as fast as she could and waited for the bitch from the other car to get out of hers. Needless to say, when she got out of the car it wasn't pretty.
Gracie was a full believe that you didn't have to fight anyone until they threw the first punch. She smiled her bitchiest smile at the girl.
"You forget the rules you fucking whore?" she said smiling coyly.
This bitch wasn't happy; she had to be at least 2 or 3 years older than Gracie and hadn't been happy when a 14 year old who couldn't even legally drive was beating her street racing.
"I wouldn't be talking about rules if I were you. Your not even old enough to drive, you're a racer skank in training." The bitch stated. She wasn't known by anything other than bitch to Gracie.
"Yeah I wanna grow up to be just like you." Gracie said smiling even wider, she clicked her tongue and walked away knowing the girl was about to come up behind her and of course she did. Gracie turned around and let the girl punch her in the face.
Gracie grabber her by the neck, she was about the same height as her, and threw her to the ground. She sat on top of her and punched her in the face 13 times before she even considered letting the girl up. The girl's nose was clearly broken and she was bleeding from other areas on her face. Gracie just smiled as everyone else was crowding around to see what had happened. She wasn't worried about getting into trouble. What would they tell the police? Two girls got into a cat fight while they were supposed to be having a street race?
"Better clean the skank up." Gracie said throwing a rag out of her car into the crowd before driving away.
She had been a tough girl. It was truth that she could handle herself and just about anyone else. She had seriously considering punching Dom that night when she thought he was going to hit her but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She didn't trust herself to stop hitting him and she wasn't sure whether he'd hit her back. She had gotten into it with guys before, but they were all her age and were those types of guys that you hear about when they're thirty on the news when they beat their wives to death.
Those boys were being taught a lesson. Gracie tried to show them how it was, but she didn't think they were going to change for the better, she just felt sorry for the girlfriends that they would hit later on. She couldn't hit Dom because she wouldn't be teaching him anything. He was 25 he knew not to hit a girl so what would she be teaching him if he HAD hit her and she hit him back? Nothing. He knew better and it was too late for him to learn otherwise.
At this point she was still angry with Dom for pressuring her and being hard on her. Sometimes he was like a spoiled little boy who threw a tantrum when things didn't go as he pleased or her didn't get all the things he wanted. She sighed at this thought. She hoped he would change for her.
When she snapped back to reality there were still a lot of guys standing around her and Edwin again asked her "Are you gonna race tonight?". Gracie thought about it for a minute and then smiled again.
"What's the buy-in?" she asked him tilting her head to the side.
"2 g's." Edwin replied.
"Sure why not." She said handing him the cash.
Dominic saw what was going on and he couldn't believe that she was going to race. She was going to race with the girls obviously but he couldn't believe that she had all that shit under her hood and didn't say anything and more importantly that he was King of the Street Racers and he didn't notice! Gracie had kept him from seeing anything else besides her. She had a way of doing those sort of things to you without meaning to. You could get completely lost in her and not even notice what the hell was going on around you.
The girls race was first. They pulled up to the starting line and Hector raised his arms. All the girls revved their engines and peeled off when Hector lowered his arms. Gracie was in the lead from the beginning. She was a fast little bitch. She hadn't even hit her up her N2O tank yet once and some of the girls had already hit it twice. A-wanna-be-racer bitch started to edge up on her so she sighed and pushed the button sending her over the finish line.
Gracie got out of the car and smiled as the bitch that "almost had her" got out of the car and smiled at her.
"Almost got ya!" she said laughing.
This comment pissed Gracie off.
"In the words of a great racer. It doesn't matter whether it's by an inch or a mile-..."
"WINNING'S WINNING!" the rest of the crowd screamed the words Dominic had once said. He wondered how Gracie knew that. But then he remembered street racers from all over the state could quote him so he really wasn't surprised in the end.
He tried to go over to Gracie and talk to her but she was immersed in the crowd and pretended not to notice him. He'd talk to her later at the after party.
It was Dom's turn to race. He won. What else was knew? He didn't even have to try anymore and that sort of disappointed him.
"COPS!" someone yelled. Everyone immediately got into their cars and sped away and then re-met up at the Toretto house. Gracie showed up for about 5 minutes and then left. Dominic for once didn't give a shit about all the guests they had in the house and raced off to find her. He remembered when she was little she liked to go down to this little beach the next street over that few people knew about. She went there when she was scared or had to think. He only remembered this because her mother panicked one day when she couldn't find her and the team had been sent on a neighborhood search. Dom was the one who found her.
He took his car and slowed it down before the beach. He didn't want to scare the living shit out of her with the headlights if she was there. And she was. He saw her sitting about 5 feet from the tide in the dark.
He got out of his car and walked down the beach and found her curled with her knees up to her chest and she was smoking a cigarette. He had no idea that she smoked but he wasn't going to lecture her on it. He had no place to do that anymore. He was no longer only her protector but the one she loved and being in that place took away his right to act as a father to her.
"How'd you find me?" Gracie said without turning around. He had been too quiet for her to heat him, how had she known he was there.
"I'll tell you after you tell me how you knew I was here." Dominic replied.
"I know your smell Dominic. It's not noticeable to others but I couldn't miss it ever." Gracie said taking a drag on the cigarette.
"What do I smell like?" Dominic asked.
"It's a nice smell. A mixture of peppermint, Corona and motor oil." Gracie said blowing O's out of her mouth.
"That doesn't sound like a great smell." Dominic said, wondering why no one ever told him that he smelled like that.
"Most people don't notice it, but I do and it's a good smell. It's welcoming." Gracie said still refusing to turn around and look at him.
He finally moved to her side and sat down next to her. She still wouldn't look at him. He'd really screwed up this time. He sighed and buried his head in her shoulder.
"Please forgive me for any stupid shit I've ever done. I love you." Dominic said in an almost inaudible voice.
"I forgive you Dom." Gracie said still not looking at him.
"If you forgive me why wont you look at me?" Dominic replied
"You have to earn that." Gracie said getting up and walking down the beach.
He sat for a minute watching her walk. She was such a beauty. He loved the way she walked and talked. He was happy to have her at least talking to him. The breath in her voice made him want to live forever just for her.
He finally got up and followed her down the beach. She stopped dead in her tracks and jumped into his arms and kissed him.
"Dominic I'm sorry for being a bitch. I love you more than you'll ever know." She said continuing to kiss him.
But Dominic knew.
Chapter 7.
Dominic drove to the races that night in complete silence. There was no one in his car for him to talk to. Gracie was apparently going to meet him at the races. If she even came at all. He was sorry for what he did and for making her feel pressured. But he felt the worst knowing that Gracie thought he was going to hit her. Was he that big and tough a guy to be scared of-people actually thought he'd hit a woman?
Dominic believed that guys who hit girls were the scum of the earth. You never hit a woman. He learned that at an early age. He'd never even hit Mia in his entire life not even when he was young and mad at her! So why would he start hitting girls now? And especially the one he loved?
He prepared to be completely fake that night, parked his car and all the racing skanks headed over to him. Not unusual. No matter when Dominic did they just kept coming around. They sometimes even showed up to the house unexpectedly to hook up with Dom or do more. More than half the time Dominic didn't refuse them and he regretted all those times with the girls whose names he'd even forgotten.
Gracie pulled up in her car and stepped out. She was wearing the shortest black leather skirt that Dominic had ever seen in his life, black knee-hi boots and a VERY low cut black short sleeved tight fitting shirt that had flailed sleeves. She looked good and Dominic obviously wasn't the only one who noticed.
When Gracie stepped out of the car about 10-15 different guys crowded around her, including some of Dominic's close friends. Edwin and Hector stepped up to her looked her up and down and then noticed her car.
"You gonna race tonight?" Edwin asked her.
She smiled and didn't answer.
"What do you have under this hood?"
She still just continued to smile.
"Jesus Christ esa's got this thing going on." Hector yelled out as he opened her hood. And he wasn't lying. She had just about everything a street racer dreams of. Cold air intake, nitrous fuel injection, there's no need to go on. She had it all. It was literally the perfect car for her. Gracie had raced a good amount of time when she lived with her aunt. But she failed to mention it to Dominic...it had apparently slipped her mind. But the truth was there was too much past in her street racing for her to get into it with Dominic. She knew he would be out tracking people down.
During a street race that happened about 5 months before she moved in with the team she was rammed by another car from the back trying to send her into a wall. She swerved and pulled the car around, slowed it down and got out as fast as she could and waited for the bitch from the other car to get out of hers. Needless to say, when she got out of the car it wasn't pretty.
Gracie was a full believe that you didn't have to fight anyone until they threw the first punch. She smiled her bitchiest smile at the girl.
"You forget the rules you fucking whore?" she said smiling coyly.
This bitch wasn't happy; she had to be at least 2 or 3 years older than Gracie and hadn't been happy when a 14 year old who couldn't even legally drive was beating her street racing.
"I wouldn't be talking about rules if I were you. Your not even old enough to drive, you're a racer skank in training." The bitch stated. She wasn't known by anything other than bitch to Gracie.
"Yeah I wanna grow up to be just like you." Gracie said smiling even wider, she clicked her tongue and walked away knowing the girl was about to come up behind her and of course she did. Gracie turned around and let the girl punch her in the face.
Gracie grabber her by the neck, she was about the same height as her, and threw her to the ground. She sat on top of her and punched her in the face 13 times before she even considered letting the girl up. The girl's nose was clearly broken and she was bleeding from other areas on her face. Gracie just smiled as everyone else was crowding around to see what had happened. She wasn't worried about getting into trouble. What would they tell the police? Two girls got into a cat fight while they were supposed to be having a street race?
"Better clean the skank up." Gracie said throwing a rag out of her car into the crowd before driving away.
She had been a tough girl. It was truth that she could handle herself and just about anyone else. She had seriously considering punching Dom that night when she thought he was going to hit her but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She didn't trust herself to stop hitting him and she wasn't sure whether he'd hit her back. She had gotten into it with guys before, but they were all her age and were those types of guys that you hear about when they're thirty on the news when they beat their wives to death.
Those boys were being taught a lesson. Gracie tried to show them how it was, but she didn't think they were going to change for the better, she just felt sorry for the girlfriends that they would hit later on. She couldn't hit Dom because she wouldn't be teaching him anything. He was 25 he knew not to hit a girl so what would she be teaching him if he HAD hit her and she hit him back? Nothing. He knew better and it was too late for him to learn otherwise.
At this point she was still angry with Dom for pressuring her and being hard on her. Sometimes he was like a spoiled little boy who threw a tantrum when things didn't go as he pleased or her didn't get all the things he wanted. She sighed at this thought. She hoped he would change for her.
When she snapped back to reality there were still a lot of guys standing around her and Edwin again asked her "Are you gonna race tonight?". Gracie thought about it for a minute and then smiled again.
"What's the buy-in?" she asked him tilting her head to the side.
"2 g's." Edwin replied.
"Sure why not." She said handing him the cash.
Dominic saw what was going on and he couldn't believe that she was going to race. She was going to race with the girls obviously but he couldn't believe that she had all that shit under her hood and didn't say anything and more importantly that he was King of the Street Racers and he didn't notice! Gracie had kept him from seeing anything else besides her. She had a way of doing those sort of things to you without meaning to. You could get completely lost in her and not even notice what the hell was going on around you.
The girls race was first. They pulled up to the starting line and Hector raised his arms. All the girls revved their engines and peeled off when Hector lowered his arms. Gracie was in the lead from the beginning. She was a fast little bitch. She hadn't even hit her up her N2O tank yet once and some of the girls had already hit it twice. A-wanna-be-racer bitch started to edge up on her so she sighed and pushed the button sending her over the finish line.
Gracie got out of the car and smiled as the bitch that "almost had her" got out of the car and smiled at her.
"Almost got ya!" she said laughing.
This comment pissed Gracie off.
"In the words of a great racer. It doesn't matter whether it's by an inch or a mile-..."
"WINNING'S WINNING!" the rest of the crowd screamed the words Dominic had once said. He wondered how Gracie knew that. But then he remembered street racers from all over the state could quote him so he really wasn't surprised in the end.
He tried to go over to Gracie and talk to her but she was immersed in the crowd and pretended not to notice him. He'd talk to her later at the after party.
It was Dom's turn to race. He won. What else was knew? He didn't even have to try anymore and that sort of disappointed him.
"COPS!" someone yelled. Everyone immediately got into their cars and sped away and then re-met up at the Toretto house. Gracie showed up for about 5 minutes and then left. Dominic for once didn't give a shit about all the guests they had in the house and raced off to find her. He remembered when she was little she liked to go down to this little beach the next street over that few people knew about. She went there when she was scared or had to think. He only remembered this because her mother panicked one day when she couldn't find her and the team had been sent on a neighborhood search. Dom was the one who found her.
He took his car and slowed it down before the beach. He didn't want to scare the living shit out of her with the headlights if she was there. And she was. He saw her sitting about 5 feet from the tide in the dark.
He got out of his car and walked down the beach and found her curled with her knees up to her chest and she was smoking a cigarette. He had no idea that she smoked but he wasn't going to lecture her on it. He had no place to do that anymore. He was no longer only her protector but the one she loved and being in that place took away his right to act as a father to her.
"How'd you find me?" Gracie said without turning around. He had been too quiet for her to heat him, how had she known he was there.
"I'll tell you after you tell me how you knew I was here." Dominic replied.
"I know your smell Dominic. It's not noticeable to others but I couldn't miss it ever." Gracie said taking a drag on the cigarette.
"What do I smell like?" Dominic asked.
"It's a nice smell. A mixture of peppermint, Corona and motor oil." Gracie said blowing O's out of her mouth.
"That doesn't sound like a great smell." Dominic said, wondering why no one ever told him that he smelled like that.
"Most people don't notice it, but I do and it's a good smell. It's welcoming." Gracie said still refusing to turn around and look at him.
He finally moved to her side and sat down next to her. She still wouldn't look at him. He'd really screwed up this time. He sighed and buried his head in her shoulder.
"Please forgive me for any stupid shit I've ever done. I love you." Dominic said in an almost inaudible voice.
"I forgive you Dom." Gracie said still not looking at him.
"If you forgive me why wont you look at me?" Dominic replied
"You have to earn that." Gracie said getting up and walking down the beach.
He sat for a minute watching her walk. She was such a beauty. He loved the way she walked and talked. He was happy to have her at least talking to him. The breath in her voice made him want to live forever just for her.
He finally got up and followed her down the beach. She stopped dead in her tracks and jumped into his arms and kissed him.
"Dominic I'm sorry for being a bitch. I love you more than you'll ever know." She said continuing to kiss him.
But Dominic knew.