They pulled up to the racing street. Everybody was already there except for them. Dom and his crew purposely came at a late time. It gave them a dramatic entrance. They were formed in their usual V form, but this time Serena's car was in the lead while Dom sat next to her. People frowned as they came in, wondering why she was in the lead?

Serena opened the door and got out. Straightening out her outfit. Dom got out and shut the door as his crew came over.

"Yo, Dom, where's your car, man?" Hector asked looking at Serena's dark blue Honda.

"I didn't bring it," he shook his head, telling the crowd.

"You ain't racing, dawg?" Saul asked.

"No, I'm not," he shook his head again.

"Finally one of my racers can win," Hernandez laughed with glee, grabbing his girl around the waist.

"If they can beat my sister they can," he said at a normal tone.

The crowd hushed. "What?" Hector asked.

"You heard me. Serena is racing tonight in my place. She's representing our team," Dom declared. Some people snickered.

"You gotta be jokin' man," Edwin laughed. "My man will smoke her."

"Why don't you put your money where your mouth is?" Serena told him, stepping up. The crowd Oohed in a 'she got you' manner.

He nodded. "Aight, five grand per racer," he said, showing the money.

"You're on," Dom said smiling. "Any other takers?" a kid from Chan's group entered along with another one from Hernandez's group.

"Count me in," Dom and Serena turned to see another guy coming forward. Serena had never seen him before, neither had Dom. He was tall, about 5'11'. He had short, raven dark black hair that was spiked like most guys kept theirs. He had dark brown eyes that shined and a dark yet small goatee on his chin. There were two small silver loops in each ear; they glinted in the streetlight. He wore a dark blue shirt with a black jacket over it and a pair of loose fitting blue jeans that actually fit on his waist instead of falling every three minutes. Serena had to admit to herself, he was cute.

"Can I be in on this?" he asked showing the money.

Dom smiled, "Yeah sure. The more in the more I win."

"We'll see about that. She's only a girl," he told him.

Serena lifted her eyebrows, "Excuse me. Did you just say I can't beat you cuz I'm a girl?"

"Yeah, you gonna prove me wrong?"

"Honey, I hope you like the rear of my car, cuz it's all you're gonna be seeing,' she smiled, getting in his face. The crowd oohed again, knowing she had him.

He nodded, "Then let's make this interesting. If I win you're car is mine."

"Whoa!" Dom stepped in. "Now you want to play for pink slips."

"Yeah, if I win her car is mine. The slips will be between the two of us."

"I don't think you should be-"

"Wait Dom," she stepped in front of her brother. "If I win I get your car?"

He nodded and she smiled nodding. "You're on. Where's your car?"

He pointed to the black Honda Civic CR-V that had a sun and a moon on the hood in a whitish color. "You wanna look under the hood?"

"No," she shook her head. "I'll look after the race is over and it's mine."

The crowd ooed again and Hernandez's racer spoke up. "You should wake away while the goings good girlie. Racings for big boys, go home and play with your dolls."

Serena smiled and nodded at the crowd then walked over to stand in front of him. She straightened out her black tank top and hitched up her beige pants letting them slide back down, revealing her under wear straps.

"You think I can't race cuz I'm a girl, too," she asked looking him in the eye.

He nodded smiling, "You should be playing with your dollies and wearing cute little dresses. Take after your sister, not your wannabe tough brother."

"I take after my brother and you picked the wrong girl to mess with," she told him flat out, her temper flaring.

"Ooooo what you gonna do? Tell your brother to beat me up? I'm so scared," he teased and laughed.

"I'm gonna do this," she brought her knee up hard and hit him straight in the groin. He doubled over and the crowd hissed feeling his pain. She hit him in the face knocking him to the ground. She put her boot-covered foot on his already sore groin and pressed down firmly making him cry out.

"Say sorry," she said in a singsong voice.

"Sorry," he squeaked.

"Say girls can race and I can win because I'm like my brother who's the best and say you're a sorry sack of shit."

"No."

She pressed down harder, "Okay," he cried out. "You can race and win cuz you're like your brother who is the best and I'm a sorry sack of shit."

She stepped off him, "That's a good boy."

The crowd cheered her and she looked at Hernandez. "I think you're gonna need a new racer. Bee Bee Balls Brad won't be able to race tonight or do other things." She kicked him lightly and walked over to her brother who stared at her in shock.

"That was impressive, but don't be doing it again," he told her.

"He talked shit about you, I hate it when people do that. Makes me lose my temper when they bag on my family."

He nodded, understanding. "I get the same way, but no more."

She nodded, "Aight, I won't do it again, sheesh."

Vince patted her back, "You are your brother."

Serena smiled in response, "And I'm damn proud to be."

"Alright, if there are no more contestants, let's get this under way before the cops come," Dom shouted so every one could hear. He head off to the sidelines with the rest of his team.

Serena brought her modified, dark blue, Honda Civic up to the start line. The bodywork wasn't quite finished, but it was a royal midnight blue color that she loved. She put her CD in and Eminem blasted through the speakers. She glanced over at the others. They smiled, ready to embarrass her. On her other side, the new guy, was looking at her too. He smiled and gave her a nod. Serena returned the gesture and revved her engine, turning on the NOS tanks. She was ready for this.

Hector dropped his arm shouting 'go' and that was what she did. All she did was hit the gas and she was speeding ahead of almost everyone else. Almost. The new guy was right next to her, she was only a few feet ahead of him. He hit his NOS button and flew forward. Serena shook her head and chuckled.

"Too soon, dumbass, too soon," she waited and then hit hers. "Later," she sang out as she flew way ahead and crossed the finish grinning and laughing. She slowed and turned around heading to the start. She got out of her car and Dom swooped her up, lifting her into his arms. He had a big grin plastered on his face.

"You did it," he shouted. "You won!"

"I knew you could," Mia smiled patting her arm.

"Way to show em whose boss," Letty added as Dom spun her in a quick circle, he set her down and hugged her.

"That's my girl! That's my diamond. If dad could have seen that, he'd be so happy."

"It doesn't matter if he saw it," she smiled back. "You did!"

Hector and the others came over.

"She's definitely a Toretto, dawg. No doubt about that, she gots your skills and temper, but she gots Letty's moves."

"Taught her everything she knows," Letty said, wrapping her arm around Serena's shoulders.

The boy walked over and smiled, "You're tougher than you look. I guess you win the car."

Serena looked at him and felt something stirring inside her, "No, it's yours. I like my car. I don't need another."

"You're gonna let him keep it?" Vince cried out, stepping closer to her.

"Yeah, got a problem Vince," she asked, looking him in the eye.

He stepped back and shook his head, keeping silent for fear of saying something he'd regret. Her mind was already made up. He knew she was too stubborn to change it.

"Your car is yours," she told him. "Fix it and come challenge me again."

He nodded. "I'll do that. What's your name?"

"Serena, and what's yours?"

He was about to say it when Leon came over the speaker. "Cops, get the fuck out of here. Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go."

"They always pick the wrong times," Serena said. "I'll see you around." She told him getting into her car with Dom and taking off.

He got into his and took off towards his house where a party was starting next door.
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HAS SERENAS FORTUNE COME TRUE…….FIND OUT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER.