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~*~ Sorry this one isn't all that detailed, but I just had to get some ground before I write the next chap.please read n review ;)

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LETTY::: Once we got into the lounge room, Dom sat down on a big lounge chair, and pulled me down on top of him. It's funny, Tony was the one that had called us all down here, and yet he was the only one that wasn't here.

I laugh at that thought and Dom gives me a queer look. "What?" he asks curious.

I just roll my eyes and shake my head, calling out. "Yo Tony, you're sposed to be in here fool!"

Everyone including Dom laugh and Tony walks calmly into the room, a big grin spreading from ear to ear.

"What, you had a call from some hot chick and it was for you not me?" Dom asks with a laugh and we all join in again.

Tony shakes his head. "I wouldn't call Roger Calleghan from Palmdale a hot chick." He said, sitting on a little wooden chair facing all of us.

We all sit up in our seats. "Roger Callaghan, THE racing co-ordinator?" Jesse asks in dis-belief, his big eyes almost popping out of his head.

Tony grins even wider and nods.

"Damn dawg, you in on a legal race?" Vince asks.

Tony shrugs a bit. "I guess. Last season I did make it into the finals." He said.

We all jump up and run to Tony at the same time, pulling him into a huge group hug, all of us yapping in his ear.

"Win this an you'll be in the championships old man." Dom laughed.

"We gotta get to work on your car." Leon said.

"When?" Mia asked.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" I just said, and Vince just laughed as Jesse kept shaking his head in disbelief.

As we all pullback Jesse asks "We gonna have to wear those gay-ass uniforms?" and we all laugh as I ruffle his hair, expecting Tony to say no.

"Of course." He said, his face a mask of seriousness.

"Woe woe woe, we're only the mechanics, we won't be changing tires an shit for your pitt stops, c'mon man, the less uniforms the cheaper." Leon says and we all laugh again, even Jesse as we realise that Tony was just teasing.

DOM::: I know it's sposed to be the other way around, but I was so proud of my dad just then. No-one deserved this as much as he did. All his life he had been known as the no good Italian street racer who wasn't even given a chance for respect. Now, he could win respect!

To tell the truth, I'm not even sure who was more excited, my dad, or the team. But for the next week we practically forgot the rest of the world. All day, everyday, we were either working on the car, working with Tony on practices, finding and hiring capable pitts-men whom we could trust, or going out and buying new parts for the car. And every night when Letty and I went to bed I made love to her. It didn't matter how tired and exhausted we were, each night as we lay in bed next to each other, we couldn't seem to keep our hands to ourselves. Night-time became something that I looked forward to each day.

Right now, it was mid-afternoon, and we have just finished, and so we are sitting down eating lunch and shit.

"I'm, gonna go get some air," I said standing from my chair and heading out into the alley past the garage."

I heard Letty join a few minutes later, and as soon as she came into sight, I grabbed her and pushed her against the wall, attacking her lips. She didn't shove them away but brought them closer, hugging me to her.