Chapter 2. "Who The Fuck Are You!"
Everybody headed back towards their cars, girls attempted to hitch rides off of guys with the cutest cars. Dom and his team headed off at the same time keeping together, they followed Hectors green civic to the main road. Much of the road was already blocked off, cars parked at the top of streets stopping any on coming traffic and layed a track for Dom and the other 3 racers who were parked at the freshly painted start line.
Letty walked towards Dom's car she leaned down, "How much you put on?" She asked. "4 g's" answered Dom.
"That it? You know your going to win, why not put on a little bit more?" she questioned.
"Its enough Letty, anyways who says i'm going to win for sure?" Dom answered in a serious tone.
"I do," and with that Letty walked away. Dom took a glance at her arse, he knew she was walking extra slowly in order to psyche him up, and it was working. Dom switched on his boom box all he needed know was the all clear from Leon who was back at his own car listening in on police radio signals. Dom glanced up, there were a lot of people here tonight, he was determined to fully win back his rep of Torretto "king" of street racing. Dominic smiled to himself as he pictured himself wearing a crown.
Just then something caught his eye he glanced up, coming towards him on the cleared road were 3 black Mazda R-8's, with tinted black windows. "What the fuck!" Dom shouted aloud. The three cars drew closer, the crowd drew to a silence. They stopped meters in front of the start line facing the racers in perfect alignment. The tinted windows made it impossible for Dominic to tell who was driving. Mia and Letty watching from the crowd glanced at Dom to see his reaction. Dom switched off his music and stepped out of the car slamming shut the door, he looked furious. He walked towards the cars, Hector and a few others walked in close pursuit.
Suddenly the doors to all three cars opened at the same time, from the car on the left and right out stepped 6 men, all wearing crisp black suits, with black shirts and shoes. From the centre car two people stepped out, a tall tanned man and a young girl. The man like the other men wore black suits but wore a white shirt, the young girl on the other hand wore all white. She wore white leather trousers and a white jacket, she looked no older than 18 if that.
"Good evening Mr Torretto," said the man in the white shirt.
"How the hell do you know my name?" asked Dom angrily.
"Well doesn't everybody know the famous Dominic Torretto," the man replied with a hint of sarcasm.
"Who the FUCK are you?" shouted Dom; there was no need for niceties here.
"You need not know who I am Mr Torretto, but my name is Ray Hoddle. I am here tonight to enter a racer into this race" replied the man calmly.
Dom was losing his temper and fast, he could not believe this moron, "What the fuck makes you think I am going to let you race!?!" shouted Dom.
"I trust this will" he held up a packet "in here is 20 g's, if you let my racer race and you win you can keep this money, if you lose we get the standard 4g's from each of you".
Dom wanted to walk over and smash his face in right now but he restrained himself. 20g was a lot of money, money he could do with. It wasn't like this moron was going to beat him, so he could have the satisfaction of beating him and taking his money to wash that smug smile of the flashy git. "Fine, Hector get the money off him. One racer, one race. Now move your fucking cars out of the fucking way!". The guy in the white shirt looked angry at being ordered about but he followed them anyways. The man walked up to the young girl and said something to her. She clambered into the middle vehicle; the other men got into the remaining two cars and drove to the finish line. The girl pulled up beside him.
"What? No way." Dominic thought, "I'm not racing the girl". Not that he had anything against girls racing, he knew Letty was a lot better racer than most men, but this girl was so young. He glanced at the other racers, by the look on their faces they seemed to be thinking the same thing. "What the heck" thought Dom, "Its her choice". He glanced over at Mia who shot him a concerned look, Dom shrugged in return. He glanced back at the girl now parked on his right, her window was wound down, she was glaring forward, her brown hair bobbing on her shoulders. She was extremely pale and looked nervous, her hands were gripping the steering wheel tightly. "Who the fuck are these people, and how do they know my name?" Dom questioned himself, he shock off the nervous feeling they were cops- they were far too flashy for that.
Leon's voice blared from the walkie-talkie in Dom's car, "Dom, there's a riot at the Eros nightclub, all officers are being called to deal with it, we're all clear!". Dom took one last glance at the girl before shouting to hector "WE'RE GOOD TO GO!". Hector nodded in response, "Racers, start up your engines!" he shouted. Blue flames burst all the exhaust pipes, the drivers revved up their cars. The crowd quietened.
Hector stood at the sideline with a flag, he mimed the words three two one and then dropped the flag.
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Everybody headed back towards their cars, girls attempted to hitch rides off of guys with the cutest cars. Dom and his team headed off at the same time keeping together, they followed Hectors green civic to the main road. Much of the road was already blocked off, cars parked at the top of streets stopping any on coming traffic and layed a track for Dom and the other 3 racers who were parked at the freshly painted start line.
Letty walked towards Dom's car she leaned down, "How much you put on?" She asked. "4 g's" answered Dom.
"That it? You know your going to win, why not put on a little bit more?" she questioned.
"Its enough Letty, anyways who says i'm going to win for sure?" Dom answered in a serious tone.
"I do," and with that Letty walked away. Dom took a glance at her arse, he knew she was walking extra slowly in order to psyche him up, and it was working. Dom switched on his boom box all he needed know was the all clear from Leon who was back at his own car listening in on police radio signals. Dom glanced up, there were a lot of people here tonight, he was determined to fully win back his rep of Torretto "king" of street racing. Dominic smiled to himself as he pictured himself wearing a crown.
Just then something caught his eye he glanced up, coming towards him on the cleared road were 3 black Mazda R-8's, with tinted black windows. "What the fuck!" Dom shouted aloud. The three cars drew closer, the crowd drew to a silence. They stopped meters in front of the start line facing the racers in perfect alignment. The tinted windows made it impossible for Dominic to tell who was driving. Mia and Letty watching from the crowd glanced at Dom to see his reaction. Dom switched off his music and stepped out of the car slamming shut the door, he looked furious. He walked towards the cars, Hector and a few others walked in close pursuit.
Suddenly the doors to all three cars opened at the same time, from the car on the left and right out stepped 6 men, all wearing crisp black suits, with black shirts and shoes. From the centre car two people stepped out, a tall tanned man and a young girl. The man like the other men wore black suits but wore a white shirt, the young girl on the other hand wore all white. She wore white leather trousers and a white jacket, she looked no older than 18 if that.
"Good evening Mr Torretto," said the man in the white shirt.
"How the hell do you know my name?" asked Dom angrily.
"Well doesn't everybody know the famous Dominic Torretto," the man replied with a hint of sarcasm.
"Who the FUCK are you?" shouted Dom; there was no need for niceties here.
"You need not know who I am Mr Torretto, but my name is Ray Hoddle. I am here tonight to enter a racer into this race" replied the man calmly.
Dom was losing his temper and fast, he could not believe this moron, "What the fuck makes you think I am going to let you race!?!" shouted Dom.
"I trust this will" he held up a packet "in here is 20 g's, if you let my racer race and you win you can keep this money, if you lose we get the standard 4g's from each of you".
Dom wanted to walk over and smash his face in right now but he restrained himself. 20g was a lot of money, money he could do with. It wasn't like this moron was going to beat him, so he could have the satisfaction of beating him and taking his money to wash that smug smile of the flashy git. "Fine, Hector get the money off him. One racer, one race. Now move your fucking cars out of the fucking way!". The guy in the white shirt looked angry at being ordered about but he followed them anyways. The man walked up to the young girl and said something to her. She clambered into the middle vehicle; the other men got into the remaining two cars and drove to the finish line. The girl pulled up beside him.
"What? No way." Dominic thought, "I'm not racing the girl". Not that he had anything against girls racing, he knew Letty was a lot better racer than most men, but this girl was so young. He glanced at the other racers, by the look on their faces they seemed to be thinking the same thing. "What the heck" thought Dom, "Its her choice". He glanced over at Mia who shot him a concerned look, Dom shrugged in return. He glanced back at the girl now parked on his right, her window was wound down, she was glaring forward, her brown hair bobbing on her shoulders. She was extremely pale and looked nervous, her hands were gripping the steering wheel tightly. "Who the fuck are these people, and how do they know my name?" Dom questioned himself, he shock off the nervous feeling they were cops- they were far too flashy for that.
Leon's voice blared from the walkie-talkie in Dom's car, "Dom, there's a riot at the Eros nightclub, all officers are being called to deal with it, we're all clear!". Dom took one last glance at the girl before shouting to hector "WE'RE GOOD TO GO!". Hector nodded in response, "Racers, start up your engines!" he shouted. Blue flames burst all the exhaust pipes, the drivers revved up their cars. The crowd quietened.
Hector stood at the sideline with a flag, he mimed the words three two one and then dropped the flag.
-------Okay ppl this is my first story so please read and review!!---------- ------------