We got nothing Dawg
Summary: The team moved to Miami after Brian. They're bored, they know of no racing and they want to go home. 1 problem. Dom would go to Lompoc. Maybe just Maybe Letty's old friend, underground race queen, Dime could give them a reason to stay.
Chapter 3, The Streets
Diamante walked confidently into the sitting room where the team were sat,
"I suppose i got some explaining to..." She began,
"Too damb fucking right you have! When were you planning on telling us that you was in Lompoc? Or that you tried to kill Lance Tran? Were you just gonna hope we never found out? Wipe that smirk off your face young Lady If you were in..." He was cut off by an enraged Dime,
"IF I WAS IN WHAT DOM? YOUR FUCKING TEAM? WOULD YOU KICK ME OUT, WELL THANK FUCK I'M NOT AND I NEVER WILL BE! YOU DONT RULE THESE STREETS DOM, YOU DON'T OWN NO ONE, IN MIAMA EVERYONE IS THEMSELVES, YOU RACE WHETHER YOU GOT A CREW OR NOT, EVERYONE'S AN INDIVIDUAL! YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO. I DONT HAVE TO LET YOU STAY AT MY HOUSE FUCKHEAD! I'M ONLY LETTIN YOU GUYS STAY BECAUSE I LOVE THE REST OF TEAM LIKE I'D LOVE MY FAMILY IF I HAD ANY. BUT DOM, I DONT LOVE YOU LIKE FAMILY BECAUSE YOU FUCKED ME OFF AND ALOT OF PEOPLE DID NOT WANT YOU IN MY HOUSE. BUT I LET YOU ANYHOW, SHOW ME SOME FUCKING RESPECT. YOU DON'T KNOW THE LANCE TRAN STORY AND EVEN IF YOU WANTED TO I WOULDN'T TELL YOU BECAUSE I DONT FUCKING TRUST YOU. YOU THINK YOUR THIS SUPERSTAR WHO'S LOVED BY ANY FUCKER WHO RACES, REALITY CHECK YOUR NOT. YOU NEVER WILL BE UNLESS YOU LEARN YOUR PLACE..." Dom screamed,
"DONT YOU FUCKING DARE TALK TO ME LIKE THAT BITCH. YOU DON'T RULE THESE STREETS EITHER DIME," He stood over her but she held firm even with tears in her eyes,
"IT'S DIAMANTE TO YOU!AND YOUR WRONG DOM I DO, I FUCKING RULE THESE STREETS, IF I WANTED YOU DEAD YOU WOULD BE DEAD. WATCH YOUR STEP DOM BECAUSE I'M ON THE VIRGE OF THROWING THE WHOLE TEAM OUT. SEE DOM, IN MIAMI TEAMS DONT WORK BECAUSE A TEAM STAYS TOGETHER, YOU FUCK UP, YOU ALL GO. I DONT GIVE A FUCK. GROW UP DOM THIS AINT LA, THIS IS MIAMI." She broke down now, "Look Dom. You don't own these streets, heck, you don't even own your own house let alone the streets. you can't go around telling people especially me what to do. I've done great without you, i don't need you. I don't need your team, i don't even need the mechanics or Jesse. Mia to loko after the store. I got my crew, not my team, my crew. My house Dom, My fucking rules. Learn that." Dom stepped back, her eyes told her story, she was risking everything for this team of people from La. 'fuck' Dom thought,
"Fuck, i just don't know what to say Diamante, I guess your right. We're nothing without you at the moment but if you want we'll work at ur garage and Mia can help in the store..." Mia nodded, "Jesse could do graphics..."
"Don't worry about it Dom. We'll sort this shit later. Here's my address, Be there between 11.30 and noon otherwise go rent a hotel. I don't stay past noon. I got a garage to run and a 5 year old to look after for our store girl. Be there and for god's sake call me Dime...All of you. Oh and Dom, you only got one chance, you blew your other one back in the good ol' days of LA." She said writing her address and giving it to him. She turned to walk out giving Mia and Jesse Hugs,
"We'll look after those healing wounds for you too. My mum's a nurse jess." She said leaving.
"I won't fuck up Dime, I promise." Dom shouted.
Summary: The team moved to Miami after Brian. They're bored, they know of no racing and they want to go home. 1 problem. Dom would go to Lompoc. Maybe just Maybe Letty's old friend, underground race queen, Dime could give them a reason to stay.
Chapter 3, The Streets
Diamante walked confidently into the sitting room where the team were sat,
"I suppose i got some explaining to..." She began,
"Too damb fucking right you have! When were you planning on telling us that you was in Lompoc? Or that you tried to kill Lance Tran? Were you just gonna hope we never found out? Wipe that smirk off your face young Lady If you were in..." He was cut off by an enraged Dime,
"IF I WAS IN WHAT DOM? YOUR FUCKING TEAM? WOULD YOU KICK ME OUT, WELL THANK FUCK I'M NOT AND I NEVER WILL BE! YOU DONT RULE THESE STREETS DOM, YOU DON'T OWN NO ONE, IN MIAMA EVERYONE IS THEMSELVES, YOU RACE WHETHER YOU GOT A CREW OR NOT, EVERYONE'S AN INDIVIDUAL! YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO. I DONT HAVE TO LET YOU STAY AT MY HOUSE FUCKHEAD! I'M ONLY LETTIN YOU GUYS STAY BECAUSE I LOVE THE REST OF TEAM LIKE I'D LOVE MY FAMILY IF I HAD ANY. BUT DOM, I DONT LOVE YOU LIKE FAMILY BECAUSE YOU FUCKED ME OFF AND ALOT OF PEOPLE DID NOT WANT YOU IN MY HOUSE. BUT I LET YOU ANYHOW, SHOW ME SOME FUCKING RESPECT. YOU DON'T KNOW THE LANCE TRAN STORY AND EVEN IF YOU WANTED TO I WOULDN'T TELL YOU BECAUSE I DONT FUCKING TRUST YOU. YOU THINK YOUR THIS SUPERSTAR WHO'S LOVED BY ANY FUCKER WHO RACES, REALITY CHECK YOUR NOT. YOU NEVER WILL BE UNLESS YOU LEARN YOUR PLACE..." Dom screamed,
"DONT YOU FUCKING DARE TALK TO ME LIKE THAT BITCH. YOU DON'T RULE THESE STREETS EITHER DIME," He stood over her but she held firm even with tears in her eyes,
"IT'S DIAMANTE TO YOU!AND YOUR WRONG DOM I DO, I FUCKING RULE THESE STREETS, IF I WANTED YOU DEAD YOU WOULD BE DEAD. WATCH YOUR STEP DOM BECAUSE I'M ON THE VIRGE OF THROWING THE WHOLE TEAM OUT. SEE DOM, IN MIAMI TEAMS DONT WORK BECAUSE A TEAM STAYS TOGETHER, YOU FUCK UP, YOU ALL GO. I DONT GIVE A FUCK. GROW UP DOM THIS AINT LA, THIS IS MIAMI." She broke down now, "Look Dom. You don't own these streets, heck, you don't even own your own house let alone the streets. you can't go around telling people especially me what to do. I've done great without you, i don't need you. I don't need your team, i don't even need the mechanics or Jesse. Mia to loko after the store. I got my crew, not my team, my crew. My house Dom, My fucking rules. Learn that." Dom stepped back, her eyes told her story, she was risking everything for this team of people from La. 'fuck' Dom thought,
"Fuck, i just don't know what to say Diamante, I guess your right. We're nothing without you at the moment but if you want we'll work at ur garage and Mia can help in the store..." Mia nodded, "Jesse could do graphics..."
"Don't worry about it Dom. We'll sort this shit later. Here's my address, Be there between 11.30 and noon otherwise go rent a hotel. I don't stay past noon. I got a garage to run and a 5 year old to look after for our store girl. Be there and for god's sake call me Dime...All of you. Oh and Dom, you only got one chance, you blew your other one back in the good ol' days of LA." She said writing her address and giving it to him. She turned to walk out giving Mia and Jesse Hugs,
"We'll look after those healing wounds for you too. My mum's a nurse jess." She said leaving.
"I won't fuck up Dime, I promise." Dom shouted.