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BRIAN'S POV
"I could kill him! How could he do this?" Brian paced the floor of his kitchen, angrilly storming back and forth. "He's taking chances with our lives!"
Mia stood in front of him, stopping Brian. "Listen, my brother knows what he's doing. We just have to trust him."
"Why should we trust him? He's put our houses and our livelyhoods up as a wager! I didn't leave the police force for this!"
"No. You left because you had faith in Dom."
Brian stopped at this point, the idea shocking him. It was true, his change in life had come out of his trust in Dom. How could he just turn his back on him like that? But there was still the future to think of...
Mia swept her chestnut-brown hair out of her pretty face and hugged Brian tightly. "Baby, I know why this is bothering you so much. You're scared that because we're trying for a child and you're worried that I'll get pregnant and we'll lose everything. We'll be fine, as long as we always have each other."
"Yeah," said Brian, but he knew that it wasn't the case. Rae Merrie was her name, 26 years old and living in a rich part of Los Angeles, and Brian had been secretly seeing her for the past few months. He wanted to tell Mia, but he just couldn't. He couldn't bear to see the look of hurt on her beautiful face.
- That night-
DOM'S POV
The race was packed with people. Dome stepped out of his car and looked around. The rest of the crew had turned up with him and that made him smile. His ribs still hurt, making him wince with pain when he walked. He had never seen Letty so angry, she had jumped at him and hit him with a table lamp. He had not hit her back because his father had taught him not to hit girls, and he was a gentleman.
Then a man tapped Dom on the shoulder. He turned and saw a big man who had even more muscles than Dom.
"Don't even be thinking of starting a fight," said Vince, stepping in front of the huge man. "I've fought bigger things than you, and they're called trucks."
"Yeah, and he only came off with a few stitches," added Leon as he stepped up.
Dom pushed the both out of the way. "Thanks guys, but I can fight my own battles." He looked right at the bigger man. "What is it?"
"It's not a fight, my client want to race you." He pointed at the black Lamborghini Gallardo on the start line of the race. The car had a giant spider painted all over the body, looking detailed enough to be real.
"Ok I'll race," Dom said. "What's the stakes?"
"Pink slips."
Dom licked his lips at the thought of winning the Gallardo. It was a really great car, much better than his RX-7 that he drove. If he could win that car, it would be all he needed. More than a win, more than money, he needed to regain his self-respect. Letty had taken that from him, but what could he do?
He could race, that was what he could do.
"Ok, it's on." Dom got into his car, staring at the black car opposite. The windows were totally blacked out, and he couldn't see who was inside.
"Doesn't matter, I'm winning this."
The crowd cleared, and Dom saw his friend Jesse walk out into the road. Jesse was more like a brother to him to tell the truth, but it was like that with the whole team. Jesse put his arms high in the air before bringing them back down and starting the race.
They both drove off the start line, but Dom was winning from the start. He used his NOS once and crossed the finish ,line before the black car. He got out and was surrounded by the whole crowd, everyone touching and reaching for him like he was a movie star.
The Lamborghini came to a halt beside the crowd, who all waited to pelt the loser with taunts.
She stepped out of the car. She was the most incredibly beautiful girl Dom had seen, the most beautiful any of them had seen. Her long black hair fell all the way down her back past her slender body, and her face was so pretty, with massive grey eyes and black-painted lips. Her large breasts were held by a tight Good Charlotte T-shirt that was short enough to reveal the silver Celtic cross she had through her belly button piercing. Her baggy black jeans scraped along the ground as she went. Down her arms were tattoos of crosses, angels, demons and latin and celtic phrases.
She crossed over to a shocked Dom and slipped the pink slip for her car into his large, masculine hand. "Hi Dom, I'm Spirit," she said.
