The next chapter…as promised. =)

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That night Dom got dressed and went out to his car, ready to go searching for the races, when his phone rang. "Hello?" he answered gruffly.

"Dom, it's Brian, I got you some info on the racing scene in NYC," the man on the other line said.

"Yeah?"

"Long Island."

"What? Bri you gotta tell me more than that," Dom said, exasperated.

"Aight, damn man, chill, you didn't let me finish. The races are held somewhere in Long Island, the ring leader of it all is a woman."

"Who?"

"Sorry that much I couldn't find out, but I know it won't be easy to get in with them. This girl is good like, the team good, like even better than the team good, you're gonna have to practice a little to beat her," Brian said grimly.

Dom scoffed, "Is that all?"

"Yeah, and Dom, find her okay?" With that Brian hung up, leaving Dom to contemplate his next move.

"I guess I'm going to Long Island," he sighed, all he wanted to do was find Letty. And he wasn't even sure that she'd be there.

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Dom drove for about an hour, it wasn't too early, almost midnight, and he knew the racers would be out at this time. He looked for the most deserted part of town, and he found it soon enough. "This is gonna be a piece of cake," he said with a confidence that he did not feel.

He spotted a tricked out car and heard the familiar purr of a modified engine. All I have to do is follow the bread crumbs, Dom thought, a ghost of a smile flickering across his handsome features. He followed the car at a discreet distance, praying that it would lead him to his lost treasure.

"You'll find her, you'll find her this time," Dom whispered to himself, mostly trying to convince himself that he would. Thinking that saying it out loud instead of in his head, would finally make it true. "Don't worry, you'll find her."

It didn't take too long for Dom to notice the huge amount of modified cars just ahead of him. He knew they had gotten to the race site, or at least to where everyone met, it reminded Dom of his own glory days. But those days were long gone, and he only had one purpose now, he had only one purpose for the past two years.

"Do what you have to do man, just do what you gotta do." Dom remembered Vince saying that to him once, although he didn't quite remember exactly when. It was when they were still teenagers, one of their many crises. Letty had caught him with some girl and flipped out, he knew that she was in love with him, but Dom couldn't bring himself to admit that he loved her too. The story of their lives…

Now he was definitely going to do what he had to, no matter what that was. And ironically, once again the advice was being used for his and Letty's sake. Dom shook his head, a laugh escaping his mouth, it held no humor. He was all business as he entered the world of the New York City racers, as he reentered the world he had long ago left behind.

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The last race was about to take place, it was with the leader, the woman Brian had warned Dom about just a few hours before. Dom droved up beside her car, not even bothering to look at her, he just needed to race.

A man came to tap on his window, "Yo, what do you think you're doin' man?"

"I'm gonna race her," Dom said calmly, motioning to the other car.

The other guy laughed, "You got 5 G's bro?"

Dom laughed, still no humor within his deep voice. Without saying a word, he pulled out five grand from under his jacket on the passenger seat, and handed it to the shell shocked man. The man nodded slowly and went to the other side, presumably to talk to the "Racer Queen." He came back, not too long after, and Dom lowered his window once again.

"She said okay, but you better be ready to lose," the man said with a chuckle. His faced looked like he almost felt sorry for Dom, the poor new guy who was going to race the queen, and lose. Dom only nodded, and proceeded to roll up his window, he didn't really care what the guy had to say anyway.

A mere ten seconds later, the race was ready to get going, Dom watched the guy in the middle of the two cars. On your mark, 2 seconds, Get set, 5 seconds, GO! And with that signal both cars were off. The scent of burned rubber was the only thing you could smell as the powerful machines ripped through the air.

They were head to head, equals, the woman in the other car was a bit surprised. But she could tell that this new guy didn't know the roads, didn't know the races, didn't know the strips. Yet he was a formidable foe, and for that she was glad. She hadn't had a real challenge in a while, and this was a welcomed relief. Come on, let's see what you can really do.

60 miles per hour.

80.

100.

120.

The race was getting closer, but the racing queen had control of the lead, she obviously knew what she was doing.

140.

The hiss of NOS, and Dom lurched in front of the woman. But a sly smirk came across her beautiful face, and she laughed. Too quick big boy.

150.

The woman hit her NOS button, and sailed past Dom, 3 seconds later she was across the finish line. And as expected, the racing queen had won, but for some odd reason Dom was still calm, he was still cool and collected. He wasn't there to win the race.

Both drivers went back to the starting line, and it wasn't till then that Dom decided to get out of his car. It was time for him to meet this mystery "Racer Queen," the woman who had beaten him. She had his back turned to him, obviously busy collecting her money.

Dom was entranced by her. Long raven hair, leather pants, small knife strapped to her thigh, slender figure. She was truly beautiful, even from behind, so who could she be? And then, she turned around.

"Letty."

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I'm getting back in the habit people. I'll have the next chapter up soon. Remember to review!!!!!!!!!! Please, I really appreciate it. =)

-Zuleyka