Chapter 15, The interruption.
Mia was worried about Torrie. Vince had come in going on about how Dom had found him and Torrie play fighting in the garage and he had flipped. That was awhile ago and neither had come back. Mia thought she would go check on them and make sure everything was ok. Dom and Torrie seemed to rub each other the wrong way. She thought that was a good thing in a way because it was creating sparks between them. But no one had ever really pushed Dom like Torrie. Even Letty hadn't wanted to push him too far in case she drove him to cheat.
Mia was not proud of the way her brother had treated Letty. Poor girl got so confused between blaming Dom, (where the blame belonged, he should have ended things long ago) and blaming herself. There had been lots of passion between Dom and Letty and look were it left them. She was worried about what the passion between Dom and Torrie could drive Dom to. She opened the door to the garage and looked around. She did not see them. Didn't hear them either. She hoped everything was ok, plus Vince was waiting for the all clear to finish putting his Maxima back together. She walked toward the office then saw them on the couch, making out. She turned quickly to leave but Dom saw her.
She turned back to them. "Oh man am I sorry. I was worried when no one came in." Mia stammered out. "Vince seemed to think you were out here killing each other."
Torrie turned bright red and buried her head into Dom's shoulder. Her obvious lack of shirt was telling what they were up to loud and clear.
"Well we are obviously not killing each other. Its ok Mia, we'll be in shortly. We were just making up for the last couple of days of stuff we have been doing to each other. No one is killing anyone."
"I don't know about that." Torrie whispered in his ear.
Dom chuckled.
"I see that. Well see you in the house." She left face flaming but she was secretly happy.
"How embarrassing." Torrie was still bright red. "Your sister caught us making out like high schooler's in the garage. What will everyone think?"
"Who cares? But if she had come in here ten minutes later you would be a hell of a lot more embarrassed. I don't want to have our first time be in a garage on a couch though so it is good that she came in when she did."
"I marked your neck." She fussed over him.
He kissed her again then stood her up. While she was pulling her shirt over her head he stopped her.
"What's that?" he asked, touching a speck of green showing over the waste of her pants. She undid her pants and pulled the left side way down.
"It's a shamrock, my lucky charm." Dom crouched down and kissed the spot of the tattoo on her hip bone.
"Now will it help me get lucky?"
"Most definitely, it has good luck for you written all over it."
"Any other little surprises hidden on you?"
"Yep."
"Well?"
"Um well there are but I am not telling."
"You're going to make me find them on my own are you?"
"Dom, I thought we weren't going to take our relationship in this direction? Is this real or is this joking around?" She had to know. She could not play games like this and would not go in for a fling or causal sex.
Dom looked thoughtful for a moment. "I don't really know where I see us going with a relationship but I know I want you."
Torrie thought about it. It wasn't enough. That could be any girl. He could want any girl who was in the right place at the right time. "Dom I can't get involved with you simply cause you want to have sex with me. I'm not that kind of girl. You know that."
"I know but I do want you. I don't know what to tell you."
"Ok, Dom we need to slow down and get to know each other better. Try to decide what we want out of this before we take anything further. Deal?"
"Sure." Not what he wanted but she was right she was a team member. He was willing to bend the rules for them but she was right in that it could not be a causal thing with them. He decided to put it on the back burner for now.
"Kay, lets say it was the heat of the moment and leave it at that for now. But I still wanna know where else you have tattoos." She smiled.
They chuckled. Together they headed for the house to tell Vince he could finish his car and that they had not killed each other in the garage. Dom told Vince Torrie remembered she had other plans for the afternoon.
"What other plans?" Torrie had no plans other then trying to get a tan at the beach with Vince.
"I want to take you to the track today girl." Dom looked at her with a smile.
"I would go anywhere with you Dom. Why the track? And you told me once that the track was off limits for you."
"Well they are really but they make exceptions for me over at this one place. I know the owner and he tells me when nothing is going on. Then I can head over and see what kinds of times I can do. And it is time to see what kind of times you can post."
"Well we need to take my car then. He is what I am use to driving so to get a real feel for it I need to be driving Nero."
"Nero?"
"My car is named Nero."
"Why is it 'he' when most cars are considered female?"
"Cause I can not have that kind of passionate intercourse with a thing and have it be a girl. Me and that car are so hot together that it had to be my man." She laughed.
"No way your car is that good. You and I could create sparks to burn the house down. And we ride in my car today."
"Dominic, what do you have against my car for crying out loud? It is no Mazda rx-7 but it is fast. I bet I have better times then you do in it on the track ok!"
"It is just that my ex drove a 240sx and I am not use to the idea that you have one too." He couldn't help but think of things he had done in and on Letty's Nissan.
"Dom from what I am told I could not be less like Letty. My choice of cars has nothing to do with her. You need to realize I am going to need to drive my own car and if you are going to teach me to drive I need to drive my car!"
"You need to be able to drive all sorts of cars. And I know you are not Letty."
"Well then let's take my car."
"Fine but I am having Jesse take my car down and you can do times in both. And you saying you can drive faster then me sounded like a challenge."
"That's cool. It was. Let's go." She had finally won the right to drive her own car. Even if it was just on the track.
They got Jesse and headed out. Dom would not let anyone else drive his car but her or Jesse. They should have taken the supra. Oh well lots of time for that he thought. She was right about her and Letty too. They could not be more different but Dom was glad. They took Torrie's car and she let him drive it down to the track. It was nothing like Letty's had been to drive. It handled way better and had a way more aggressive feel. It was obviously way more moded then Letty's had been. That was both a blessing and a piss off. It made him realize that she and her father had built a better car then he had. They got to the track and piled out of the cars. Just then a dark haired man ran up to Torrie and swung her up in his arms swinging her around in circles. Her hair fanned out around them.
"My god, Irish, we wondered what happened to you. I thought that was your car. It's kind of hard to miss."
"Oh Brad, It has been too long." She hugged him back tightly. She noticed Dom staring at them, that murderous glint in his eye. On any other guy she would have been pissed at the possessive behaviour but it thrilled her in Dom. It meant he did not want to share. She better diffuse the situation before Dom killed Brad. The younger man was no match for Dom, who outweighed him by about 50 pounds.
"Brad, this is Dom. Dom, my cousin Brad." Dom was glad the guy was a relative and he did not have to kill him.
"Nice to meet you man, the great Dom Torreto. Unbelievable." They shook hands. "Torrie where you been?"
"With Dom, he works me day and night." She stuck her tongue out at Dom, who laughed at the though. "I live with Dom now, long story but I am happy. That's why I seem to have dropped off the face of planet earth. He hardly lets me stop working long enough to eat let alone use the phone. He is teaching me to race and I work for him during the day."
"Uncle Harry would not be pleased that you street race Irish!"
"I know. But I want to and would have anyway. He knew that. NOS is in my blood."
Dom broke in. "What is with Irish?"
"Well when Torr was little she had the big green eyes and long black hair. Our grandparents said she looked just like your classic Irish colleen and I guess they would know since they moved here from Ireland. The name just stuck and her name is Victoria Colleen MacManus after all."
"Irish. It is a good name you know Torrie" Dom thought it suited her. It also brought back memories of her tattoo. It was time to get to work before he dwelled on that any further. "Well let's see what you can do!"
"Race me Dom."
Mia was worried about Torrie. Vince had come in going on about how Dom had found him and Torrie play fighting in the garage and he had flipped. That was awhile ago and neither had come back. Mia thought she would go check on them and make sure everything was ok. Dom and Torrie seemed to rub each other the wrong way. She thought that was a good thing in a way because it was creating sparks between them. But no one had ever really pushed Dom like Torrie. Even Letty hadn't wanted to push him too far in case she drove him to cheat.
Mia was not proud of the way her brother had treated Letty. Poor girl got so confused between blaming Dom, (where the blame belonged, he should have ended things long ago) and blaming herself. There had been lots of passion between Dom and Letty and look were it left them. She was worried about what the passion between Dom and Torrie could drive Dom to. She opened the door to the garage and looked around. She did not see them. Didn't hear them either. She hoped everything was ok, plus Vince was waiting for the all clear to finish putting his Maxima back together. She walked toward the office then saw them on the couch, making out. She turned quickly to leave but Dom saw her.
She turned back to them. "Oh man am I sorry. I was worried when no one came in." Mia stammered out. "Vince seemed to think you were out here killing each other."
Torrie turned bright red and buried her head into Dom's shoulder. Her obvious lack of shirt was telling what they were up to loud and clear.
"Well we are obviously not killing each other. Its ok Mia, we'll be in shortly. We were just making up for the last couple of days of stuff we have been doing to each other. No one is killing anyone."
"I don't know about that." Torrie whispered in his ear.
Dom chuckled.
"I see that. Well see you in the house." She left face flaming but she was secretly happy.
"How embarrassing." Torrie was still bright red. "Your sister caught us making out like high schooler's in the garage. What will everyone think?"
"Who cares? But if she had come in here ten minutes later you would be a hell of a lot more embarrassed. I don't want to have our first time be in a garage on a couch though so it is good that she came in when she did."
"I marked your neck." She fussed over him.
He kissed her again then stood her up. While she was pulling her shirt over her head he stopped her.
"What's that?" he asked, touching a speck of green showing over the waste of her pants. She undid her pants and pulled the left side way down.
"It's a shamrock, my lucky charm." Dom crouched down and kissed the spot of the tattoo on her hip bone.
"Now will it help me get lucky?"
"Most definitely, it has good luck for you written all over it."
"Any other little surprises hidden on you?"
"Yep."
"Well?"
"Um well there are but I am not telling."
"You're going to make me find them on my own are you?"
"Dom, I thought we weren't going to take our relationship in this direction? Is this real or is this joking around?" She had to know. She could not play games like this and would not go in for a fling or causal sex.
Dom looked thoughtful for a moment. "I don't really know where I see us going with a relationship but I know I want you."
Torrie thought about it. It wasn't enough. That could be any girl. He could want any girl who was in the right place at the right time. "Dom I can't get involved with you simply cause you want to have sex with me. I'm not that kind of girl. You know that."
"I know but I do want you. I don't know what to tell you."
"Ok, Dom we need to slow down and get to know each other better. Try to decide what we want out of this before we take anything further. Deal?"
"Sure." Not what he wanted but she was right she was a team member. He was willing to bend the rules for them but she was right in that it could not be a causal thing with them. He decided to put it on the back burner for now.
"Kay, lets say it was the heat of the moment and leave it at that for now. But I still wanna know where else you have tattoos." She smiled.
They chuckled. Together they headed for the house to tell Vince he could finish his car and that they had not killed each other in the garage. Dom told Vince Torrie remembered she had other plans for the afternoon.
"What other plans?" Torrie had no plans other then trying to get a tan at the beach with Vince.
"I want to take you to the track today girl." Dom looked at her with a smile.
"I would go anywhere with you Dom. Why the track? And you told me once that the track was off limits for you."
"Well they are really but they make exceptions for me over at this one place. I know the owner and he tells me when nothing is going on. Then I can head over and see what kinds of times I can do. And it is time to see what kind of times you can post."
"Well we need to take my car then. He is what I am use to driving so to get a real feel for it I need to be driving Nero."
"Nero?"
"My car is named Nero."
"Why is it 'he' when most cars are considered female?"
"Cause I can not have that kind of passionate intercourse with a thing and have it be a girl. Me and that car are so hot together that it had to be my man." She laughed.
"No way your car is that good. You and I could create sparks to burn the house down. And we ride in my car today."
"Dominic, what do you have against my car for crying out loud? It is no Mazda rx-7 but it is fast. I bet I have better times then you do in it on the track ok!"
"It is just that my ex drove a 240sx and I am not use to the idea that you have one too." He couldn't help but think of things he had done in and on Letty's Nissan.
"Dom from what I am told I could not be less like Letty. My choice of cars has nothing to do with her. You need to realize I am going to need to drive my own car and if you are going to teach me to drive I need to drive my car!"
"You need to be able to drive all sorts of cars. And I know you are not Letty."
"Well then let's take my car."
"Fine but I am having Jesse take my car down and you can do times in both. And you saying you can drive faster then me sounded like a challenge."
"That's cool. It was. Let's go." She had finally won the right to drive her own car. Even if it was just on the track.
They got Jesse and headed out. Dom would not let anyone else drive his car but her or Jesse. They should have taken the supra. Oh well lots of time for that he thought. She was right about her and Letty too. They could not be more different but Dom was glad. They took Torrie's car and she let him drive it down to the track. It was nothing like Letty's had been to drive. It handled way better and had a way more aggressive feel. It was obviously way more moded then Letty's had been. That was both a blessing and a piss off. It made him realize that she and her father had built a better car then he had. They got to the track and piled out of the cars. Just then a dark haired man ran up to Torrie and swung her up in his arms swinging her around in circles. Her hair fanned out around them.
"My god, Irish, we wondered what happened to you. I thought that was your car. It's kind of hard to miss."
"Oh Brad, It has been too long." She hugged him back tightly. She noticed Dom staring at them, that murderous glint in his eye. On any other guy she would have been pissed at the possessive behaviour but it thrilled her in Dom. It meant he did not want to share. She better diffuse the situation before Dom killed Brad. The younger man was no match for Dom, who outweighed him by about 50 pounds.
"Brad, this is Dom. Dom, my cousin Brad." Dom was glad the guy was a relative and he did not have to kill him.
"Nice to meet you man, the great Dom Torreto. Unbelievable." They shook hands. "Torrie where you been?"
"With Dom, he works me day and night." She stuck her tongue out at Dom, who laughed at the though. "I live with Dom now, long story but I am happy. That's why I seem to have dropped off the face of planet earth. He hardly lets me stop working long enough to eat let alone use the phone. He is teaching me to race and I work for him during the day."
"Uncle Harry would not be pleased that you street race Irish!"
"I know. But I want to and would have anyway. He knew that. NOS is in my blood."
Dom broke in. "What is with Irish?"
"Well when Torr was little she had the big green eyes and long black hair. Our grandparents said she looked just like your classic Irish colleen and I guess they would know since they moved here from Ireland. The name just stuck and her name is Victoria Colleen MacManus after all."
"Irish. It is a good name you know Torrie" Dom thought it suited her. It also brought back memories of her tattoo. It was time to get to work before he dwelled on that any further. "Well let's see what you can do!"
"Race me Dom."