Chapter 16, The Score, It will be settled.

"Torrie you are not ready for that. I just want you to see what kinds of quarter mile times you can post."

"Dominic," Oh no there was his full name again. "The street is your world but the track is mine. Did you think I built this car to run to school and back? Hell no. I have driven it on the track and I can kick your ass here. I would put money on it."

"Ok, loser takes the winner out for dinner. Deal?" She nodded. "Well kid, get ready to have your cocky ass handed to you." Dom could not see her being able to beat him. Maybe he was he cocky one but it was deserved after all. However the look on her cousin's face told him he may be seriously underestimating his opponent.

They climbed in their cars. Her best quarter mile was 9.2 seconds. It was very fast. She knew she could beat Dom. Time to put the first thing she learned from him into effect. Race cold, no emotion. Brad was going to time them. Jesse cheered for Dom and Brad for Torrie. Brad thought Dom was in for a hard fought loss but kept his mouth shut. Jesse thought Dom would put Torrie in her place easily. Brad knew his Irish was the princess of the track. No one bet the girl on the track. She smoked 'em left and right in high school. She got off on it. Harry only let her race on the track so that's what she did. She could have a career in the pro circuit if she wanted to. But it seemed she wanted to street race with Torreto. He hoped she was not involved with Torreto. He was a legendary womanizer and Brad feared she would just end up with a broken heart in the long run. He got his mind back on the race and got ready. He put the light tree on. Red. Orange. Yellow. Green!

The light went green and both cars took off. Torrie laughed. She was in her element. She hit it, stuck it and brought it. She was flying down the track, through the gears. She was in her element. The princess of the track rides again. She had missed the rush. Back in the saddle and she still bet Dom by .1 of a second and took her time down to 9.1 seconds.

She got out of her car and did a little dance around it. Dom was in shock. He could not remember the last time he lost, to anyone. His car was going to be striped and redone now. He could not accept this. The student had beaten the teacher and posted an incredible time. He walked over to her. She looked up at him and some of the joy left her face. She thought he was going to be pissed at her for winning. Plus he had treated her like her last win was next to nothing. Time to let her know he was proud that his girl and his student was one of the best.

He swung her around like Brad had done. He set her down and kissed her thoroughly right there in front of Brad and Jesse.

"Wow princess, that was excellent driving. If you can learn to do that on the street you will be famous someday soon. I think I need to find out what you have done to that car and use some it on mine. No 240 I have ever seen was that fast so I know yours is quite the rig."

"Yes it is but I just barely got you Dom. You are the best. I have learned a lot from you already."

Brad came over and Dom went to talk to Jesse about what had to be done to the Mazda. Brad congratulated his cousin on the fine win then started in at her. "Torrie, Mom was some upset that you did not tell her the trouble you were in and it is not going to get better when she finds out you are racing. Let alone living with Dom Torreto. What are you thinking? Either you are going to get your heart broken or his ex is going to beat the face off you when she gets back in town."

"I don't think Dom is going to break my heart Brad besides we're not even really a couple yet. And Letty left him. I don't think she is going to come back and be pissed he is seeing other girls. She must have known a guy like him would not stay single forever."

"Maybe she did know he would sleep around but she has done this before. I know you remember your dad talking about how often they had fights. Besides what do you want him for, he cheated on Letty with every girl that was willing."

"He's not that bad and what girl wouldn't want him. Besides how he was with her and how he will treat me are two different things. And I am happy so just be happy for me please. Come by our place and see how it is if you want. Meet all the other guys."

"I may just do that but at least you need to visit us. Let mom know you are alive. Still don't understand why you didn't come to us for help."

"Soon Brad. I miss you and Aunt Jean. I was confused and scared and not thinking. But this was something I had to work out on my own, and these things happen for a reason. Dom is the best thing that could have happened to me though. He is going to make me into a champion street racer then the store will do well because people want to buy stuff off me. It will be for the best. Besides Dom just gave me a place to stay. I am not even the only one how lives there. The whole team does. Including his sister Mia." Dom came over to them and said he wanted to do some more runs.

Torrie raced Jesse in her own car, him driving Dom's Mazda. Torrie smoked him solid. Then she raced Brad who drove an Integra. She won again. Brad had never been able to race his little cousin and win. Jesse drove Torrie's car against Dom and lost, then raced Brad and won just barely. Poor Jesse was a better mechanic then racer. Dom raced Brad. Dom won of course. Torrie knew that Brad was not half the racer Dom was, though to be fair he was in the same boat as Torrie, not much experience but at the track. It was then late in the day and the light was waning anyway. She said good-bye to Brad.

"Ok Irish take care and come see us soon."

"Sure Brad. Soon."

They walked over to Dom's car.

"Let Jesse take your car home, I want you to ride with me in my car ok."

"Sure Dom. Hey Jesse, take my car home buddy?"

"Sure Torrie no problem. You were great by the way. I need to find out all the stuff you have done to that engine. You beat Dom." Jesse said that like the sky might fall now that someone beat Dom.

"Yes I did didn't I? I told you I would." She laughed. She turned to Dom. "I believe you owe me dinner."