Chapter One

It was Saturday night in Los Angeles, California. The air was filled with electricity. There was tension everywhere you looked. One topic was on everyone's mind.

The King of the Streets.

Team Toretto was finally back from Mexico. It had been two long years since the disastrous truck heist, and the return of the king was long overdue. Everyone felt a flutter of excitement run through their body as the distinct 'V' shaped formation of gorgeous cars came into their line of sight.

Silence filled the air as the crowd savored the sound of five performance engines. Each car stopped with cat like grace. The cars looked better than ever and purred like lions. The team was making a statement without even showing their face.

'We're back.'

One by one, the cars turned off. Dominic was the first person to make an appearance. The crowd cheered at the top of their lungs. Dom raised his arms n the air, and the volume of the cheering rose. Everyone, but one person, continued to cheer as the rest of the team stepped out of their cars.

Sonja "Jazz" Moreau leaned against her car and watched the team with a close eye. Her eyes looked over each member of the team and she smiled as her eyes landed on the person she was looking for. They all looked older.

'I guess that's what the sun out there does to you,' she said silently.

Dom's deep voice rose over everyone's talking as he began to speak.

"It sure is good to be back," he said with a cocky smile.

The crowd cheered in agreement.

"Here's how it is," Dom said. The crowd noise level died down immediately. "One race to start the night off. It will be a big one. 5 G buy-in; winner takes all."

Jazz watched as people handed in their money to Hector. She laughed lightly.

"These people obviously don't like money," she said to herself in a sing- song manor.

Jazz was new on the scene when the truck heist mishap happened, but she still knew that there was no one better than Dominic Toretto. There would never be anybody better than him for a long time. She leaned against her car as Dom talked to several members of Hector's team. The excitement that had filled the air earlier had yet to die down.

With a roll of the eyes, Jazz pushed herself off her car lightly. She peered into the driver's side mirror and analyzed herself. For a second, she saw the scared little girl she was at fifteen. The image then disappeared and she saw herself as she was at present time, a tough twenty three-year-old who had been living on her own for several years.

Jazz stood at 5'7" and had long blonde hair that reached her angel bones. Her blue eyes were outlined in dark eye make-up that hid the years of hardship she had faced. Jazz's tan legs complimented her black leather mini-skirt well. The white leather corset top she was wearing fit snuggly across her chest.

The crowd began to disperse to their cars and Jazz tapped her white high-heeled shoes impatiently. She was waiting for one glance at the man who had haunted her dreams for the past two years.

When her eyes met his, Jazz nearly felt herself faint. She nodded to the man and faced her car. She ran her French manicured nails along her door handle, debating on whether or not to talk to the man. When she finally made up her mind, the man was long gone.

Jazz laughed at herself for acting like a third grader with a crush. She pulled her door to her Toyota Supra open while muttering, "Could you have been anymore obvious?" She froze as she was about to get in her car. On the other side of the Supra, the man was watching her.

"Well hello there," the man said with a smile.

Jazz flashed a pearly white smile in return.

"I don't believe I've ever seen you around," he said.

"I tend to stay in the back. I don't like to draw attention to myself."

The man nodded to signal that he understood.

"This is a nice car," he said as he ran his hand over the car's frame. The paint job was magnificent. At the front of the car, it was painted silver. It them became light blue until it changed into blue and then navy blue. Underneath the driver's side door, "Jazz" was written in white paint. The man circled the car and came face to face with Jazz.

"I take it your name is Jazz," he said with a smile.

Jazz nodded and replied, "What would yours be?"

She knew his name. Jazz had said the name so many times that she though her head would explode if she said it once more.

"That's not important."

There was a hint of mischief in the man's eyes that let her know he was teasing her.

"All right," Jazz said with a smile. "Two can play that game."

Jazz smirked and got into her car.

"I expect to see you again," the man said with a smile.

Jazz stopped from shutting her door.

"I'll think about it," she replied and shut the door before the man could say another word.