Chapter 2

It was several hours before Abby got home, she'd driven straight to the mall after leaving the diner and after visiting what seemed like every shop she knew she'd found the perfect outfit.

After a quick bite to eat, she virtually ran through the shower and was ready to leave less than an hour after she'd arrived home. A quick glance in the hall mirror left her satisfied with her outfit, enough flesh on show to fit in but not so much that she looked like one of the skanks Letty was always running off.

Black leather pants cut low enough to show the straps of her black thong but not so low that she looked like a slut and a cropped black t-shirt with 'That's Miss Bitch to you' in silver across the front. Her outfit was finished off with spike heeled black leather boots and black leather wrist cuffs on both wrists. Her hair was loose, falling over her shoulders and down her back in soft waves – the rich, deep red bringing the only colour to her outfit. Around her neck she wore a heavy silver chain, the one she'd bought her brother when he'd turned 18. It was the only thing of his that she'd kept and she never took it off.

The beeping of her alarm dragged her back to the present day – she had 15 minutes to make it to the warehouse or she'd miss her chance to see Brian race. Abby knew that if she didn't make it to the warehouse in time she'd never find where the races were that night,

Grabbing her keys she ran out of the front door and down her drive way towards her bike. Although she'd gained a love of performance cars from her brother David, her true love was racing motorbikes. Abby had a midnight black Aprilia RSV1000R Factory, a beast of a machine that roared to life when she started the engine. Ignoring the crash helmet laws in LA Abby rode off down the street, her hair streaming out behind her, black sunglasses protecting her eyes.

After darting in and out of cars on the freeway Abby made it to the warehouse in record time. Brian was just pulling up as she got off her bike. She was just starting towards him when he was approached by Hector and another smaller man. Abby had met Hector at The Racers Edge the previous week; he was the one who told her where the racers met before heading out and she soon discovered his friend was Edwin – a young man with more money than sense who insisted on racing with the big boys.

Abby stood in the shadows listening to Brian talking to Hector and Edwin about his car and his plans to race that night. She was still trying to pluck up the courage to go and confront him when she saw Team Toretto arrive. Dom was the 1st to arrive, closely followed by Leon, Letty and Mia, Vince and Jesse. Abby couldn't help but laugh at the way Letty ran off the skanks that surrounded Dom, sure she wouldn't have appreciated all the girls hanging off her man but she wouldn't have bitched at them like that, it made Letty look insecure in her relationship and that was something any girl would pick up on. If Letty really wanted to keep Dom she'd have to start trusting him a little more.

"You found us then?" Abby was still thinking about Letty and Dom when Mia called to her from across the road.

"Where's your car?" Mia couldn't see any strange cars there, apart from Brian's that Jesse was no investigating. She walked across to where Abby was standing and asked her again, "I said - where's your car?"

"You're looking at her," Abby moved to one side so that Mia could see the black bike she had been leaning on. She knew that bikers weren't always welcome amongst the street racers but she didn't care, just because she chose to get her adrenalin rush on two wheels didn't make her any less of a racer than those who preferred four. She'd raced her bike quite a few times and won every time, she found people always underestimated her because she was a girl.

Whilst Dom was arranging the races, Vince was leaning back on the hood of his car, studying the girl that was talking to Mia. At first he hadn't been able to work out who she was but as soon as he'd seen her smile he recognised her – she was the girl from the diner, the one that now had a dent in her car courtesy of his head!

Once Jesse had established that Brian's car was good enough the terms of the race were laid out and everyone quickly made their way to where the races were being held that night. Abby deliberately slid in behind Brian and followed him, she was still trying to find the right moment to confront him about his actions 4 years previously and she hoped that by sticking close to him she'd be able to get him alone.

Abby had just parked her bike on the sidewalk when her cell phone rang, recognising the number as an old friend she leant against the wall and took the call. 5 minutes later she was still standing in exactly the same position; her plans for Brian had changed completely – instead of getting her revenge on him with the 9mm pistol she had magnetically attached to the top of her fuel tank, she was going to have to find another way to take him down.

"OH SHIT, WE GOT COPS, COPS, COPS!"

As soon as Abby heard Leon shout she was on her bike and speeding down the sidewalk, avoiding the racer and skanks that were running to their cars. She tried to look for Brian so she could follow him but she lost him in the panic. Determined to find him she carried on riding round the area, he'd fried his piston rings so she knew that he couldn't have gotten away that quickly. As she flew across one intersection the whine of police sirens and roar of a performance engine from just in front of her caught her attention, hoping it was Brian she opened the bike up even more and sped towards them. As she got closer she realised it wasn't Brian, it was Vince and there was a police car all over him.

Without thinking what she was doing Abby cut right across the front of the police car forcing it to spin out of control as it swerved to avoid hitting her. Vince screamed to a halt when he heard the car spin out of control and flashed his lights to get Abby's attention, once he was happy she was following him he sped back to the fort.

Vince was just getting out of his car when Abby pulled her bike up and parked behind him.

"So, do you always run cops off the road or was tonight a first?" Vince still couldn't believe what had happened, one minute he'd been running from the police the next Abby had come right up behind him and run the cop off the road. He'd never seen anyone handle a bike like that and he was keen to find out more about the crazy girl that still sitting astride the beautiful machine.

"Well, I could say that tonight was a first but then I'd be lying and there's nothing I hate more than liars. So, ya gonna invite me in for a drink or are ya just gonna stand there looking sexy?"

Vince had never met a girl like Abby before, she was funny and sexy as hell but she wasn't a slut like most of the girls that came to the parties at the fort. There was something about her that intrigued him and he couldn't wait to get to know her better.

"Why don't you come inside and I'll get you a drink." Vince held his hand out for Abby to take and smiled to himself as she tucked her pistol into the waistband of her trousers before she took his hand and allowed him to lead her into the house.

"Why the gun?" Although Vince always carried a gun he was still surprised to see that Abby did. He didn't know that many women that could fire a gun let alone carried one as blatantly as Abby did.

"I could ask you the same question." Abby could see the telltale outline of the pistol under Vince's tank top and knew that he was armed as well. "Would you go to that area of town without a little insurance?" The areas where the races were held were notoriously dangerous and Abby always carried her gun with her when she went racing.

"So what are you drinking?" Vince still had hold of Abby's hand as he walked into the house, he'd never been one to hold hands with a girl but it felt right with Abby. Although he barely knew her he felt almost as comfortable with her as he did with the team.

"Well, that all depends on whether I'm going home tonight or not, I don't drink if I'm gonna be riding my bike that same night." Abby had seen far too many people killed coming off their bikes because they'd ridden after drinking and she wasn't gonna add herself to the list of dead bikers.

Vince smirked as he handed her a bottle of Corona, "Drink up then baby, there's plenty more where that came from."

5 bottles of Corona and an hour later Dom and Brian walked in through the front door. Abby was so engrossed in Vince's guitar playing that she didn't notice the new arrivals straight away. It was only when Dom knocked the beer bottle out of Leon's hand that she realised they had company. She was still struggling with the new information she'd received about Brian and not knowing quite what to say she moved behind Vince and into the kitchen, away from Dom and Brian in the hope that neither would see her.

"What the hell was that all about?" Vince had followed Abby into the kitchen as soon as he could; he'd been shocked as hell to see Dom bring Brian back to the fort and even more shocked when Mia had taken him home.

"What was what all about?"

"You running in here as soon as you saw Dom and the buster, what's your problem with them?" Vince had seen the look of pure hate on Abby's face when she'd seen Dom and Brian and couldn't understand what she could possibly have against them both.

"I could ask you the same thing? I mean what's your problem with Brian?" Abby needed to know exactly what it was that Vince hated about Brian before she told him why she hated him so much.

"I think he's a cop." Vince knew he shouldn't be talking to Abby about this, after all she was a stranger but he figured that after tonight's blatant disregard for the law she'd understand his feelings towards cops.

Abby turned and looked right at Vince. She could see in his eyes the same pure hatred towards Brian that she saw whenever she looked at herself in the mirror.

"He is."