a/n – forgot I had this chapter finished! Oooops, I'm such a bad girl, maybe V should come over and spank me till I beg for forgiveness!

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This chapter is dedicated to my fellow Mia hater – you know who you are, we shout abuse at the tv together when Mia shoots down V in the kitchen (God, what a bitch!), it's enough to make me want to slap her with a frozen haddock.

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Chapter 6

The team had already started eating when Vince and Abby arrived. As soon as Abby had agreed to go Vince had practically thrown her clothes at her and dragged her out of the house. It was just as well she wasn't a big one for wearing make up as she'd barely had time to get dressed before Vince had shoved her in the car and squealed off in the direction of the fort.

Abby was slipping her feet into her white leather flip flops as Vince stopped his car on the drive. Smoothing down her hair she was just starting to plait it when V pulled her hands away, "leave it down, I like it better down."

Abby grinned, V just liked being able to play with her hair – when she'd been sitting on him at breakfast he'd been running his hands through the ends of her hair, curling it around his fingers then letting it spring free only to start all over again. It was something that she often found herself doing in times of stress and she wasn't at all surprised that V obviously found it as comforting as she did.

Running her fingers loosely through her hair to separate the waves she turned and offered a gentle smile to the deeply troubled man sitting beside her, "Come on V – let's eat."

V instantly perked up at the thought of Dom's barbecued chicken – he might be a selfish, ego-maniac who didn't believe a word he'd said about 'the buster' but he could certainly cook chicken. The weekly barbecues were the only times that V ate at home – Mia's cooking did absolutely nothing for him, other than turn his stomach, so the weekly gathering around the makeshift picnic tables was something he really looked forward to.

Helping Abby out of the car V stood back for just a moment to admire the pretty red head – she didn't have any make up on, her long white cotton shirt hung so low on her hips that the straps of her white thong were showing and her navel piercing kept peeking out from under the bottom of her white vest top. Back at the house she'd moaned that her skirt sat too low on her hips but his suggestion of going without underwear was met with such an icy stare that he'd not said a word about the fact the straps of her white bra were showing as well. He knew that he was pushing his luck as it was and he didn't want her to throw him out and refuse to come to the BBQ with him.

"What?" Abby had caught V staring at her and for a just a moment it'd un-nerved her. She'd spent so long blending into the background when she was working for the DEA that it felt wrong having someone staring so openly at her.

"You look beautiful." As he said it, V realised just how beautiful Abby actually was. She had such naturalness about her – nothing was forced in anyway – and despite the fact she'd only been out of the shower 20mins, she had no make up on and she'd thrown on the 1st clothes that V had found in her room he'd never seen anyone look prettier. Even when Mia spent 3hrs getting ready to go to the races she didn't come close to Abby.

Hooking her arms round Vince's neck Abby pulled him down for a sweet, gentle kiss. Vince was a brutal thug of a man but he certainly knew how to make a girl feel good.

"It'll all work out V, you'll see. Come on, let's go and glare at Brian."

Vince slung his arm round Abby's shoulder and grinned to himself when he felt her hand slipping under the waistband of his jeans. Feeling her nails gently scraping the sensitive skin on his hip helped settle his nerves – there was nothing he'd have loved more than to beat the crap out of the buster but he couldn't let Abby down. He'd promised her that he'd keep his temper and not do anything to let Brian realise they were onto him. It was going to be hell keeping his word but he'd get through it, at least as long as Abby was by his side.

As they walked up the driveway they caught the end of Jesse's version of grace. Letty and Leon were laughing and congratulating him for praying to the car gods. The look on Dom's face chilled Abby to the bone, it was pure unadulterated hatred, for a moment Abby was worried that Dom knew who or rather what she was, but when V tightened his hand on her shoulder and smiled at her she realised it was just Dom being Dom.

The BBQ was an incredibly tense affair; Vince had taken his seat between Letty and Leon and pulled Abby down into his lap seemingly oblivious to the death glares that both Mia and Dom were sending their way. All he cared about was the food in front of him and the beautiful girl in his lap. Abby fully understood why Dom wasn't happy Vince had brought a stranger round, after all she knew all about the teams illegal activities, but she didn't get Mia's reaction. If she didn't know any better she'd say she was jealous but after having seen the way she was fawning all over Brian she knew that wasn't the case. She wasn't interested in the burly, scruffy mechanic that had his hand under the waistband of Abby's skirt gently stroking the tanned skin – she was interested in the lying, cheating, murderous scumbag that was currently going by the name of Brian Earl Spilner.

All through the BBQ Brian kept looking at Abby, he was sure he knew her from somewhere but couldn't work out where. There was something so familiar about her but he just couldn't place it. Eventually the nagging feeling in the back of his mind got too much and he decided to just come out and ask her.

"Have we met before?"

"I'm sorry?" Vince's hand stilled on Abby's stomach and all conversation stopped when Brian spoke. Everyone was staring at Abby, wondering what her answer was going to be. No one knew anything about her and they were all curious as to how Brian thought he knew her. Vince was nervous – Abby had assured him that Brian wouldn't recognise her but now he wasn't so sure – if Dom found out just how Brian knew her he'd never find out who was betraying his family.

"I was just wondering if we've met before, you look familiar." There was something about her that Brian recognised but he couldn't put his finger on it. He had a horrible sinking feeling it was through his police work and he was now regretting asking in case she blew his cover.

"Well, I was at the diner when V suggested Fat Burger might be a better place for you to eat your lunch." Abby could feel V shaking with silent laughter beneath her – despite the fact that he'd ended up with a lump the size of a goose egg on his head he'd really enjoyed beating on Brian. "And I was at the house when you and Dom had the run in with the Trans after you lost the race in such a spectacular fashion."

Brian was really regretting asking Abby if they'd met before, she seemed to be taking great delight in reminding him of the two most embarrassing moments of his career.

"Other than that it would have been when you served me at The Racers Edge last week – I needed some bits for my bike."

"That was you? – black and purple race leathers." Brian couldn't quite believe it, he'd only made one sale of bike parts the previous week and there was no way that had been Abby.

"With bitch across the shoulders, yeah, that was me." Abby had to swallow her laughter at the look of shock on Dom's face. He'd rather arrogantly challenged her to a race off a set of traffic lights in what was probably one of the busiest areas of LA.

"It was you that beat Dom?" Leon had heard all about the Bitch on the bike that had beaten Dom but had no idea it was the pretty little red head that V was trying hard not to obviously grope. "Man, I've never seen him so pissed."

"Well, not even the great Dominic Toretto can beat a bike in heavy traffic – he was never going to win."

No one really said very much for the rest of the BBQ, Jesse kept trying to start conversations but soon gave up when it became apparent that no one was going to reply. Abby felt so sorry for the poor boy, it was painfully obvious that keeping quiet didn't come naturally to him, but every time he'd said anything Dom had glared at him and eventually he'd been scared into silence.

Abby had dealt with many bullies in her career – most drug dealers were power hungry ego-maniacs who would trample over anyone who got in their way and to her mind Dominic Toretto wasn't any different.

When Letty and the boys headed into the lounge room to watch a film Abby decided to help Mia with the clearing up – a few well chosen questions and she'd be able to find out some more about the team and hopefully more about who the traitor could be.

After half an hour Abby was pretty much ready to give up talking to Mia – it was obvious that the younger girl didn't understand the concept of good manners and was only interested in the blonde haired idiot that was practically falling at her feet complementing her on her cooking.

Abby was almost to the kitchen door when Mia called her back, "You do realise that he's just using you, don't you. You're no different to any of the other skanks that he picks up at the races."

Abby stopped dead in her tracks when she heard what Mia called her; she could hardly believe the nerve of the girl.

"Excuse me, what did you just call me?"

"Oh, it was nothing personal – it's just that V isn't the type to commit to a girl and I wouldn't want you to get hurt. He'll say 'you look good' to get you into bed then he'll move onto the next girl. That's just the sort of guy he is – he's a playa through and through who's never going to amount to anything – he's just a grease monkey and that's all he'll ever be."

"She's right you know Abby, Vince isn't interested in any kind of relationship with anyone other than Mia and you're too nice a girl to be caught up in his games." Abby had to school her face into a look of vague indifference when Brian added his thoughts. Neither Brian nor Mia knew anything about her yet they seemed to think it was ok for them to warn her off Vince. She could understand Brian not having anything good to say about Vince, but Mia she didn't understand. She'd grown up with Vince and if there was one thing Abby knew about old friends it was that you didn't stand by and let someone else put them down, especially not in front of other people.

"You know what – I appreciate your concern, I really do, but the day I have to take dating advice from a crappy cook and a delivery driver is the day that I quit dating. Now if you'll excuse me I have an itch that needs scratching and V is just the man to do it."

Vince had been on his way into the kitchen when he'd heard what Mia had said to Abby. Deep down he'd always known that Mia would never ever go out with him but he hadn't realised quite how little she thought of him. He'd done everything for her whilst Dom was in Lompoc but it obviously wasn't enough – it didn't seem to matter what he did, he'd never be good enough for Miss Mia Angelina Toretto.

By the time he got into the kitchen Abby was just telling Mia and Brian about her itch that needed scratching. A sly grin spread across his face at the prospect of tracking it down and taking care of it in his own special way. He knew that all there was between the two of them was sex and he knew that once she'd ruined Brian's life and identified the traitor she'd be off but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself whilst she was there.

Snagging her around the waist he pulled her back into his hard body, nuzzling into her neck with his scruffy jaw. One hand automatically slipped down under the waistband of her skirt as the other slipped under the hem of her top gently caressing the soft skin under her breasts.

"You needed me Milady?"

Abby turned in V's arms till she was facing him, once again his eyes were glinting in the same dangerous way there were when she was in his arms in her bedroom.

"Yeah, I've got an itch that I need your help with." Abby knew she was smirking; she couldn't help herself – the thought of having V's hands and hopefully his mouth all over her body hunting for her mysterious itch left her practically drooling and weak at the knees.

While V was distracted by the pretty red head in his arms, Brian decided to take the opportunity to ask Mia out, at least that way if she said no, he wouldn't have V laughing in his face. Of course if she said yes he'd have a head start out of the door before V mangled to untangle himself from Abby.

"V, what's the name of that little Cuban restaurant you keep trying to take me to?"

Abby was pulled from her dirty thoughts by Mia's whiny voice, a voice that told Abby she was up to something.

"Cha Cha Cha? Vince took me there for lunch today, it's just beautiful Mia – you know, it's a shame that you never accepted Vince's offer of dinner." The look on Mia's face when Abby said that V had taken her to his favourite restaurant more than made up for all the pain and suffering Brian had caused her. "They have live entertainment on a Friday night, you could come with us if you like, but you'll need your fake ID – it's over 21s only."

Mia's face went seven different shades of purple when Abby said that Vince had taken her to Cha Cha Cha. It was a beautiful restaurant and Vince had been badgering her for months to let him take her there. He always said that he'd never take anyone else there, it would be their restaurant yet he'd been there that day with Abby and he'd only just met her. Vince was slipping away from her and she didn't like it, she didn't like it one little bit. It was ok for her to find someone to be happy with but V had chased her for so long she couldn't imagine life without him hanging off her every word. Just because she didn't want him didn't mean that she was ready to let someone else steal him away from her.