Not quite sure where she was going, she trusted him and followed him to a dirt track. Christian and Kyra followed after a few moments.

They got to the track and lined up their cars. Christian stood between them and raised his hands, signaling for them to get ready.

Madison looked at Dom, who was looking at her. She knew she needed to prove something and it was either now or never.

Christian's hands went down and there was the sound of squealing tires that could be heard for miles.

Madison and Dom left Christian in the dust and took off. Dom's car took off at a speed that was unbelievable. Madison was right behind him. Christian couldn't see what was going on, nor was he sure he wanted to.

Up ahead, Dom was watching as his speedometer kept climbing to 120, past 140 and up to 160. He loved every second of it. Racing was his life. And he wasn't about to let Madison win this race, even if he did want her. He was a professional and that was all that mattered to him.

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Meanwhile, Madison was in her car, watching as her speedometer crept past 140 and was amazed that she had not yet caught up to Dom. The boy was fast and he was damn good at it. She had never hit speeds like this and was worried that she would be unable to even touch him.

As she was thinking this, her speedometer kept creeping up until it passed the 160 mark. By this time, she was starting to gain on Dom, but was still quite some way behind him. She quickly started closing the gap between the two of them. Soon enough, she was right on his tail. The nose of her car started to crawl up on the body of his car and soon their cars were nose to nose. She looked at her speedometer and realized that it now read 180. she was amazed that she was handling this type of speed.

They made the final turn and Dom pulled away. She struggled to keep up with him, but knew it was no use once she saw Christian's car at the end of the line. She had lost the race.

They pulled their cars to a stop and got out. Christian stared in awe at how well Madison had handled her speed. Dom was impressed too, but he didn't show it.

Dom walked over to Madison and grabbed her arm. Not sure why he did, she turned around to face him and could smell the Jovan musk that he was wearing.

"Need something?" Madison asked curiously. No matter how much she tried to fight it, there was no denying that she was attracted to Dom.

"Yeah," he dropped her arm and looked straight at her. "My prize."

Now confused, she realized that she must've had a blank look on her face from what Dom said next.

"Yeah, you know, my prize. I've figured out what I want," his face held a serious expression the whole time.

She walked away, smiling. Madison kept walking until she reached Kyra and Christian and rejoined them. She smiled at Christian, who laughed inwardly. He could tell Dom was attracted to Madison and whatever Dom wanted, he got.

A few moments later, Dom joined the three of them. He first glanced at Madison, who was talking to Christian, then looked at Kyra.

Dom could tell Kyra didn't like Madison from the look on her face. He couldn't help the fact that he was attracted to Madison. The girl could race. Anyone who could even keep up with him, and not have a big head after, deserved his respect, according to him.

"So, what are you two talking about?" Dom questioned, interrupting Christian and Madison's conversation.

"I was telling Christian how I learned to race. You know, just rookie stuff," Madison answered.

"Really. Tell me, where did you learn to race," Dom was curious as to the answer.

"Well, growing up with two brothers, a dad, an no mother—she died shortly after I was born—I was kinda surrounded by guys. I guess I just fell into the phase and never grew out of it," Madison began.

Dom was curious as to why she would say these things that weren't even a part of who she was.

"So, you still never told us where you learned to race," Dom commented. Christian waited to see what Madison's reaction was going to be.

"A mutual friend, actually. Told me if I were ever to come to town that I should look up Dominic Toretto. I guess I just got lucky that he was the first one I ran into," Madison answered.

"Who's this guy anyway?" Someone telling Madison to look him up was someone whom he wanted to know about.

"Name's Brian Spilner. Said he was a good friend of yours."