Chapter Seven

Christian and Kyra were already at the shop by the time Don got there. Kyra watched as he went to his office, opened the mini fridge, grabbed a drink, and shut the door. Then he walked out to join Christian under the hood of the car.

"Rough night?" Christian asked.

"Naw, man. It's just too early. Couldn't sleep."

Christian smiled. Madison had been on Dom's mind the whole night. It was time he stepped in and said something.

He pulled Dom off to the side and talked to him.

"Thinking about her all night?"

Dom shook his head. Christian could always tell when Dom was thinking without even having to ask. Sometimes he hated it. This was one of those times.

"Look man," Christian continued. "I know you don't want to admit it, but it's the truth. You like the girl and she's pressed all your buttons. So, the question is, what are you gonna do about it?"

"Not much I can do. Just forget about it. I'll never see her again."

Dom didn't want to think about Madison. It was bed enough he couldn't sleep at night, he didn't need to hear her name while he was awake.

"Maybe, maybe not."

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It was just another day for O'Connor. He got out of bed after getting off the phone with his boss, unable to go back to sleep.

After taking a shower, he had fixed himself some eggs and bacon, then went into the garage to fix up his car. He knew there was a race tonight and he was hoping Toretto would be there.

He knew that Dom was in town, but the others didn't. he wanted to keep it that way.

He turned the key in the ignition and took off. His top speed had been just under fifteen seconds for a quarter-mile. He needed to get better.

He knew that Dom would have a ten-second or less car and wanted to get his time down. It wasn't the car that was fucking up, it was his driving. He hadn't driven much since the shit that had happened between he and Dom two years ago.

He went down to an abandoned dead-end street, revved his engine, and took off. He didn't use the NOS he had in his engine; he was saving that for tonight.

He thought of nothing else except for what Dom had taught him as he was driving down the dead-end road. Looking back on it, he wished the shit that went down had gone down differently. Maybe he would still be in good standing with Dom. Then again, maybe not. After all, he had lied to Dom about being a cop.

He still remembered that life-or-death moment that he had lied to Dom about being undercover. His life had been in Vince's hands, and had Dom given the order, Vince would've killed him then and there. After all, Vince had wanted to kill him immediately. Dom was the only one stopping him.

He also wished things between he and Mia had gone differently. He truly had cared about her. And she had ended up being hurt in the end. Shit should've happened differently, and there wasn't a day that he didn't wish it had.

He got to the dead-end, spun the wheel and headed back out. Twelve seconds. He had to get down another two. He looked at the time. Shit. He was late for a meeting. Fuck.

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Madison's day was uneventful. She waited for the night, knowing there would be a street race, but unaware as to where it would be. That was okay, she would find it eventually.

She threw her hair up, grabbed her sunglasses and keys, and headed out the door.

No destination in mind, she drove. It was great, not knowing where one was going. She decided that she should take these drives everyday. It helped her clear her mind and get focused.

She screamed past Dom's shop, unaware it was his and didn't even look at it. She did, however, notice some racecars outside and made a mental note to herself to stop by there sometime soon.

She turned the corner and saw them. Santiago and his crew. Sitting at a table, eating Italian food even though they were Hispanic. For a moment, she wanted to pull up to the restaurant and kill them all. Then, thinking better of it, decided not to. Instead, she continued driving.