Thanks for the reviews.
Chapter 4-The Convention/Monty
No POV
Vince walked back in the house and took a seat on the couch next to Leon and Brian. Sasha and Letty were in the kitchen talking while Dom was sitting in the recliner, playing with Desmond.
"So what'd he say?" Leon asked, staring at the television.
"Nothing much. Just that he's racing tonight and for you to call him. He loves everyone too." Vince said, as if it was no big deal.
"WHAT?! He's racing?!" Leon nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Leon chill. He's a big boy now. He even says he's running shit down there. Imagine that." Vince smirked, downing the rest of the burger he bought on the way to the Fort.
"I just don't want anything happening to that kid again. I mean I almost lost him twice." Leon said sadly, running his hands through his long, curly hair.
"Trust me Le, Jess knows what he's doing. How's Danny?" (A/N: Danny is short for Danielle, which is baby Jessica's middle name if you didn't remember) Dom asked, bouncing Dez on his lap.
"Good. She's talking." Vince replied, disappointedly.
"You don't seem to happy about that V." Brian pointed out, looking at him with sincere eyes.
"I am. I just want Dez to start talking soon. I want to know what it feels like when your kid says his first name. I crave that feeling ya know." Vince poured his heart out to the other guys, instantly regretting it.
"Ol' Coyote, you ain't going soft on us now are you? 'Cause we might have the buster take your place on this team." Leon teased, moving from the couching before he spoke. He knew Vince would have his head for that comment.
"Fuck you Leon." Vince growled, standing from the couch and started to march for him, but was stopped by Brian's arm.
"Sit," He ordered. Vince was a little taken aback by his authority but did as he was told. "Look, when Angel was born, I couldn't wait for her to say her first words. I pushed and pushed, which was probably why she held off so long," he paused to laugh. "But just give it sometime Vince. He'll start talkin' when you least expect it. When he does, you'll 'bout crap your pants bro. It'll be the greatest moment of your life V, I guarantee it." Brian finished, patting him on the back.
Vince had to stop to think. Did the Buster, the only man Vince used a daily punching bag yet the only man to save Vince's life not once but twice, just give him advice? Hell, good advice at that? It made sense, everything Brian was saying. Just give D some time, and he'll come around. Vince hated to admit it, but the Buster was becoming one of his best friends.
The gang sat around for another hour or so just drinking beers and watching some football game. When the clock struck 9:00, everyone decided they should probably start getting ready. Sasha, Vince, and Desmond all went home while Brian and Leon left for their houses. Vince sat in the baby chair they had in their room and picked him out something to wear as Sasha made milk bottles downstairs. Vince continuously lifted different mesh shirts up to his chest, showing Desmond, asking for his opinion. When Vince lifted a shirt and Desmond scrunched up his face, he knew that meant no. Desmond only smiled at two shirts, a red mesh tank and a camo mesh tank. "Both will have to do." Vince smiled. He decided on a pair of fitting flare blue jeans. He tossed his clothes on the bed and lifted Desmond from the chair. He took a seat on the edge of his king-size bed.
"You know D, I wish I can stay with you tonight buddy. We haven't had much guy time lately. But I have to help pick Aunt Lett a car out. But I promise, it's me and you all day tomorrow. Just hangin' around. Is that okay bud?" Vince asked him, getting a giggle in response. "That's my boy." Vince kissed his cheek and walked him downstairs, where Sasha was repacking his diaper bag.
"V, I need you to watch him while I get a quick shower. I'll be just a few minutes." Sasha said, placing the diaper bag on Vince's shoulder. He sighed heavily and walked over to Desmond's playpin. He sat Dez on the floor and pulled some toys out of the pin. V sat the bag on the couch and laid his body on the floor with Desmond's, watching him play with the toys. Vince couldn't help but to think back to what Brian had said earlier that night. He'll talk when you least expect it. Brian's words played back in his mind. He wanted to give Desmond all the time in the world. But he was infact a father and every father awaits the day his son said 'Daddy'. Vince shook off his thoughts and joined Dez in playing with his toy cars.
Fifteen minutes later, Sasha came sauntering down the steps. She was wearing a low, tight black leather skirt that showed off her long, bronze legs and a gold chain as a belt. Her top was a Spanish lace camisole top, with a leather jacket she borrowed from Letty over it. She wore black knee-high boots to match. Her brunette hair was cascading down over her shoulders. She looked like she came straight out of a sexy, bikerchick magazine.
"Wow." Was all Vince could mumble. He hadn't seen Sasha look this good since before she had Desmond.
"I'm guessing that's good?" She asked, feel conscious about her outfit now.
"It's not good, it's perfect. You look rockin' Sash." Vince complimented, spending her around to see her backside. He nodded in approval. "Nice, but now it's my turn."
They switched off; Sasha changing D then playing with him on the floor, Vince taking a shower and getting dressed. About thirty minutes later, it was Vince's turn to come floating down the stairs, showing off his good looks. He was wearing the outfit he had chosen earlier (the two mesh tops and flare jeans) and his black boots. He had spiked his hair all over and even trimmed his beard. He had a black suede jacket on over it. Sasha purred and smiled at him.
"You're lucky. If we weren't going out, he'd have to finish where we left off earlier." Sasha teased him, running her nails up and down his chest. He growled low in his throat and kissed her. Just when he was getting into the kiss, she pushed him away. "No time for that. Dom needs you right now. Let's get out of here." Sasha smiled and they left for the Toretto home.
xxx
When Sasha and the guys pulled up to the Toretto house, it was 10:05 P.M. Mia was just pulling up in the minivan, Rome exiting after her. They smiled and waved over as they all entered the house.
"Mia, thank God you are here. Please go upstairs and help your brother find something to wear. He's tearing the room up looking for clothes." Letty begged, fixing her pants. She was wearing a plain black tank top with a red leather jacket over it and low rider jeans. Mia smiled and ran up the stairs.
She opened Dom's room door to find him in jeans that were sliding off his hips and shirtless, scanning through the closet. "Dom, what's the problem?" She asked, noticing clothes scattered all over the floor.
"The shirt you bought me for my birthday last year ... I can't find it." He said, bending over in the closet. Mia scrunched up her nose and looked around for a bit. She finally noticed the brown and beige button up shirt hiding under a stack of pants. She picked it up and tossed it on Dom's head.
"Hurry up Stupid." She said, exiting the room.
After Dom was dressed and ready to go, the Team headed out. Mia took Desmond and the twins home with her, Lily, and Senia. Dom and Letty rode in the Rx-7, Vince and Sasha in the Maxima, and Leon, Rome, and Brian in the Skyline. They wanted to role in just like old times, except without Jesse.
They drove to a secluded area about twenty miles from where the usual races went down. A large banner in between two poles read "The 5th Annual Street Racer's Convention". The place was dark with neon lights glowing all over. Cars were lined up on two sides of the area, just like in the races. There were several cars on a small platform. Those would be the cars in the auction. People, racers and chasers, were scattered all over the area. Off to a corner, people were having a dance-off. In another corner, two women were fighting over a racer. On both sides in a deserted area, races were going on. Announcer, who introduced himself as Mr. Street, rambled about the cars looking 'sick' tonight. This place was like Race Wars, only minus the hot weather and uncomfortable campers.
When the Team rolled up, everything stop. As if someone pressed pause on their lives. Music from cars was turned down, the women stopped fighting, everything silenced. People just stood, staring at the Toretto cars.
"We sure do know how to shut down a spot." Vince said to Dominic over the walkie. Dom laughed and they all got out the cars.
This would be the first public appearance on the streets of the Team in years. The Team just leaned on their cars, staring back at the people. Suddenly, an uproar of cheers and applause filled the air.
"Yo Dom, how ya been man?" Hector asked, greeting Dom as they approached the crowd.
"Good Hector. How are you? Where's Edwin?" Dom asked, looking around. He never saw one without the other. He noticed the not-so-cheery look on Hector's face. "What's wrong bro?"
"Dude I thought you heard. Edwin got killed two years ago. He raced this dude for slips. He won but the dude wasn't handing up his keys. Edwin got mad and the dude popped shots." Hector explained, as the rest of the crew listened. Sasha nearly cried hearing the news about Edwin. Letty was already in tears before the story was over. Edwin had been there for her when she was in the hospital and she didn't even know the man was dead.
"I'm sorry bro. We all are." Dom said, running his hand over his head. "Let's do it big tonight in Edwin's memory." He said, pulling Hector into a hug. The rest of the Team did the same, then entered the convention.
xxx
Sasha's POV
After hearing the news about Edwin, I was a little shaken up. I didn't feel as pumped as I was to be here. I was looking forward to seeing Edwin. Over the coarse of my time being with the Team, me and Edwin became good friends. He always needed advice on his marriage to a pretty Latina, Marissa. I'd help him with his car and try to make it go faster. He talked a lot of shit, but Edwin was a good guy. I would miss him greatly.
I walked around the convention, checking out the cars that were there. I saw a pretty nice Rx-8 that I'd love to take around the streets a few times. As I was glancing under the hood of the car, I could sense someone's eyes on me.
"Take a picture, dick." I said hastily, still not knowing who was looking at me. I turned around to find a tall, blonde man staring at me. He had piercing blue eyes similar to Brian's. His hair was dirty blonde and extremely curly. He was wearing black shorts and a plain white t-shirt. From what I could tell, he was pretty built. The man was gorgeous, but annoying as hell. "Can I help you?" I asked him.
"I was about to ask you the same thing. You like her?" He asked, pointing to the car.
"Love her. How fast is she?" I asked, curious to find out more about this beauty.
"A lil' over 180." He answered, leaning on his car. I nodded and continued to inspect under the hood. "You race?" He asked me.
"Used too."
"Used too?"
"As in I once did, but I don't anymore." I was ready to wail on this guy. Is he deaf?
"I don't understand. Once you race, you just don't quit. Is this a specific reason you don't race anymore?"
"Is there a specific reason you're so concerned?" I never was a fan of strangers, but this guy was about to get it if he didn't lay off the questions.
"No ma'am. Just curious, is all." He answered, smiling bright at me. His smile warmed me over a bit. "Wanna race her?" My head turned in his direction, my eyes filled with confusion.
"Sir, I know nothing about you and you want me to race your car? Thanks, but no thanks." It hurt me to pass up that opportunity, but if he wanted something in return, I wasn't the one to give it to him.
"You're absolutely right. My name's Lamont. My friends call me Monty." He introduced himself, holding his hand out to me. I shook it and gave him my name. "Now do you wanna racer her?" His will was winning me over. I admired people who didn't give up.
"What do you want in return? If it's sex, you can get that thought out of your head right now." I warned.
"It's not sex. Please don't get mad by this or take offense, but you're not my type, Honey." He said, smiling at me. "I can't race for shit. I want someone to do my baby some justice. What do ya say?"
I had to think for a minute. If he couldn't race, what the hell was he doing here and with a car like that? It all seemed shady to me.
"Let's talk more." Was all I said. He shut the hood on the Rx-8 and we leaned on it, talking.
Vince's POV
I was at a concession stand ordering the Team some beers when something caught my eye. I turned and noticed Sasha talking with some loser. He looked similar to the Buster; blonde hair, surfer boy style. For a second, it looked like he was getting on her nerves. Her hands where on her hips and she looked as if she was ignoring him. Then he said something, which fully got her attention. She stood from underneathe the hood and glared at him with confusion. A few more things were said, then he shut the hood to the car and the sat on it, talking. I angrily stomped off where the rest of the Team were standing. They were all huddled around a tricked out '04 Honda SUT Concept truck. Dom was sitting behind the wheel of the truck, trying to get a feel for it.
"What's the problem Vince?" Letty asked, noticing the look on my face. She grabbed a beer from my hand, popping the top off the Corona.
"Your sister's my problem." I said, pointing to Sasha, who was now laughing with this guy.
"Oh V chill out man. It's harmless." Letty replied, playfully hitting my stomach.
"Doesn't look to harmless." I mumbled, walking away. I quicked down my half empty bottle and made my over to Sasha. Reaching her, she continued to laugh and joke with this dude. It made my blood boil that she didn't even notice her HUSBAND standing in front of her. "What are you doin'?"
"Oh hey babe. Monty this is Vince, my husband. Vince, this is Monty. He wants me to race his Rx-8 tonight. He said if I win, he'll give me $500." Sasha chimed. I didn't want to have to go over this again with her. She's not a racer anymore. She's a mother and a wife.
"Thanks Monty, but no thanks. Sasha, let's go." I said, grabbing her arm.
"Let go." She yelled, yanking her arm away. "I'm doing it." She assured me, sitting back on the car.
"No you're not. Monty you can race your own car, pal." I yelled, grabbing her again. Once again, she snatched it away. She pulled me out of Monty's earshot.
"Vince if you grab me like that again, I'll kill you. What's your fuckin' problem?" She whispered loudly, crossing her arms across her chest.
"I don't have a fuckin' problem Sasha. I told you already, you aren't a fucking racer anymore. You are most definitely not going to be racer for some guy you just met ten minutes ago. No way woman!" I yelled, not caring who heard.
"And I fucking told you already, you aren't my father so stop acting like him. I race when I want too. You race when you want too and I don't say shit. And Monty's a really sweet guy. He doesn't race, so he wants me to race for him. It's one time V." She said, her voice more calm.
"I said no! You don't know that fool for shit, Sasha." I yelled, pointing to Monty, who was now standing in the door of his car.
"You are unbelievable sometimes. I'm racing tonight Vince, whether you like it or not. Goodbye." Was all she said before she stomped off to Monty's car. She jumped in the passenger seat and they pulled off.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Sorry it took so long to update. You'll find out more about Lamont in upcoming chapters. Please read&review. I need to know I still have my readers from my last story.
-Kita