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Chapter 5-Playing Rough

Warning: Some talk of homosexuality. Don't bash it, I'm all for it. If that changes your outlook on the story, don't read it.

Sasha's POV

I couldn't believe the way Vince was acting. Here I am, getting the chance to do what I've loved for years, and he's telling me I can't do it. Any other time when he asked me not to race or not to go to work, I'd fuss, but I'd obey him. But I have the chance to race a badass car for a really nice guy and I'm going to take it. He wants me to be the first to do her justice and I'd be glad too. If Vince would have given me the chance to explain Monty, he wouldn't have been so pissed. But I didn't care. If he wants to play Baby Kong, he can. Whenever Dom snaps his fingers, Vince comes running. If Vince even thinks he can have the same power over me, he married the wrong woman. I loved Vince with all that I had and he was the only man that I wanted to be with. I knew sometimes I didn't always act like the perfect wife, but damn I tried. I wanted to be the stay-at-home mom and provide for my husband and child but I just couldn't find it in me to sit around and do nothing all day.

"Sasha, you ok?" Monty asked me, waving his hand in front of my face. I nodded and looked out the dark, tinted windows. We were on a deserted strip a little ways away from the convention. It was still in clear view.

"Who am I racing?" I asked, exiting the car after Monty. He pulled out a Newport cigarette and lit it. He offered me one, but I declined.

"Charlie." The sounds of a few car engines could be heard coming near us. Soon, three cars were parked next to Monty's and even louder music blasted from one of them.

The guy in the Infiniti G35 Coupe stepped out first. He was a dark tan color and he wore all black. He walked around and stood in front of his car. The next to exit was a man in a Lexus IS 300. He was wearing baggy blue jeans and a black jacket over a white t-shirt. He also stood in front of his car. The last man was in a Lexus SC 430. He was wearing tight blue jeans and a leather jacket over a black shirt. I could tell he was the head hancho.

"Monty. How's it been?" The one in the 430 spoke, approaching us.

"Good. See you bought the goons out." He smiled, looking over at the other guys.

"Yeah. Who's this pretty lady?" The guy asked, staring at me with hungry eyes.

"Cool it, Charlie. I just met her." Monty replied, standing next to me protectively.

"My name's Sasha." I finally spoke up. Charlie smiled, his beautiful white teeth blinding me.

"Charlie. The guy in the white shirt, that's Seth. The other one is Ricky, my little brother." He introduced, them waving as their name was said. I waved back. "Now, Monty, you finally letting me get that beauty off your hands?" Charlie said arrogantly, looking at the Rx-8.

"Not a chance. One race Charlie. Slips. You and Sasha. She wins, she gets your car. You win, you get my car. What do you say?" Monty negotiated, sounding confident in me.

"Silly boy. Letting a woman drive your car? Especially one you just met? You never were the brightest guy." Monty noticed me tense up. I was about to wail on this jerk. He put a hand on my shoulder. "Fine, Skirt, let's do this." He turned to walk away.

"Hey," I tapped his shoulder. We he turned away, I punched him square in his jaw, forcing his body to the ground. "Don't call me Skirt." I growled, walking over to the Mazda.

"What'd you do that for?" Monty asked, following close behind me.

"Well, he just insulted you and I. So on my behalf, I handled it." I explained, pulling out my cell phone. I texted Dom.

I need you. Bring Rome and Bri. That's it. Don't tell Vince. I'm at a small little area not even a mile away from the convention. There will be a car with blue, green, and purple neons.

-Sash

I shut the phone and waited for Dom's arrival. I wasn't afraid of these guys, but in cased they wanted to play rough, I got a few guys who love playing rough.

"How do you know these guys?" I asked Monty, searching for the neons on his car. Finding the switch, I flipped it and exited the car. Sure enough, the area glowed with blue, green, and purple lights.

"Me and Charlie dated for a few years. He cheated so I left. Hated me ever since. Plus I slept with his little brother." Monty smiled, running his hands through his hair.

"Nice." I said, walking back over to where I previously stood. "You done acting like a little boy?" I asked Charlie, who was sitting on the hood of "my" car.

"Whatever. You ready to do this?" He asked, holding his jaw.

"In a minute, I need witnesses." I joked, stalling for some time. About five minutes later, Dom was speeding over to us. I was glad he found me.

"S'wrong Sash?" Rome was the first to ask, checking to see if I was okay.

"Nothing. I'm just about to win Letty's car so I need you to watch." I answered, pointing to the deep red Lexus SC 430.

"May I ask who your friends are? And what you're driving?" Dom asked, staring at the guys, including Monty.

"Well that's Monty. He wants me to drive his Rx-8. The guy with the bruised jaw is Charlie. The other two are Ricky and Seth." Dom, Brian, and Rome shook hands with Monty, but didn't go near the other ones.

"What happened to your face?" Brian asked, his cop instincts playing through. I keep telling him that's gonna get him killed one day.

"Ski..Sasha happened." He corrected himself. I smiled.

"Well, Dom, I wanted you to do the honors in riding with me. What do ya say?" I asked, walking over to the driver side.

"I'd love too." He smile goofily, sliding into the passenger seat.

I watched Ricky collect the slips from Charlie and Monty and hold them in the air. Brian and Rome stood off to the side next to Seth and Monty. Charlie pulled that beautiful Lexus up next to the Mazda. I went over everything under the hood of the car that I remembered with Dom. After getting the OKs from both me and Charlie, Ricky raised his hands. Seconds later, he dropped them and we were off.

Charlie started off with an effortless lead. I should have test run it first, I thought. Finally getting the hang of the Mazda, I caught up to Charlie. Feeling that rush coarse through my veins for the first time in a long time felt good. It revived me. Pushing 145 mph, I started to pant. My breathing was heavy and I was shaking. I was smiling. The race wasn't close to over and I wasn't close to winning. But the fact that I was once again behind a fast car doing something that was against the law felt refreshing. I had forgotten all about Dominic's presence as I came up to the side of the Lexus. I looked down at the NOS meter, it was almost full. I shifted gears and gained some speed once more. I looked over at Charlie, who had a look of worry on his face. Good, I thought. I was glad I was making him sweat. That what he gets for underestimating me.

"Sasha focus!" Dom yelled at me, bringing me back to reality. I put my determinded face back on and put the pedal to the floor. Hearing the magic ringing, I slammed on the NOS button. The car shot at least two car lengths in front of Charlie's. "What are you doin' Sasha?!" Dom yelled again.

"Shut up Dominic!" I yelled back, shifting gears once more. I could see the finish line, which was two bright flags a few feet apart. Pushing 176 mph, I was determined to win this. I wasn't about to prove that asshole right. I looked in my side mirror, noticing Charlie's car pulling up quick. I swirved in front of him, not allowing him to pass me.

"You're gonna get us killed Sasha." Dom screamed, hanging onto harness.

"You wanna drive Kong?" I yelled, shifting gears once more. I swirved out of the way of Charlie and got over, just as I was crossing the finish line first.

I turned the car around without stopping and sped back to the other's.

"You win?" Monty asked, unsure of what happened.

"Of course I did. Now get in and drive back to the convention and wait for me there." I ordered, waiting for Charlie to come back. Monty slid in the driver seat and sped off to the convention. Brian and Roman congratulated me, as Dom stared angrily. "Oh don't be mad Dominic. I know how to race."

"Yeah well you still almost got us killed. What were you thinkin' hitting the nitrous so early? He could have one easily." He bitched, the vein in his forehead popping out.

"Shut up." I mumbled, walking to Charlie's car as it finally came back. "What took you so long? I was starting to think you didn't know how to stop it." I teased, getting the best of him.

"Good job. I'm a man of my word. Here are the keys." He said, handing me the keys. I immediately felt bad for being so hard on him. The smirked that crossed his face made that feeling leave me fast. "No matter how fast you drive, you'll always be a Skirt. You're obviously a slut. I mean, you meet a guy once and you're already doing him favors? Doesn't look too good on your part. Tell Monty I'll see him around." He insulted me for the last time.

"Yo man. I think you need to apologize." Roman said, walking towards the back of Charlie. Charlie looked over his shoulder and smiled. He continued walking. "Yo dawg you deaf? I said apologize." Rome yelled, swining Charlie around to face him.

Charlie swung, punching Roman in the face. Stumbling back, Rome held his eye. Regaining composure, he tackled Charlie to the ground and wailed on his face. Ricky and Seth went to step in, but Dom and Brian weren't having it. It soon turned into an all-out brawl. They all wrestled around in the dirt for a few minutes before I thought it had been enough.

"KNOCK IT OFF YOU GUYS!" I bellowed, my strong voice possibly silencing the world. They stopped except Rome, who never knew when enough was enough. He continued to roll around with Charlie. I looked at Brian with pleading eyes. He nodded and pulled Rome off Charlie. He smacked the back of Rome's head and said that it was enough.

"Get out of here." Dom growled, scaring the three men off. Charlie jumped in the car with his brother and they sped off. "Let's go." Dom said, sighing as he got in his car. I jumped in the Lexus and drove back to the convention.

xxx

Back at the convention, the Team was crowded around their cars. I could see they were ready to head home. I looked over at the Maxima and noticed Vince sitting on the inside. I knew he was drunk. I didn't even want to look at him at the time. I was still pissed at him for his attitude. I walked over to Monty, who was talking to some woman by his car. Looking at the guys, his face grew with worry.

"What happened to them?" He asked, pointing to the boys.

"Charlie wanted to play rough. Those guys live for it. Bottom line, Charlie won't be a pest anymore." I said, smiling at him.

"Ohh. So you mentioned a 'Letty' back there..." He started, waiting for me to fill him in.

"Come with me, I'll introduce you to my team." I said, leading him over to the crew.

Even after getting married and having kids, the Team still looked like a bunch of hoodlums. I smiled at my thoughts. They were MY hoodlums. Dom was sitting on the hood of the Rx-7, Letty next to him. Vince was in his car and the other three were congrugated around the Skyline.

"Guys. I want you all to meet Monty. Monty, this is my family. The big guy on the big truck is Dom. That's his wife and my sister, Letty. The dude in the white bandana is Roman. The surfer boy is Brian and the dude with the toothpick is Leon. You already met Vincent." I introduced. He smiled and waved to everybody. "Letty, these are yours." I smiled, tossing her the keys to the Lexus.

She looked at me with confusion. I smiled once again and pointed to the car behind me. The maroon colored Lexus was beautiful. The light illuminated off of it to give it that Heavenly vibe. She gasped and bolted to the car. Running her hands all over it, she was speechless. "How'd you get this?" She asked finally.

"Monty here put me in a race. Did slips and I won. It's all yours."

"Thank you so much Sash. You too, Monty. Thanks man." She smiled, shaking his hand. He laughed at her excitement.

"Only one thing Let...you have to promise not to go under the hood until Jesse comes up." I said. I wanted the mad scientist up here to do what he loved.

"Deal." She agreed, jumping in the Lexus.

I heard a car door open and shut. I heard the rummaging of bottles as the smell of alcohol lingered in the air. It was Vince. He staggered his way over to us. He looked at Monty with hate in his eyes. I didn't understand it. It was a complete stranger to him and yet Vince looked like he was about to maul him. And just as my suspicions were correct, Vince was soon lunging at Monty. With a swift fist, he knocked Monty to the ground. His large body hovered over Monty's as he swung drunkily, missing Monty several times. Dom and Rome tried to pull Vince off Monty, but his drunken rage prevented it. I couldn't move. My body was frozen in place. My spirit was helping pull V off, but my body didn't want anything to do with it. I felt Letty push me in the Lexus as the security ran over. Soon, the security was pulling Vince off Monty. Both were hauled off into the back of police cars, with us following behind.