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Chapter 8-Friendly Conversation

No POV

After Sasha finished her shower, she dressed into Letty's clothes and came downstairs. She had on black sweats and a white beater. Vince smiled at her.

"Guess they have the same sense of style." He said, noticing that their borrowed outfits were identical. Sasha laughed and took a seat next to him on the couch. Desmond was asleep on his blanket in the floor. Sasha looked at the clock on the cable box. 3:46 p.m. She still had a while before Mia was showing up.

The room was silent, only the sound of Desmond's snoring filled the air. It was a comfortable silence and Sasha was enjoying it. But she knew Vince would break it soon. She laid her head in his lap and closed her eyes. Silence for once in their lives.

"I'm sorry." Vince said, the low grumble of his voice shaking her body.

"Don't Vince. I told you it was okay." She said, shutting her eyes once more.

"No, it's not okay Sasha. I acted like a jackass."

"Vince, it's fine. Shit happens, ya know." She spoke without looking at him. "You didn't have to hit him though. That didn't solve anything."

"Yes the hell it did. Made me feel better."

"Yeah, well, it made me feel like shit. Monty's a good guy from what I know and you felt threatned. You have something against blondes don't you?" She tried to lighten the mood, but could tell by the tone of his voice, he wasn't happy.

"That's not funny. Why do you trust Monty so much? He seems shady to me. Any guy who'd let someone he just met race his car is stupid. Let alone a woman. No offense." He added, knowing he fucked that statement up completely.

"What the fuck is that V? Like I said, he told me he was a shitty driver. I did it for Letty. She needed a car and I got one for free. Pretty bad ass one at that. I'm getting $500 just for my hard work." She defended herself. She sat up from his lap and walked into the kitchen. She sat at a stool against the center counter.

"Like I said, you don't know that fool for shit. One minute you're racing for him. The next minute, he's kidnapping you and forcing you to marry him or some shit like that." He yelled, following her into the kitchen. He watched her make herself a margarita. She mixed in a little Tequilla that she found rummaging through Mia's cabinets. She didn't want to get drunk, just wanted to tune out Vince's lectures.

"That's ridiculous V. And I'm positive that won't happen." She smiled a little, taking a sip of the alcoholic drink.

"How can you be so fuckin' sure Sasha? You a fuckin' psychic or something? What does he want in return Sash?" Vince yelled, oblivious to the fact that Desmond was still sleeping.

"Stop your bitchin' Vince. Don't wake my baby up." Sasha said calmly, taking another drink.

"Fuckin' answer me then. How do you know he won't try to bone? How do you know he's not expecting anything?" Vince asked, taking the drink from her hands and slamming it down on the counter. He was furious that she was taking this so lightly.

"BECAUSE HE'S GAY!" Sasha was the one yelling now. She was red and furious with Vince's attitude.

The look on Vince's face was priceless. He was still frowning and his lips parted several times, but he didn't speak. He couldn't find the words to speak. He stood that way for about ten seconds, then blinked.

"Wh-what? Repeat that please." He said, closing his eyes long, then forcing them open.

"Monty's gay Vince. Which means even if I wanted too, I'd never have a chance with him." A smile tugged at the corner of Sasha's lips as she watched Vince's face. His mean features softened, his eyebrows raising.

"No shit? I had no idea. I mean, he reminded me so much of Brian. Such a pretty boy ya know? Guess, I gotta apologize huh?" He asked, running his hands threw his shaggy hair.

"Yessir. Starting with me." She ordered, placing her glass in the sink.

"I'm sorry Sash. Didn't mean to be an asshole. Just lookin' after my woman." He apologized, hugging her from behind.

"By beating up gay guys? Whatever you say Vince. Just don't be so touchy and demanding. I hate that about you. Just be how you were when I met you." She said, laying her head back against his shoulder.

"What... rough, greasy, and slutty? No thank you." V replied, turning her to face him. "I'm serious Sash. I'm sorry about everything. I'll be perfect next time."

"Don't. Because that means I have to try to be perfect and I'm not good at that." She smiled.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his lips onto hers. He smiled against her lips as his hands gravitated to her ass, lifting her onto the counter.

"Vince, we can't do this here." She said breathlessly, as Vince stripped of his beater.

"Sure we can." He said, tugging at the hem of her beater.

"V, we can't." Sasha said, only to have Vince kiss her harder.

"Why not?" He asked, pulling away from her.

"Well, for plenty reasons. One, this isn't our house, it's Mia's. Two, Desmond is sleep and can wake up any minute. Three, the kids are still outside and can come in any minute." Sasha explained, running her hands through her long, curly hair.

Vince grunted low and slipped his beater back on. He helped Sasha from the counter. V planted one last, long kiss on her lips before jumping back on the couch. As if on cue, the kids came running back inside. CJ was as filthy as Elijah and Angel was crying.

"What's wrong babe?" Vince asked her, pulling her into his lap.

"I..fell..and..I got a boo-boo." She said in between sniffs. The five year old showed Vince the scrape she had on her left knee, noticing it was slightly bleeding.

"Aww baby. That's nothing. Here," He kissed her knee." Better?" She nodded and smiled. "Go get a bandaid and put it on there and it'll be better."

A few minutes later, there was a honk outside. It was Mia parked in her aquamarine Integra.

"Gotta go V. When Bri gets home, take the kids to Dom and Letty's." Sasha said, kissing them all on the cheek.

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Dom's POV

It was around 4:45 when I decided to go open the garage. It was supposed to open at twelve since it was Saturday, but since Vince wasn't back with my car, I had no way. I sat around for hours staring at the screen until Letty said the magic words...

"You have another car, you know."

I felt completely stupid. I had forgotten all about the Denali truck sitting out back. I got to the garage about 5:00 p.m. finding Leon already there. That pissed me off too. If he knew I wasn't at work, why didn't he call around trying to find me? Better yet, why the hell didn't he come get me?

"Glad you made it to work on time." I said to him, rubbing the back of my neck. Le forced a smile and continued tightening a bolt in a Mustang. "What's your problem?" I asked, switching from my leather jacket into my beige Toretto's workshirt.

"I''m worried about Jess. I talked to Di earlier and she said he's messing up. He's heavy on the booze and she thinks he might be doing drugs. She said he got in with these guys at a race and ever since, he's been distant. Says he barely comes around the house anymore." I could tell this was taking it's toll on Le. He had dark circles under his eyes and he looked as if he hadn't shaved in months.

"Damn Le. If you wanna take some time off and go check on him, we can. I'll arrange for someone to watch the garage and the store and we can go." I needed a vacation anyways. And I was missing the Kid around here too.

"Naw Dom. I'm hoping it's just a phase. I'm gonna give him some time. If I decide to go, I'm going alone. Nothing personal, dawg." He answered, shutting the hood of the Mustang.

"S'all good. Do whatever, my offer is still up there." I went to checking the books in the back office. This is where I really needed Mia. I hadn't a clue what any of this shit meant. Frustrated, I pushed the books out of my face and left the office.

When I re-entered the main entrance of the garage, I noticed the same car from last night pull up. Monty.

"Can I help you, Sir?" I asked, putting on my business face.

"Yeah, um, Dom is it?" I nodded. "Is Sasha around? She told me she might be here today." I didn't know this dude's deal, but he had to be crazy to come around here again after the ass-whooping from V last night.

"Naw she's not here. Probably won't be here 'til later. You caused a lot of shit last night, ya know."

"I realize that. I wanted to apologize to everyone, but since no one is here, I'll have to save it for later. But I am sorry. I just needed someone to race for me so I could get this guy off my back." He explained, running his hands threw his curly, blond hair.

I didn't know the deal with uthis guy, but from the surface, he seemed alright.

"You want a beer?" I asked him, grabbing a Corona from the minifridge. He nodded. I tossed him a beer and went to start on a car that came in earlier with Le.

"Need any help? I can't race a car worth shit, but I know a li'l something about fixing them." I smiled. No matter how much shit he caused, any man who wanted to get under a car and get dirty with people he didn't know was a good man in my eyes. I nodded and he went to work on another car, a Subaru, under the hood. I told him not to mind Leon's quiet or rude behavior, he wasn't in the mood.

"So where you from?" I asked, trying to make friendly conversation.

"Hawaii. I was born there, but moved here a few years ago."

"Really. What made you move?"

"Let's say, I needed a change of scenery."

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Sorry for the wait. Still battling the writers block. Next chapter is gonna focus on Jesse/Diana/Jessica. Read&review please.

-Kita

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