Sugar Spice and Everything not so Nice 02

Okay I know some people have been less than supportive of this story but I hope anyone who actually wants to help will give me some good advice on how to improve this story, I want to make it the best I can! And just so you know Allaire's views in no way reflect my own.

Recap

Allaire sighed and put her bags in the bag, most of her stuff was being shipped from Puerto Rico. She had hoped she could find a place before it got there, but Tony had taken care of that problem. This house he picked out better have room for her babies, because if it didn't Allaire would be very upset, very, very upset. She had a feeling that things here were going to be very interesting, maybe a little to interesting, so much for an average and normal life.

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Allaire watched as out of her window as streets passed by at an aggravatingly slow rate. Tony had insisted upon driving the exact speed limit. Something Allaire absolutely hated. She had become convinced that he was the only person in all of L.A. who consciously tried to say right on the thirty-five mark; it was like he thought it was some kind of game. Allaire had considered getting out and walking but her lack of directional sense made her reconsider.

She had never been very good at finding her way around, not that she was ever alone. There had always been someone with her. Always someone, sometimes a girl most of the time a guy, her father had hired to keep an eye on her. But even with a body guard she somehow managed to wander off, not purposely of course, but one way or another Allaire often found herself completely lost. She had long since learned that a g.p.s. was a good thing to have.

"You do realize that an old granny just zoomed past us, right?" Allaire asked in annoyance as she glanced at Tony from the corner of her eye.

"We will go the speed limit and no faster young lady," Tony said sternly and Allaire merely mumbled under her breath and looked back out the window. As they drove by she watched people walking on the streets, some looked like they had more money than they needed others looked like they had almost none at all. Allaire had always been a very judging person. If someone dressed a certain way than that's how they were, otherwise why would they dress that way? At least that was Allaire's theory."We're almost there," Tony said from the seat besides Allaire, earning a curious glance. They were driving down a neighborhood street; it was a small group of homes, small enough that it didn't have a name. About ten houses in the road stopped, and sitting right on the end was an average sized tri-level home. It was a tan building with a two car garage and a small balcony overlooking the street from what Allaire guessed was the master bedroom.

Stepping out of the Aston Martin Allaire looked at the surrounding houses. The houses were fairly far apart and most of the gardens were neat and tidy. She slipped her sun glasses off her hand and walked up to the door.

"I didn't think you'd want anything too fancy, but your father said I wasn't allowed to spend anything under three hundred thousand, something about family image or some nonsense like that," Tony commented as he walked up besides her and pulled a key out of his pocket.

"And how much did this house cost?" Allaire asked as she stepped into the cool home.

"Three Hundred Thousand," Tony said with a light smile and led her to the kitchen, "three bedrooms, two and a half bath, the kitchen has a fridge, oven, stove, and a built in microwave and the bathrooms are furnished."

"I hope so," Allaire said sarcastically. She liked the house. It was nice. Nothing compared her father's house of course, but she hadn't been looking for a mansion. She had been looking for someplace she could start and this seemed like the right place. "It's perfect," Allaire decided and snatched the key out of her uncle's hand.

"I thought you'd like it," Tony said and headed toward the door, "I'll come by and check up on in a few days. See you soon…Oh and by the way there's a surprise in the garage, consider it a birthday present for the last three years." With that final statement Tony left and Allaire heard the Aston pull out of the driveway. She took her time looking at the rest of the house and deciding what she was going to use every room for before she walked out to the garage. In one spot sat a car like shape covered in a white sheet. Allaire walked over and narrowed her eyes at her so called "birthday present" she hoped for Tony's sake he hadn't bought her a car, she really disliked it when people bought her overly expensive gifts, It always made her feel guilty. Reaching out to pull the cover off she noticed a note tapped to the front.

Right, I know you're going to hate me,

but you need something to drive until your things get here.

Don't kill me okay? And no this wasn't your father's idea.

I just thought you needed an Italian stallion

Tony

P.S. don't try selling it because I will just buy you another one.

Allaire pulled the cover off and couldn't help but let a grin slip across her lips, she may be pissed at him but Tony had taste in cars. She thought about putting the cover back on but she just couldn't fathom the idea of not at least giving the sleek machine a whirl. She needed food anyway; she hadn't eaten since dinner on the plane. Hopping in, she grabbed the keys off the dashboard and started her up. The car let out a pretty purr as the engine came to life and Allaire couldn't help but giggle happily. Normal people would get to know their new car first, but being normal was for suckers. Allaire gunned the gas and peeled out of the driveway, leaving a pair of very clear skid marks in her wake.

Leon sat at the counter in Dom's grocery store/café. It had been almost a year since Dom had teamed up with Brian. He had helped him take down a drug ring and in exchange all of their records had been wiped clean. Leon had thought it was way too convenient but Dom was the boss and what he said went. So far they hadn't heard anything but Leon had a feeling that one slip up and they'd be in some serious trouble.

Once they were back in the States Dom had wasted no time in reopening the grocery store and the garage and even thought things were tough they were getting by. The gang still had some money left over from their exploits in Mexico but the reserves were draining quickly. Parts for expensive not to mention gas these days and the grocery store and garage cost more than they made. But Dom was too stubborn to let them go. Racing seemed to be the only thing going for them, they made some good cash for winning but it still wasn't enough.

Right now Brian, Dom, Letty, and Vince were at the garage doing some repairs. Brian and Dom were still on edge but they seemed to be doing better. Letty was the one causing the problems. She hadn't been the same since Mexico, at least not toward Dom. They tried to patch things up but it didn't work out, everyone knew it was officially over when Letty moved back into her own room. Right now Leon was helping Mia out since she had been having car problems and needed a ride.

The purr of an engine caused him to look up; he thought maybe one of the guys had stopped by. Instead he was surprised to see an extremely slick 2009 vinaccia Ferrari California. It looked like it just came out of the dealership, not a speck of dust on its shiny exterior and the tires were spotless. The engine clicked off and a girl stepped out. She was pretty by Leon's standards with dark hair pulled back in a pony tail and a dark tan. She looked Hispanic maybe from the Dominican Republic or another Island Nation, hell for all Leon knew she could be a born in Kentucky to a Country family. Leon prided himself in not judging people by first impressions, not that hers was bad. She wasn't super thin but she looked about average, her nose was slightly thinner at the top than was average giving her face a slightly disproportioned look especially with the sun glasses perched on her face and even from a distance he could see three long diagonal scars running down her forearm. They looked like knife wounds but Leon couldn't be sure. Her shirt was short enough to show a small amount of mid drift and Leon noticed it looked like she had a scar of her hip, like a burn. It was light, like the scars on her arms but still there. What she did have going for her were damn nice legs, long and tan they weren't thin or thick a nice median in between and she looked great in her black shorts.

She had turned away from the car after clicking the lock on and was heading straight toward the store. The bell dinged as she stepped through the threshold. She glanced at him and gave him a soft nod of her head in greeting. Leon nodded back and watched out of the corner of his eye as she passed through the aisles and picked out random items. Mia had chosen this moment to come out of the back room and lean on the counter next to him.

"We actually have a costumer?" She whispered softly, "She must have just moved here, no one else would be insane enough to shop here." Leon let out a soft chuckle and shook his head.

"The food isn't that bad," Leon tried to convince Mia only to receive a snort. After a few minutes the girl had walked back over and Mia was ringing her things up.

"You know I've never seen you around here before, did you just move in here?" Mia asked as she slid items over the scanner.

"Yep, just today. How'd you know?" The girl asked lightly.

"Normal people who've lived here a while shop at normal grocery stories," Leon said with a grin from a seat. The girl glanced over at him and ginned.

"Well, There was yellow Nissan Skyline outside and I just couldn't help but come and see who's it was," she said with a smile.

"Guilty as charged," Leon said with a smirk and held out his hand, "I'm Leon that's Mia."

"Allaire," The girl said shaking his head and turning to smile at Mia.

"I see you have the new California," Mia said with a longing look out the store's front window.

"Yah," Allaire mumbled with a tone that led Leon to thing she was embarrassed, "It was a present." It didn't take long for her to sit down and start talking to them. It turned out she knew a lot about cars. She was fairly nice but Leon could sense she wasn't giving all the information she could, but it was her life and they had just met. Leon didn't expect her to tell them everything in the first hour of knowing them. After a while she had to leave, groceries had a tendency to go bad if left out for too long but not before Mia got her number.

"She was nice," Mia said cheerily. Leon could understand why Mia was looking for a friend in Allaire, with all the running she hadn't had time to make friends and Letty was a little too rough around the edges for Mia. Normally Leon would expect Mia to make a friend who knew nothing about cars but judging by what he knew about her Leon would guess Allaire was a racer and that had the potential to become very interesting, especially if she was the competitive type.