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Chapter 2

You could hear a pin drop in the café the only sound being made by the couple of ceiling fans as the whole team stared at me, wondering if they had heard me right or not.

"What?" Leon finally questioned breaking the silence.

"I want to race tonight," I repeated but was quickly cut off by Dom.

"No," he stated and went back to eating his sandwich as if nothing was ever said to begin with.

"And why not?" I asked aggravated that he had shut me down.

"Because I said so," he stated not bothering to even look me in the eyes.

"Your car's not race ready," Vince added but it fell on deaf ears. I couldn't figure out whether he didn't want to go against my brother's word or if he was telling the truth.

"So let me take a look at it," I almost pleaded with him knowing races usually didn't start until almost midnight giving me a good twelve hours to fix whatever I had to. I was bound and determined to prove James wrong.

"You're not racing tonight, you're not ready," Dom said in a final tone as he got up, stalked over to his car and sped off.

"Thanks for lunch, girl," Letty gave me a small smile before hitting Vince in the arm, "come on, we've got to go."

Vince mumbled a string of curse words as he got up and followed Letty outside with Jesse trailing behind like an obedient puppy dog.

"Dom's right, baby girl," Leon said turning me slightly so he could see my face, "You haven't even been behind the wheel, you're not ready to race."

"You need to get back to work," I said getting off his lap and collecting the plates.

"Baby, I…" he started as he got up to follow me but I was fuming that he didn't believe I could do this.

"Don't Leon, just go," I stated sharply angrily tossing the dishes in the sink and pulling my hair back into a messy ponytail.

I could hear him sigh loudly and a few seconds later his car roaring to life before peeling out.

"I didn't know you raced," Brian spoke up looking at me confused.

"It's been awhile," I shrugged not wanting to get into the whole story, not that it was any of his business anyway as I started washing the dishes.

"How long is awhile?"

"It's been about a year," I admitted quietly.

"You haven't been behind the wheel of a car in a year? Are you sure you're a Toretto?" he laughed at his own joke.

"Ha-ha," I mocked, rolling my eyes as I finished the last of the dishes.

"So…" he started looking at me expectantly.

"What?" I snapped.

"What happened?" he asked.

"None of your damn business," I replied remembering why I never got along with him in the first place, always trying to get information that he wasn't entitled to.

"Fine," he smirked as he walked over and switched the sign to say we were closed, "I'll make you a deal; you can either tell me what happened or…you can drive home," he said twirling his car keys around his finger.

"You're going to let me drive your car?" I questioned not wanting to believe it.

"Well, you can drive, right?" he asked and I swore I could see a hint of fear behind his eyes.

"Please I could drive with my eyes closed," I answered with my hand out for his keys. Not that I was lying, I had done it before on a dare.

"Then let's go."

I couldn't help the smile that was playing on my lips as I slid into the front seat and put the key in the ignition, running my hands over the steering wheel taking in the familiarity. I turned the car on, buckled up and slowly put my foot on the gas. I was gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles were white as the car moved forward. My breathing hitched as every emotion I felt the night Carrie died came pouring back to me like some dam in my subconscious had opened.

"I can't do this," I whispered hitting the brakes and throwing the car in park.

"What's wrong?" he questioned concerned on why I had stopped in the middle of the road.

But I couldn't answer I just sat there trying to remember how to breathe as flashes from the night went through my mind, Carrie, the black Mazda and the tree. I could vaguely hear Brian trying to get my attention, to snap me out of whatever daze I had put myself in and he must have called for help because the next thing I knew someone was knocking on the driver's side window. I jumped at the sound and turned to see Leon standing there watching me closely as he slowly opened the door.

"Hey baby girl," he said softly, "what's going on?"

"I can't do this," I repeated as tears started rolling down my cheeks surprising Brian who had always known me as the hard ass.

"Ok," Leon said keeping his voice calm as he reached over to unbuckle my seat belt before trying to release the death grip I had on the steering wheel, "I'm going to take you home."

The second I got out of the car I fell into his arms and clung onto the front of his shirt needing the reassurance that he was really right there next to me.

"Hey, hey," he said running a hand through my hair trying to calm me down.

"Is she alright?" Brian asked walking around to the other side of the car.

"Yeah," Leon answered quietly but I didn't miss the waver in his voice and I knew I had worried him too.

He started to guide me over to the passenger side of his car but I had begun hyperventilating again and the grasp he had on me tightened. He told Brian to call someone to come get his car and that we would walk home, luckily it was only a couple of blocks away.

If it had happened to anyone else, for any other reason, I would have laughed in their face. But here I was walking home, clinging to Leon for dear life all because I was trying to prove myself to someone. When we got home I had fallen asleep in his arms on the couch and woke up to Dom standing in the doorway watching me carefully. It took me a few seconds to realize Leon was no longer on the couch with me and I curled up in the corner resting my head on the arm.

"I'm sorry," I said not wanting to meet his eyes. He had been right, I wasn't ready but as always I didn't listen.

He was silent, not moving a muscle and if I didn't hear him breathing I would have thought he was a statue.

"You alright?" he asked eventually.

"Yeah," I nodded still not looking over to him, embarrassed.

"What the hell were you thinking?" he questioned as he sat down next to me but there wasn't anger in his voice, no accusations, no disappointment just pure curiosity.

"I wasn't," I replied still staring straight ahead.

"You've got that right," he mumbled but I knew he was just trying to lighten the mood.

I didn't say anything so he reached over for the remote and turned the television on, flipping through a few channels before deciding on something to watch. We sat in a comfortable silence lost in our own thoughts, Mia came home at some point saying a quick hi before running back out the door to meet Brian, blissfully unaware that anything had happened. I knew Brian would fill her in and I would get the twenty questions from her later but right now there was something else on my mind.

"Hey Dom."

"Yeah."

"Someone did some into the café today," I started unsure of what to say or how he was going to react.

"Ok," he said not catching on.

"Someone who shouldn't have been there," I continued and I could feel his body tense next to mine, "Someone I haven't seen in a very long time."

"Who?" he asked clearly trying to keep his temper under control.

"James is back."