Author: Moon Roses or Moony
Rating:R for language
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Recap: Shorty snapped around like a tornado. "Jesus Hector! What the fuck?"

Chapter Two

Shorty was standing in front of Hector before he even realized she had moved. He glanced behind her and smirked. That was his girl. Causing a rampage and leaving disaster in her wake. Maybe he should have warned everyone to clear a path for her. Too late now. Besides, it was funnier this way. Girls clad in barely anything were picking themselves up off the pavement. Throwing dirty looks at Shorty's back, they latched onto the nearest racer and enjoyed their catch. Leeches. Every last one of them. And bristling in his face ready to knock off his shit eating grin was his baby sister.

"Well?" she seethed.

It amazed him how similar yet so different they were. Sure he was a big guy and had a bunch of muscle behind him, but he was in no way naive to the fact that she could land any guy here on his ass in a matter of seconds. Maybe shipping her off to New York had not been the best of ideas. She had been sent to a fancy girl's academy to "make something of herself." Or that was what their pops had said, but they all knew it was to keep her out of trouble. The girl was always either causing shit, in a car, or in a fight. Being brought home in a police cruiser a couple months before her thirteenth birthday was the last straw. Three days later she was in New York and soon after running with the same type of crew they had sent her away from. She remained there for ten years. So. Obviously not the brightest idea.

Brains, brawn and beauty combined with shapely legs made her one deadly woman to mess with. She stood at 5'8" on a frame defined by feminine curves in all the right places. Years of sports and hanging out in the streets had left her trim, toned, and muscular. Her skin was caramel like her brothers and maybe even a little darker now that she had been lying around in the sun for two weeks. The similarities ended there however. Hector had had black hair before he had shaved his head and Shorty a chocolate brown. Slightly wavy and reaching just above her waist, it was thick and made it nearly impossible to do anything with it. And while her brother had slightly big lips she had even larger ones that drove her nuts. But the real difference was in the eyes. Short thought Hector had the most beautiful eyes, so dark they were almost black while she was cursed with light gray.

"Well what?" he asked her, amusement rampant across his features.

His eyes twinkled at her playfully, causing her to narrow hers to slits. "Hector don't start man. I ain't up for it." She breathed deeply, deflating, anger gone. Damn her brother and her inability to ever stay man at him. Beside Hector, Marvin, another member of the team laughed. She pushed him away gently, "Shut up homes." He pulled her into a tight hug rubbing his hands up and down her back, calming her nerves and released her slowly. His attention was immediately drawn to a woman walking by and he whistled before scampering after her. Was she on a roll tonight or what? That was the second time tonight she had been blown off for a chaser. With Marvin gone that left only her brother to gaze at her. "Well?" she asked again.

Hector smirked at her then nodded to his side. "This is my homeboy Dom. Dom this is my baby sister."

She surveyed the space beside her brother. It was filled. Whoa. Where the hell had this guy come from? Had he been standing there the entire time? She could not remember but instinctively she stuck her fist out and touched his.

"That's quite the death glare you got there," he rumbled at her.

Shorty's eyes traveled his massive body. Muscles upon muscles rippled absently. Sort of like a pool filled with Jell-O. That could be fun. "Yeah. Well when you've got an idiot for a brother it comes in handy."

"Say what?" scoffed Hector and the man known as Dom laughed. Deep. From the gut. Now that was interesting. With a laugh like that you would expect the earth to shake.

She locked gazes with him. Chocolate eyes, mocha skin, big lips, nice face, and bald head. Wait. Bald head? Shorty grinned. So this was Toretto. The King of the races. He was definitely gorgeous, but not really her type. It wasn't that he was too big for her, hell no – she loved muscular men, it was the bald head that was killing the image. Granted, either way she imagined that having him under her would he an experience. However, there were just no sparks. Not one. None the less, she welcomed the dirty thoughts that invaded her mind. She was perving. But who could resist, with this God in front of them?

"So this is the baby sister Hector's been goin' on and on about for years."

"One and only," Shorty snorted. The voice might be able to do it for her though. Rumble rumble. It could work.

"So," he smiled, "She meet the others?" he asked Hector.

"Nah, not yet homes."

"Let's go then," he said and led them towards his car where two women watched the scene with interest. As they approached, the women's attention shifted to rest on them. Stepping away from the red Mazda RX-7 the darker skinned of the two took on an aggressive stance. Intimidation just did not work on Shorty but she appreciated the gesture. "Where the guys at?" Dom asked when he stopped in front of the women. Shorty and Hector flanked each side of him and waited patiently for an answer.

"Lookin' for pussy," said the Hispanic woman who had yet to take her eyes off Shorty. "Who's this?" She really did not look all that happy to have Shorty standing there. However, the moment her gaze traveled to Hector her eyes smiled. She hugged him quickly, but returned to scowling at Shorty once she pulled from his embrace.

An audible sigh was heard from Dom and then "Letty, this is Shorty. Hector's sister. Shorty this is Letty." Motioning to the other beautiful woman he added, "That's my sister Mia."

"Hector's sister? It's good to put a face to a name finally," Mia smiled at her.

She rolled her eyes toward Hector. "I'll bet. What's he tol..."

"Hey brotha! Where ya been? You missed two weeks of races."

Hector laughed, "I've been catchin' up with my baby sister."

Shorty turned to witness her brother touch fists with another big man. Tattoos covered his arm and long thing scars snaked their way down the length of one. He was scruffy and unkempt. If Dom was a God then this man was a bear. With huge fucking paws by the looks of it. There she went again. Perving. "Always blamin' me for everything, some things never change," Shorty murmured.

"And who would this be?" The bears blue eyes raked over her body openly before settling themselves on her chest.

Shorty laughed. How could she not? Any man with enough guts to stare directly at her chest was fine by her. "This would be Shorty." Cupping a breast in each hand she smiled into his surprised face. "And these would be unnamed." Oh was Shorty ever going to enjoy this guy. He was quite the character.

Throaty laughter drew her attention to Letty. She was laughing? Well, well, well, now that was unexpected. Not only did it surprise Shorty but everyone else as well. Letty swung an arm around her waist and she shrugged at Dom. "So ok, maybe she ain't that bad."

"Vince," he grinned and touched fists with her too.

"Yo Hector! How you living?"

Man, was her brother ever popular. Shorty turned her head to the side and saw two more men strolling towards the group. One, thin and twitchy, the other muscular. Was the theme of this team muscle? Because Letty held it and the thin guy coming their way also had it. Mia was the exception. She was all flowing feminine beauty.

They had not noticed her yet; they were too busy admiring the ass that was sashaying past them. But as they reached Hector and the larger man clapped him on the back, they saw her. Each stopped immediately, disbelief evident on their faces. This time two sets of eyes searched her over. Again. It seemed everywhere she went tonight people were checking her over, trying to figure her out. Hey. That could be the second running theme of the night! Maybe she should make a scene, cause drama, anything to give them a reason to stare. Perhaps this would give them the chance to decide if she was worthy enough to join in all the fucking fun. Ok, maybe her temper was getting the best of her, but for God's sake, was she in a fucking zoo as the main attraction?

Her eyes must have narrowed dangerously again because Dom was snickering. And when his laughter had died away he faced the two new comers. "Watch out for this one. Feisty!"

Letty laughed in response. And so they stepped up to Shorty, eyes traveling straight to the arm around her waist and their jaws dropped. Then as one – to Letty. Then as one to Shorty's waist. Their mouths open for the entire world to see. Tonsils, while amusing were not something to be seen in abundance. "Something wrong?" she asked. Beside her Letty laughed again. And her laughter seemed to shock them even more. Their eyes dropped to the arm around her waist again. It seemed they could just not fathom that Letty would do something like that.

"J...Je...Jesse. I'm Jesse," he seemed to have overcome his shock and smiled at her.

"Shorty."

"And these are unnamed," Vince said as he cupped each breast like she had done earlier. How the hell had he gotten behind her? But there he was with his arms snaked around her and his hands resting under each breast. He seemed to have sensed that he could get away with murder around her. So, why not take advantage of it? Letty was giggling again and it seemed that Mia and Dom had joined in. However, Hector was not laughing. In fact he looked ready to kill.

"Esé. Take. Your. Fuckin'. Hands. Off. My. Sister." His face was redder then she had ever seen it. His nostrils were flared like a bull and his chest was heaving violently.

The sight of her brother was too much. Combine that with two quick squeezes from Vince before he dropped his hands back to his side and she was grinning. A shit eating grin. Just for her brother. And with everyone laughing and her grin it seemed the last man had come around to. "Leon. How you doing?"

"Shorty," she answered and looked at his eyes. Not to be fooled with looking into his eyes. Damn. Eyes that greens should be outlawed. Automatic panty remover.

"I'm up," laughed Vince who was promptly smacked upside the head by Hector followed by Mia.

Yeah. Now Shorty understood why Hector was so eager to introduce her to this team. They were a riot. Or actually Vince was a riot. His manly chauvinistic attitude was amusing. And besides it wasn't like she was above using sex appeal to get her way.

"So, we gonna get this shit started or what?" asked Hector as he glared at Vince.

"Yeah," Dom said quietly. Or as quietly as he possible could with that rumble of his. Then to the air he shouted "Let's roll!"

As soon as the words were uttered from his mouth, the crowd was moving. People automatically got in their cars and started pulling out in single file. So organized. So smooth. So enticing.

Letty's arm dropped off her waist and she touched fists with Shorty before kissing Dom and heading towards her car. "See ya there Shorty".

"For sure." Hector had already walked away. The Toretto team were in their cars. But Shorty stood there for a few seconds drinking it all in. This place fucking rocked, way better than New York. She turned quickly and jogged to keep up with her brother. Making a mental list she added name to face to characteristic. Dom. God and King of races. Check that. Letty. Touch bitch. Check that. Mia. Dom's sister. Check that. Vince. Bear paws. Check that. Jesse. Fidgety. Check that. Leon. Beanie and green eyes. Check that.

Hopping into her car she revved the engine and pulled out after Hector. Let the night begin.