Author: Moon Roses or Moony
Rating: R for language
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
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Recap: He listened but it was hard to know if he understood a word she had just said. It had made sense in her head after all. It should have made perfect sense to him as well. Hector held the door open for Pedro and the last thing she saw before she passed out was brilliant green.

Chapter Five

Rolling restlessly around the bed Shorty decided that since she could not get back to sleep she might as well get up. Damn the sun, in all its brightness, being all happy and cheerful and blinding her blood shot eyes. Luckily she hardly ever got hang overs and today was no different. No headache. No nausea. Just red rimmed eyes and rank breath.

Kicking the blankets to the end of the bed, she looked at the clock on her nightstand. Almost ten thirty. She could almost guarantee the team had kicked out all the women they had brought home and crawled back into bed to sleep off the night. She had been hanging around the house for two weeks now and today was her last day free before she began working at the garage with her team. Sliding off the bed she made a beeline directly to the bathroom and right into the shower.

Wiping the steam from her mirror after her shower she grabbed her toothpaste and toothbrush and savagely abused her mouth. Night old alcohol was repulsive and swiping the Scope out of the medicine cabinet she gargled twice for good measure.

Thinking of last night's party she wondered briefly how everyone was feeling before her thoughts turned to Leon. When Pedro had carried her from the house, she could have sworn he was still wide awake. Shorty knew she had passed out and technically that meant she had lost the game. She had lost. The first time in years that she had not been the last person standing, so to say.

Wrapping her wet hair into a messy bun she crossed the bedroom to her dresser and pulled on underwear, a bra and ankle socks. Sliding into short jean cut off's and tugging a black wife beater over her head, she dropped to her knees and looked under her bed. Shoving her brothers "hidden" jeans out of the way she extracted her skateboard and stood again. She had her transportation. What else did she need but four wheels? Noticing her keys and cell she took them from her nightstand and slid them into her pockets.

Taking the basement stairs two at a time she arrived to a deserted main floor. She had been right after all, the boys were still in bed. Snatching an apple from the fruit bowl and biting into it she made her way to the front door. Sliding her phone out of her pocket she sent Hector a text telling him she was going to the Toretto's for her car. Sliding her feet into a pair of black and gum skate shoes she covered her "morning after" eyes with dark shades. Stepping into the sunlight, she locked the door and jumped onto her skate. 183 Echo Park Crescent. Four blocks away.

The Toretto household was taking it easy when she turned onto their street. She could see both Jesse and Vince bent over the engine of Vince's Maxima, but no one else was in sight. Stopping beside the two men she popped her skateboard into her hand, "What's going on boys?" she asked and then gazed over the engine with them.

"Too loud," mumbled Jesse and he rubbed his temples gingerly.

"How you feelin?" she giggled.

"Not as bad as Lett," Vince answered with a smile. He wiped his forehead with a cloth, shaded his eyes from the sun with a hand and stood straight. "Break time. I'm hungry." Jesse nodded, relief crossing his face. The sun was bothering his eyes just as much as it was bothering hers and she had shades covering hers. He looked about ready to pass out or throw up, hopefully not the latter. "Come on," Vince shrugged towards the house.

"Nah, I just came to get my baby," Short nodded at her car parked down the street.

Shrugging again as if he did not car Vince launched her over his shoulder and slapped her ass. Growling deep in his throat he walked through the front door and into the kitchen. Shorty cold hear the other members of the household behind her and she could only imagine the sight she must have made. Her ass peeking out the bottom of her shorts and Vince's arms around her legs holding her in place. Normally she would have struggled or made some snide comment to put her down, had she not been so preoccupied. But there she was, transferring her skateboard to her left hand and using her right to lift Vince's beater off his sweaty back. His pants were slung so low on his hips his boxers accompanying them that she could see skin. Lots of skin. Lots of dark, toned, and tight skin. "Damn V. Nice ass!" she remarked running a finger across the tops of each cheek. "Tight too".

Vince laughed deep in his chest and set her on her feet before sitting down. He poured himself a bowl of Cheerio's and pulled Shorty onto his lap, placing a firm hold around her waist.

He began shovelling the food into his mouth and Mia yawned, "Morning".

"Morning" Shorty said and fished some Cheerio's from Vince's bowl. Pushing her sunglasses into her hair she looked at Letty and laughed. The woman looked horrible. "How you feeling chica?"

"Like shit, but I had one hell of a good time."

"I'll bet. Your ass missed the best part," Shorty answered nodding at Jesse. "Should of seen him. Couldn't stand for shit." Across the table Leon snickered and Shorty joined him. Jesse's cheeks flushed pink when Letty laughed.

"So, how you doin' today?" Leon asked her. His eyes were as red rimmed as hers but she was blown away as he stared at her steadily. They were the greenest she had ever seen. Much greener than she had remembered them.

"Tired," she answered trying to tear her eyes from his. "You?"

"Hung over," he grinned, his eyes smiling as well.

"What you up to today?" Vince questioned around mouthfuls, his hand tracing circles along her stomach, sending shivers down her spine. She dropped her head and laughed. This guy was good. She would need to watch him closely, or before she knew it she would be beneath him.

Taking his hand from her stomach she answered "No idea. Whatever the boys wanna do." Tricky man. She had not even felt his hand move beneath her shirt.

"Stay here and we'll game," he said. Pushing his bowl away he settled into his chair.

"Yo, let me get your digits," Letty said as she slid her cell across the table to her.

Programming her number into Letty's cell she answered Vince, "Yeah I guess I could stick around for an hour. The boys are still sleeping anyways."

"Good,' Vince remarked. Grabbing Letty's phone from her hands he copied her number into his own phone. 'Just in case I need a late night booty call."

Shorty groaned and stood, making her way into the living room with the game console. Letty and Vince followed, and eventually the rest of the Toretto team crowded around. She and the team played Mario Cart until she conceded defeat. "I gotta bounce. Hector and the boys are probably up by now."

"I'll call you later," Letty replied without tearing her eyes away from the game.

Standing she wiped her shorts off and giving a small wave she strolled into the sunlight. Meandering towards her car she smiled when she laid eyes on it. Her baby. It was gleaming in the sunlight, looking gorgeous. A 96 Nissan Altima. When racers saw it they would play it off as a pussy car, not able to compete with the real cars, but it could trash any it came up against. Oh, the wonders of having a well paying job and good friends. She had found a Nissan Skyline in a junkyard with the rear end torn off in an accident. Lucky for her, the engine was undamaged and still in amazing condition. So she had bought it for five hundred dollars and dropped it into her car with a little fine tuning. And the rest was history.

"Yo Shorty, wait up."

Adjusting her body slightly she turned to see who was calling to her. Leon was jogging towards her, his jersey flapping behind him. "Yeah?"

He stopped when he reached the back of the car, a wide grin gracing his face. "So, I beat the champ. What's my prize?"

Laughing at his cockiness she could not believe he had brought this up. Beat the champ? Please. She was only having a bad night. "Oh no, there's no prize. A one on one can only determine a rightful winner. Then we'll see how cocky you are."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah" she snapped, her eyes twinkling at him playfully.

"It's on then," Leon grinned. He slapped the trunk of her car and walked away. A slight bounce in his step.

My, he was a cocky little bitch. Sliding into her seat she started her car and swung it around catching up with Leon just as he was crossing the lawn. "Leon?" she called. He turned to her, eyebrow raised sarcastically, "This is your prize," Shorty said and flipped him the bird, winked and raced away laughing.