Later in Fortuna...
Wolf listened in on his crew's conversation as he paced in front of his car.
"Luna and Colin are traitors. They don't even deserve the honor to have once been in this crew."
"Don't say that, Luna was the reason you're even here. Without her honeyed words to Wolf, he wouldn't have looked twice in your direction."
Wolf stopped his pacing and thought for a moment, Luna had been loyal until the Street King had become friends with her and stole her soft heart. Luna had been weak, now, she was ice. Cold ice. Ice that not even Wolf's hold on her now was enough to tear her heart away from him. He lost everything to that man, the man he had once called friend, rival, and enemy. She was forming herself to be the Street Queen, to rule the roads to bring her "King" back.
Luna gazed at Wolf through tear filled eyes, "Where did I go wrong?"
"By challenging crew leaders because of your ignorance. However, I want to extend you an offer to join my crew, first, I'll supply you with a BMW exotic to replace your wimpy import."
Wolf stared down at the woman with unreadable eyes, Luna knew not to trust people like him... But, she wanted to part of the racing scene to escape her family life. She should've been prepared for this new world, as being arm candy for Wolf after she pledged her skills to Wolf's crew. That man always got what he wanted...
Luna had parked her car in the shadows across from the TFK's crew garage and watched how they interacted. It was like she had never been there, never existed. Luna knew they missed her. She knew, and she hated that she missed them too. However, Nikki, Colin, Sal, and the rest of her new crew became her family. The ones she loved and protected. She loved them because he had wanted her to, and she did.
"Fools... Or am I the true fool," Luna muttered as she backed her car out of the shadows and drove towards the canyons.
Those canyons were a calming place for the girl. The silence allowed her to just observe the city below and muse on her thought in peace without interruption. Most of the time, at least. There were times when Wolf found her here and asked, more like, demanded her to come back to his crew. Each time was the same result, it tore them apart more and more... Luna felt sick for somewhat enjoying seeing Wolf's face twist in anger. Perhaps, that was just her. Hell, she didn't even know herself.
One thought that never left her mind was the day she meet the Street King. That day was forever etched into her blue eyes hidden by her white bangs and raven hair. No one knew how much she hated and loved that man. She had made sure tell her crew members to pair up as best as possible and race or hinder races for the other crews, it was a way to get their attention. Not the best way, but an effective one. She would wait for them in the canyon, waiting for them to fuel her need to prove them wrong; with their rage as fuel. The fuel to the burning fire in the pit of her gut, the revenge brewing against her former friends, the ones who made the Street King disappear and leaving her alone. Alone to become a meat for the wolves, or Wolf to be exact.
"So, may I ask your name miss. I seem to have saved you from those cops back there in Fortuna." A gentle male voice prodded at her.
"I'm Luna, Luna Watson..." Luna hated having to be polite to the "enemy".
He had smiled at her, offered her a place to stay for the night, and even asked her who she was. Most of all, he asked her how she felt inside and she poured it all out to him. She didn't know if he would keep her secrets, but she kept talking until her voice was hoarse and she was falling asleep on his shoulder. Luna never felt like she was on cloud nine until she had told a stranger, whose name she didn't know, all of her self hatred and feelings. With one last sigh Luna muttered two words that made that man want to hold her, to possibly love her, "Thanks friend..."
A/N: And there you have it, my bloody, pardon me, my chapter two of my newest inspiration. I'm going to keep these words flowing and hopefully get chapter 3 and 4 uploaded by Thursday or Friday. School work will be, hopefully, a small hindrance.