Carter Verone POV
Florida Races
August 1, 1994
The humid Florida air weighs heavy in my lungs as I make my way across the racing track. August 1, 1994. I pause as I approach Evangeline O'Connor, the sister of a cop here at the Florida Races.
We exchange a few words and I can tell she has a wild streak. Before I know it, I'm inviting her up to my room. As I follow her up the steps towards my door, I can feel a tension developing between us.
We reach my room in preset silence. I can feel the magnitude of anticipation radiating from her. As she leans against the doorpost, I lean close and whisper a suggestion for us to do the race together.
Suddenly, it feels like we both know what is about to happen. We both know it's taboo, but we can't help but be drawn to each other.
We intertwine in a heated night, exchanging stolen moments. As daybreak begins to approach, I whisper in her ear that she should join me at the start line.
We both know it's a weird request, doing the Florida Races together. But sometimes, the forbidden is the most alluring of them all.
We separate, a knowing smile on her face as I walk her back to the pits. I know I should just forget about her, and yet I can't help but feel alive and free with her beside me.
So as I make my way back to the track tomorrow, I feel a surge of excitement coursing through my veins. I know it's going to be an unforgettable race, with Evangeline O'Connor by my side.
September 30, 1995
Evangeline O'Connor
Chapel
It is my wedding day and the biggest day of my life. I am getting married in a quaint chapel located in the small town I grew up in. I have been in love with Carter for the past year and today is the day I am finally going to marry him.
I stand at the altar, wearing a white dress with a lace veil. I am surrounded by my family and friends and beside me stands Carter, looking handsome in his tuxedo. Our hands are holding tightly together and I can't help the tears of joyful anticipation that come to my eyes.
The priest begins to deliver his sermon about what marriage means, about the commitment each partner must make to the other, and the courage it takes to joyfully enter such a covenant. As I listen to the comforting words, I think back to how far Carter and I have come. It was four years ago, when we had first met, that I knew he was the one for me.
Despite his boldness and determination, I could see a softness in his eyes, and I often caught him glancing at me with a look of admiration and curiosity. Soon, we were inseparable. We did everything together and when we weren't together we were still always on each other's minds.
Now, standing here in the chapel, announcing to the world that I am ready to commit to this man for the rest of my life, I am overwhelmed with joy. I love Carter with all my heart and I have no doubt that what we have is special.
The ceremony ends and Carter and I walk down the aisle into the warm embrace of our families. The reception afterwards is filled with laughter and more love than I ever expected on this day. As we stand together, looking out at all of our guests, I cannot help but be filled with a deep sense of contentment and contentment and the feeling of certainty that I have found my true partner in life.
September 30, 1995 will always be a special day for me - the day I married my soulmate. I am thankful for that.
Carter Verone
Honeymoon room
September 30, 1995 was a day that Eva and I would never forget. It was the day that we had been eagerly anticipating for weeks, our honeymoon.
After the wedding ceremony, we boarded a plane and set our sights on a little island in the Caribbean. All we wanted was an oasis of relaxation, to turn our minds away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life.
When we arrived in the Caribbean, Eva and I checked into a honeymoon suite. The suite was luxurious and spacious, with a view of the clear blue sea.
When we entered the room, Eva and I were overwhelmed with the beauty of our surroundings. Evangeline's cheeks were beaming with delight, and she rushed over to the bed, ready for a night of carnal pleasure.
I was eager to make my bride feel special, gently began to undress her. My touch was gentle yet passionate, full of love, and it sent tingles of pleasure throughout her body.
Once completely undressed, I cupped Evangeline's face in his hands and tenderly kissed her. With every kiss, my manhood became more and more aroused, and soon enough, our lovemaking began.
The feeling of craving and desire was in the air, and the wave of pleasure that we experienced was indescribable. In the heat of the moment, we did not realize that the hours of passionate thrusts were creating a life, our child.
September 30th, 1995 was the day that Eva and I first held each other close and created a lifelong bond. And, at the same time, it also happened to be the day we unknowingly created our baby.
Evangeline Verone nee O'Connor
June 30, 1996
Hospital, Maternity Ward, Florida
As I lay in the hospital bed surrounded by beeping machines and the sterile smell of the maternity ward, I looked down at the five newborn babies, laid peacefully in their little cots, and I was filled with pride. Three handsome little boys and twin girls, all of them the spitting image of their father, the notorious crime lord, Carter Verone.
My husband had been out of the picture for months leading up to the baby's birth, as had become the norm for us. Carter spent the majority of his time away from home dealing with his 'business' matters, leaving me as the sole provider and caretaker of our other child: 1 year old Isabella, born May 1, 1995. But this time it was different; this time the newborn babies had brought us back together for their birth.
We decided to name the newborn baby Carter Jr and for the first time in months, Carter and I were both present for this momentous moment in our family's history.
The nurses said the baby was perfectly healthy and the room filled with the laughter of joy and celebration. I felt a well of emotions fill me, knowing that this little pain was going enter the world into such a chaotic and dangerous family.
But I knew that Carter and I would do anything to keep him from harm's way, to protect him, and to make sure his future was safe and secure. I had a feeling that there was something special about him and his older sibling; that they would bring us all together and provide a brighter future and a brighter hope for our family.
"We will make sure we do right by them." Carter said as he held me in his arms tightly, as if to remind me that he was here to stay.
And I knew that he meant what he said. As we left the hospital, I felt a sense of hope about the future, for our family and for the little miracle who had just been born into the world.
Today was the first day of the rest of our lives.
January 3rd 1997
Los Angeles, Toretto's Diner
Evangeline Verone nee O'Connor knew that Carter, now her ex-husband, had chosen a dangerous lifestyle as a crime lord, and yet she still chose to follow him down the rabbit hole of his criminal activities for 4 years. Until 2 months ago, the fateful day Carter chose to divorce her.
Evangeline had thought she was free at last, and kept herself busy with looking after their two children, 1 year old Isabella, and newborn Carter Jr. It was a hard life for her, but she was determined to keep her head high.
That was until a week ago, when she found out that Carter had unknowingly left her pregnant with triplets.
Evangeline was in a complete shock, and yet she felt a strange mix of joy and dread at the thought of having such a difficult task before her. She had to keep the babies safe, and yet had no money to do so.
Thankfully, Carter had arranged to move Evangeline and the two kids to Los Angeles. He had paid for a one way ticket, and left Evangeline to start anew.
Evangeline now found herself working as a waitress at the Toretto's, Vince Grey, Dom Toretto's friend, eyeing her up. She blushed and anxiously brushed away the thought of getting tangled in any form of romance just yet, being the single mother of 5.
The days were long and grueling, but Evangeline was determined to make ends meet until the babies were born, 9 months down the line. Even though she was a single mother facing a difficult task, she was determined to keep her head high and make it.
Vince Grey
I had known Evangeline O'Connor since she came but hadn't had much contact with her since. That all changed five months prior, when we ran into each other at the grocery store as she was on vacation. Sparks flew and I was drawn to her immediately.
It felt like love at first sight, but sadly, I found out that she was newly divorced. I never had the courage to tell her how I felt, so I kept my feelings buried deep in my heart.
Sitting there, outside of the Los Angeles courthouse, watching her walk out with her two children – her arm looped through theirs, her eyes red from recent tears – I was filled with love and sorrow. I knew she was recently divorced, and my heart ached for her.
I had to go to her, but I was afraid of rejection. I had kept my feelings hidden for so long, and now she didn't even know my name.
Sucking in a deep breath, I rose from the bench and walked across the street towards her. When I was about three feet from her, she finally noticed me. She had an expression of surprise on her face, and I couldn't help the smile that spread across my lips.
"Vince?" she asked uncertainly. "Is that you?"
I nodded, my muscles growing tense at the hint of fear in her voice. I was sure she remembered me, but I was still nervous about how she'd react.
Before I could say anything else, she spoke again. "It's nice to see you."
My heart lightened at her words. I wanted to give her a hug, but held off, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable. Instead, I simply replied, "It's nice to see you too. How are you and the children doing?"
She smiled softly and said, "We're doing okay, considering the circumstances. We're just trying to stay strong and make it through this tough time in one piece."
I nodded understandingly, my heart aching for her and her children. After a few moments of silence, I gathered the courage to speak.
"Evangeline." I said softly, "I want you to know that if there's anything I can do for you or your children, you only need to ask. I may not be able to solve all your problems, but I'm here for you."
Before she could respond, I reached out and gently touched her arm. In that moment, a silent understanding passed between us.
