We Belong Together
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1 through F › Fast And The Furious, The › Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,371
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own The Fast and the Furious, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
We Belong Together
A big thanks to all the women at AFGM for their help and encouragement! Stick with it, I promise we'll get to the sex!
Prologue
"Yo, dawg, pass the chicken.”
Vince grinned at Leon. For once he didn’t complain about the simple request. For once everything was back to normal. Back the way it should be. Leon, Dom, Mia and him sitting in the back yard, having a barbecue, a few beers. A wave of sadness threatened to surround him, but Vince quickly shrugged it off. He had done enough grieving for his friends. For Letty. For Jesse. The DA had cut him, Dom and Leon a deal. One that involved jail time, but even that was in the past. It was time to start living again.
Tuning back into the conversation, Vince smirked as Le described his latest lady.
“I swear man, she’s got a mouth as sweet as…”
Dom playfully smacked Leon up the side of the head. “Yo, asshole, not in front of my sister.”
Vince’s eyes moved to Mia. At one time she had been the light of his life. He’d wanted her with everything he had. Now that passion had simmered down to a mere sizzle. Sure, he still admired her…attributes. Mia was a stunning piece of ass, but she was more than that, she was Dom’s sister and part of the family. He would never do anything to jeopardize that.
Reaching for his beer he took a long pull, letting the cool liquid run down his throat. Swiping at his lips to catch any excess fluid, he looked pointedly at Dom. “So when we getting back in the scene, brother?”
Racing. Cars. Women. Those were the three things that had gotten him through the days in jail. Waiting to reclaim the streets, waiting to get back the status they had lost.
Dom ran a hand over his head and gave Vince a toothy grin. “I’m working on it.”
Chuckling, Vince tucked into his chicken. At first it had been too painful for any of them to even think about racing, but now was the time to take back what was theirs.
Concentrating on his food, he failed to see the woman who walked up the drive. Lost in his own thoughts, the first he knew someone else was there was when a feminine voice spoke his name.
“Vincent Morelli?”
Looking up he raked his gaze over the woman. Not one of the women from the racing circuit, or from the bar he’d been going to lately. Not even remotely close. She was dressed conservatively, black slacks, slightly heeled pumps, crisp white three quarter length shirt. Her skin was pale, her ruby hair cut short in choppy bangs that framed her face. She wore spectacles and a frown on her face that made him feel like he was in trouble. She reeked of prissy, uptight conservative chick.
Vince wondered what the hell a woman like that was doing with his name. Turning on the charm, he plastered a smile on his face. “I’m Vince. What can I do for you, darlin’?!
She raised one eyebrow at him. “Vincent Roberto Morelli?”
“Yeah, darlin’ that’s me. Who wants to know?” His gaze flittered briefly to Dom. His smile never faltering.
Walking swiftly around the table his side, she slapped down a wad of papers. “Your wife.”
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Prologue
"Yo, dawg, pass the chicken.”
Vince grinned at Leon. For once he didn’t complain about the simple request. For once everything was back to normal. Back the way it should be. Leon, Dom, Mia and him sitting in the back yard, having a barbecue, a few beers. A wave of sadness threatened to surround him, but Vince quickly shrugged it off. He had done enough grieving for his friends. For Letty. For Jesse. The DA had cut him, Dom and Leon a deal. One that involved jail time, but even that was in the past. It was time to start living again.
Tuning back into the conversation, Vince smirked as Le described his latest lady.
“I swear man, she’s got a mouth as sweet as…”
Dom playfully smacked Leon up the side of the head. “Yo, asshole, not in front of my sister.”
Vince’s eyes moved to Mia. At one time she had been the light of his life. He’d wanted her with everything he had. Now that passion had simmered down to a mere sizzle. Sure, he still admired her…attributes. Mia was a stunning piece of ass, but she was more than that, she was Dom’s sister and part of the family. He would never do anything to jeopardize that.
Reaching for his beer he took a long pull, letting the cool liquid run down his throat. Swiping at his lips to catch any excess fluid, he looked pointedly at Dom. “So when we getting back in the scene, brother?”
Racing. Cars. Women. Those were the three things that had gotten him through the days in jail. Waiting to reclaim the streets, waiting to get back the status they had lost.
Dom ran a hand over his head and gave Vince a toothy grin. “I’m working on it.”
Chuckling, Vince tucked into his chicken. At first it had been too painful for any of them to even think about racing, but now was the time to take back what was theirs.
Concentrating on his food, he failed to see the woman who walked up the drive. Lost in his own thoughts, the first he knew someone else was there was when a feminine voice spoke his name.
“Vincent Morelli?”
Looking up he raked his gaze over the woman. Not one of the women from the racing circuit, or from the bar he’d been going to lately. Not even remotely close. She was dressed conservatively, black slacks, slightly heeled pumps, crisp white three quarter length shirt. Her skin was pale, her ruby hair cut short in choppy bangs that framed her face. She wore spectacles and a frown on her face that made him feel like he was in trouble. She reeked of prissy, uptight conservative chick.
Vince wondered what the hell a woman like that was doing with his name. Turning on the charm, he plastered a smile on his face. “I’m Vince. What can I do for you, darlin’?!
She raised one eyebrow at him. “Vincent Roberto Morelli?”
“Yeah, darlin’ that’s me. Who wants to know?” His gaze flittered briefly to Dom. His smile never faltering.
Walking swiftly around the table his side, she slapped down a wad of papers. “Your wife.”
~~~**~~~