The Final Race
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1 through F › Fast And The Furious, The › Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
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3,292
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3
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Chapter 8: Home Sweet Home
Chapter 8: Home Sweet Home...
Dom slowly takes each corner, cautious of his wife in the passenger seat. He occasionally glances over, stealing a view at the beauty that is his heart. He smiles to himself, as once again, for the hundredth time that day, his mind races over the last few years of his life. He smiles wide as he remembers the first day he saw her.
*Flashback*
The hot desert sun beams down, draining the bodies of the local racers as they gaze out onto the makeshift track. Cars lined within inches of each other, rev their motors in intimidation. Dom stands feet wide, arms crossed, stanza threatening, as he raises his brow, and challenges the crowd.
"I got two grand, that says I can beat any racer on this track. Right here...right now." His voice dangerously low, his glances at the sweaty, eager faces of the unknowns. "Any sonofabitch that thinks he can take me..speak now...or shut the fuck up." With his menacing voice, mixed with his killer look, he cracks his neck, showing no worry, no fear of losing. His only goal..to provoke fear in his opponent. Sure way of winning. The crowd goes silent, not a word muttered as many contemplate on taking the challenge, or sticking their tails between their legs and running away. Knowing full and well, that they would never beat Dominic Torretto.
Minutes pass, some disperse and others still stand silent, unsure as what their move should be. "I'll take that challenge." A strong, feminine voice resonates through the crowd as the racers and BI-standers part, allowing the owner of the challenge to slip through.Dom's brows furrow, as he stretches to see the chick who has taken his challenge.
He chuckles when finally her person is in sight. "You've got to be kidding me. What are you twelve?" The crowd boomed with laughter, many pointing and, cutting up over the girl.
Railee raised her brow. "No, sadly enough, I'm to old for you." She raised her brow as well, the games have begun.She crosses her arms, matching his stanza perfectly. "So you gonna take the fuckin' challenge? Or you gonna go run and hide, crying like a little bitch because a girl challenged you?" She moved dangerously close, her breath mere inches from his hot skin. "Or are you afraid I might actually win?" She cocked her head to the side, smirking like a mad woman, loving the play of emotions, and the strain to hide them.
Dom bit his bottom lip, swallowing the curses just begging to be released. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" His menacing voice coursed through the air, latching onto the crowd, attacking them with his anger, making them the "enemy" as well.
"Why the fuck does it matter? To you I'm just legs with boobs. A piece of ass that you can so conveniently devour and throw away. I'm not a threat right?" She cocked her head to the other side, showing his her hardass disposition.
"You fuckin' right you aint no threat." He answered his voice emanating his growing angry.
"Then what the hell are you worried about?" She dropped the wad of cash at his feet, and turned on booted heals through the awe struck crowed. She slipped her sunglasses back over her light blue eyes, and walked to her fire red 73' Dodge Charger. She slowly strutted her stuff, showing no remorse or fear for her action. She opened the driver's side door, and climbed in. Revving the engine she turned her head to the still pissed Dom. She smiled wide, winked and headed toward the starting line.
"This is going to be so fun." She smiled evil as she studied the track.
Dom slowly takes each corner, cautious of his wife in the passenger seat. He occasionally glances over, stealing a view at the beauty that is his heart. He smiles to himself, as once again, for the hundredth time that day, his mind races over the last few years of his life. He smiles wide as he remembers the first day he saw her.
*Flashback*
The hot desert sun beams down, draining the bodies of the local racers as they gaze out onto the makeshift track. Cars lined within inches of each other, rev their motors in intimidation. Dom stands feet wide, arms crossed, stanza threatening, as he raises his brow, and challenges the crowd.
"I got two grand, that says I can beat any racer on this track. Right here...right now." His voice dangerously low, his glances at the sweaty, eager faces of the unknowns. "Any sonofabitch that thinks he can take me..speak now...or shut the fuck up." With his menacing voice, mixed with his killer look, he cracks his neck, showing no worry, no fear of losing. His only goal..to provoke fear in his opponent. Sure way of winning. The crowd goes silent, not a word muttered as many contemplate on taking the challenge, or sticking their tails between their legs and running away. Knowing full and well, that they would never beat Dominic Torretto.
Minutes pass, some disperse and others still stand silent, unsure as what their move should be. "I'll take that challenge." A strong, feminine voice resonates through the crowd as the racers and BI-standers part, allowing the owner of the challenge to slip through.Dom's brows furrow, as he stretches to see the chick who has taken his challenge.
He chuckles when finally her person is in sight. "You've got to be kidding me. What are you twelve?" The crowd boomed with laughter, many pointing and, cutting up over the girl.
Railee raised her brow. "No, sadly enough, I'm to old for you." She raised her brow as well, the games have begun.She crosses her arms, matching his stanza perfectly. "So you gonna take the fuckin' challenge? Or you gonna go run and hide, crying like a little bitch because a girl challenged you?" She moved dangerously close, her breath mere inches from his hot skin. "Or are you afraid I might actually win?" She cocked her head to the side, smirking like a mad woman, loving the play of emotions, and the strain to hide them.
Dom bit his bottom lip, swallowing the curses just begging to be released. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" His menacing voice coursed through the air, latching onto the crowd, attacking them with his anger, making them the "enemy" as well.
"Why the fuck does it matter? To you I'm just legs with boobs. A piece of ass that you can so conveniently devour and throw away. I'm not a threat right?" She cocked her head to the other side, showing his her hardass disposition.
"You fuckin' right you aint no threat." He answered his voice emanating his growing angry.
"Then what the hell are you worried about?" She dropped the wad of cash at his feet, and turned on booted heals through the awe struck crowed. She slipped her sunglasses back over her light blue eyes, and walked to her fire red 73' Dodge Charger. She slowly strutted her stuff, showing no remorse or fear for her action. She opened the driver's side door, and climbed in. Revving the engine she turned her head to the still pissed Dom. She smiled wide, winked and headed toward the starting line.
"This is going to be so fun." She smiled evil as she studied the track.