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Chapter Four: Real Racers

The next couple of days were a flurry of activity trying to get ready for the race. Thanks to David Park both Sara and Dom had a slot in the next race to prove if they had what it took to run for Braga. They needed two more drivers for the next run so while Dom worked on finishing the Chevy, Sara was in a mad dash to make modifications to the Chevelle.

Taking a break, Sara grabbed two ice cold Corona's from the fridge and headed over to Dom. "You know that Brian's going to be there too right? No way they don't know about the race now they got Park."

"I'm not worried."

"I didn't figure you wouldn't be, but don't underestimate him Dom. A lot can change in five years. He might give us a run for our money."

Taking a sip from his beer, Dom looked over at her. "Then we just need to want it more."

Later that night was when the race was set to take place. Dom and Sara had agreed to arrive separately and not interact more than necessary. The idea was that if no one knew they were together and they couldn't be used against one another during the race. This is why Sara found herself taking off twenty minutes ahead of Dom to the assigned destination, which turned out to be a converted parking garage. It looked like any standard racing scene, cars, girls, and loud music. Glancing up she saw a gigantic net stretched across the ceiling and a man playing golf...that was new. As she got out of the car a woman walked up to her. She came to a stop right in front of Sara. "You one of Park's?"

Sara stared at her, a smirk coming to her face. "Like you don't already know."

The woman smiled back, "Let's go."

As they walked they picked up two other racers. They didn't look like much to Sara. They didn't have the hunger in their eyes that she knew she had in hers. All they wanted was the big payday, had no focus, that's why they'd be sloppy. Halfway through the garage they came up on Brian having a disagreement with another blonde man. Sara shook her head. Leave it to him to already get in an argument with another driver.

The woman, who Sara had learned along the way was named Giselle, broke up the would be fight. "ls there a problem here?"

The blonde punk shook his head but Giselle was already looking at Brian. "You one of Park's guys, Blondie?"

"Yeah. Yeah, l am."

"Follow me."

They were lead to a flight of stairs that went up to a veranda, of sorts, overlooking the giant net that Sara had noticed earlier. As she was going up Sara heard a familiar engine and turned in time to see Dom pulling up before they made it to the top of the stairs where they were directed by Giselle to stand off to the side and wait while she went downstairs again. Finally after about five minutes of watching one guy play golf and the other man, who had a giant tattoo on his neck, egg him on Giselle returned with Dom close behind. It didn't take long before the man with the golf club started to talk while lining up a swing. Then it became apparent pretty quick that he was the one in charge.

"You all know why you're here. Good drivers, are a dime a dozen. Every corner's got a Chingadera tuner racing for pinks." He took a swing then lined up another, not looking at any of the drivers. "That's not what Braga has got me looking for. Braga wants someone that would sell their Abuelita to be behind the wheel." For whatever reason that got a smirk out of Brian.

The man, who Sara figured was Campos, one of Braga's main men, turned and slowly walked to the group. "Someone that drives their ten second cars, not in a straight line,but to push it and make it go places no one else would take it. Real drivers."

Dom asked the money question. "So, what are we hauling?"

"For the money Braga's paying, you don't need to know."

This time Sara spoke up. "You just said you wanted real drivers." Everyone turned to look at her. "A real driver knows exactly what's in their car."

Tattoo guy stood up and got in her face. "Guera, real driver, nobody's forcing you to race."

Dom took over. "You the boss?"

"Do l look like a boss?"

Campos interrupted. "Fenix, back off. My job is to find the best drivers, period. Whoever wins the race gets the info. We cool?" Giselle was handing a portable GPS out to each driver as Dom stared down Fenix. Sara silently still called him tattoo guy. What the hell kind of a name was Fenix anyway...

Campos had to ask again before Dom responded. "Yeah, we're cool."

One of the other racers, who looked like a wannabe rapper spoke up. "No, we ain't cool, man. Who's closing these streets?"

Campos laughed. "No one. That's the point."

Lining up at the base of the garage all five drivers waited for signal. This was where you'd think nerves would kick in but Sara was completely relaxed. The GPS started a countdown.

Ten...

Sara looked to her left at Dom. Sharing a smile and a nod they didn't need to say any words. Ride or die was the motto to live by. They would do whatever was needed to be the ones to finish the race.

Nine...

Dom shifted in his seat. He wasn't worried. He knew at least one of them would finish. After looking to his right and nodding to Sara, he looked to his left. Brian...

Eight... Seven... Six...

"You sure you want to do this?"

Five...

Brian looked back at Dom. "A lot has changed."

Four...

Dom looked straight ahead. "You're right."

Three...

Two...

For Sara, time seemed to slow down. Adrenalin pumped through her making everything come into perfect focus.

One...

Breathe in, breathe out...

GO!

(I briefly considered stopping the chapter here, but then it would have been really really short...so onward)

Tires squealed as everyone hit the gas. Dom's Chevy lifted it's front end he had so much power under the hood. As soon as they got to the main road they made a sharp right turn, entering traffic.

*You are now five miles from your destination.

Dom managed to get an early lead with Sara right behind. Brian brought up the rear but it didn't take long for all drivers to be in a huddle.

Traffic was being a problem though. Getting stuck behind a truck Sara lost momentum but seeing Dom duck into oncoming traffic followed.

*Right turn ahead.

In the mirror Sara saw one of the other drivers get t-boned by a suburban causing a pile up and forcing Brian to go off course. She didn't celebrate though, she knew Brian was nothing if not persistent.

It was the three of them, Dom, herself, and the punk ass little driver in the yellow Mitsubishi, neck and neck. Sara would give credit were credit was due. For him being so damn nervous about the traffic he was doing well. One thing that struck Sara as odd was the lack of police.

They had caused at least one major accident yet not a single cop was coming after them. She didn't have long to ponder that though as the punk started ramming both her and Dom's cars. Kid had some balls on him.

*You are now one mile from your destination.

Sara was getting tired of the Mitsubishi. She could already tell she was going to be sore as hell come tomorrow. She needed to get rid of the punk, but how? Noticing the road split up ahead she jerked her car over, maneuvering in between the other car and Dom, forcing the Mitsubishi to the left. Just as he came in to ram her again she punched it, causing the car to jerk forward just enough that he missed her and hit the median at an angle causing the car to flip.

There was a brief moment were Dom and Sara believed they were the only two left. That moment was short lived when out of seemingly nowhere Brian's blue Skyline was beside them.

Brian was finally back in the race. After a detour of alley ways and grassy hills he was just behind the others. "Yeah, guess who's back, Dom?!"

Drifting into a left turn Sara managed to pull out of the turn first and get just ahead of the guys. By now she was laughing out loud with excitement. Man she loved to drive.

*You are now one-quarter mile from your destination.

Dom and Brian were head to head. Neither getting ahead of the other. Dom saw Sara just ahead waiting for the right moment to hit the NOS. He knew she'd wait until he passed her to do it, so without wasting any more time he hit his NOS he shot ahead. A few seconds later Brian was coming up fast, having hit his own NOS shortly after Dom. Sara too hit her NOS and flew to the front of the pack with no problems. But just as the Skyline was almost past Dom, he jerked his own car to the right causing his front end to bump into Brian's tail end, forcing the blue car into a spin.

Dom smiled and couldn't help but comment and he saw Brian come to a stop before shooting off again, desperate to catch up. "Still a buster."

People were already cheering for Sara and Dom when they heard the GPS tell them they had reached their destination.

Smiling as she got out, Sara went over to Dom to congratulate him on a good race when Brian pulled up. As soon as he got out of the car he walked up to Dom looking extremely pissed off. "At least we know you can't beat me straight up!"

Dom kept his cool. "l didn't know there were any rules."

Giselle walked over to Sara, getting her license for their records. As this was happening, Fenix came walking up to Dom shouting in Spanish about how bad-ass the race was. "Now that's what l call real driving!"

Brian got in Fenix's face, "No, that's bullshit!"

Fenix was telling Brian to go home and cry to his mama when Campos walked up to Dom and Sara. "You work for Braga now. When the GPS calls, you follow."

Giselle replaced Campos asking for Dom's driver license. Sara, having already given her information walked over to her car not paying much attention to the interaction between the two until Giselle asked for a phone number. Sara knew damn well she never gave a number out.

"The number is for me." As Giselle walked away Dom smirked, until he saw Sara watching...

After getting the details about a sort of 'welcome' party that was going to happen the following night Sara got into her car and drove back to the warehouse they were temporarily calling home. She was angry, both at herself and Dom. She knew that it was her idea for them to not interact with each other for the race and with Dom being as good looking as he was, she'd be the first to admit he had serious sex appeal, it was an inevitability that someone would hit on him. Didn't mean he had to enjoy it... Turning on the stereo she grabbed a beer and started to work on the damage done to her car during the race. Most of it was cosmetic, but she wanted to double check the engine to be sure.

It was nearly an hour later when Dom pulled into the warehouse having taken the scenic route in hopes that Sara had calmed down a bit. It was a testament as to how mad she was when she didn't even look up when he drove in. Getting out of his car he went over and started looking at her engine with her.

They worked silently for about ten minutes before Sara spoke. "You even think about answering a call from her and I will castrate you."

"Come on Sara, you know it ain't like that."

Finally looking up Sara grabbed a rag to wipe the grease off her hands. "Really? 'Cause it sure looked think something from where I was standing." When she tried to walk past him, he grabbed her wrist and pinned her to the car with his body. She glared up at him. "Let go Dom."

Leaning in to her he said, "You know it ain't like that."

"Doesn't make me any less angry to see another woman trying to take what's mine. Even more so when you don't tell her to fuck off."

"You know you are the only one for me." He lifted her slightly so she had no choice but to wrap her legs around him. "You are the only one I want to touch, the only one I want to make scream my name, the only one I could imagine waking up next to in the morning."

Sara fought the smile creeping up on her face. If she smiled, then he won, and she hated losing. "Goddammit. How am I supposed to stay mad at you when literally sweep me off my feet and say such romantic things to me. Jerk." She smacked his shoulder.

Chuckling he pulled her up even higher, wrapping his arms around her waist. He leaned in, his face so close to Sara's that when he spoke his lips skimmed hers, "You are the only one for me Sara. Ain't nobody else can put up with my shit or put me in my place faster than you. I know I don't say it enough, but I do love you Sara."

"I know you do. You don't have to say it all the time because you show me that you do everyday and actions are stronger than words. But I guess I love you too."

Leaning in they shared a kiss. Soon all they knew was each other; cars, races, and other women forgotten. Dom carried her back to the makeshift bedroom they had, it was little more than a mattress in what used to be an office, but it was theirs and he intended to make sure she never doubted how much he loved her.

The morning after the race was tranquil for Sara and Dom, rolling out of bed around noon, and then only because their stomachs wouldn't be ignored any longer. That night they were expected to show up for the party that Campos was hosting but beyond that they had no concrete plans for the day aside from fixing their cars. So after eating two day old leftover Chinese takeout, which was a horrible as it sounded, they got to work.

Opposite of the easy, late morning of the pair, Brian found himself up before the sun rose trying to find a way to get on the team. It had been decided by the higher ups that they'd arrest one of the drivers so Campos would have no choice but to call Brian in. Deciding to target the blonde man, named Dwight, that argued with Brian the night before, a tactical squad surrounded the house Dwight owned. It was with great pleasure that Brian, in full face mask, broke into Dwight's house yelling FBI and for everyone to get down.

Dwight, not know what was happening asked the man who was handcuffing him what he did.

Brian came up next to him placed a bag of white powder in Dwight's hand before tossing it on the table. "You're under arrest for distribution of meth."

While being drug out of the house Dwight yelled about how he had never touched meth and that he wasn't guilty of anything. Another cop came up to Brian as he removed the face mask; those things were hot as hell.

"You know that's never gonna stick, right?"

Brian smirked. "Yeah, it's not supposed to."

Authors Area:

Okay. I am so so sorry. I never meant for it to be so long from my last update. I have no real excuse. I could come up with some sob story and tell you my grandpa died and he and I were close, but that didn't happen. Or I could say that my computer went to hell and I lost all my files, but that didn't happen either. The truth is the last few months have just been hell for me both at work and at home and as a result I lost my writing bug completely. So there you go. No other reason for the lack of updates other than I just didn't want to. So :-P ( I even stuck my tongue out at the computer as I typed that. )

I would like to throw a HUGE SHOUT OUT TO EVERYONE that has stuck with me and patiently waited for an update. Updates will come, they will just be slow. I'm hoping though now that crap has slowed down here a bit that I'll be able to write more, and even more so that I'll have the desire to write more.

This chapter had a lot going on, but not much all at the same time movie wise. I changed it up a bit so both Dom AND Sara got to be drivers for Braga, hope that didn't mess with too much. Sara gets a little jealous when Giselle hits on Dom. Personally I don't like Giselle, and if there would have been a way to leave her out of it I would have. But, unfortunately, she is important both in this movie as well as Fast 5 and Fast and Furious 6. But I really don't like her... Anyway, moving on, I decided to keep Dom's reaction to her the same as the movie, thus causing the jealousy for Sara. Then we get to see the sweeter side of them as a couple...

I felt it was important to include after the race for Dom and Sara to show their dynamic as a couple. They've been together for five years at this point and I wanted to establish that even though they would argue, Dom and Sara knew enough about each other that they could work through it. To me it showed they are secure with each other, even when things like jealousy came into play.

The Spanish used is from Google. I don't know how to speak Spanish, despite one year of it in high school, lol. But here's what I got:
Chingadera - Motherf*cker
Abuelita - Grandma
Guera - White Girl, slang term

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Until Next Chapter,
Ramzgurl