Fast cars and fast women everywhere. Brian felt the thrill of adrenaline as he looked around the race. He recognized most of the racers; there was only one stranger of the five participants. The crowd was not as large as many of the street races he had been at, but everyone was still there: the gamblers, the car junkies, the scantily clad women. They were all ready to watch the race. Somewhere, a child was calling for his father. That was unusual; nobody in their right mind would bring a child to a street race like this.

Or so he thought. Until the small child ran into his leg.

"Daddy!"

"Jack?" Brian exclaimed, picking him up. "What are you doing here?"

Jack was supposed to be at home with Dom. Dom was Brian and Mia's normal babysitter.

"Unca Dom brought me to see the cars!" the little boy said excitedly.

As if on cue, Dom entered Brian's line of sight. Brian waved him over.

"Good, you found him. Jack ran away from me," Dom explained.

"What are you doing here?" Brian demanded.

Dom shrugged. "Jack wanted to see the cars."

"Really?" Brian retorted. "A three year old wanted you to take him to a street race?"

"What are you doing here, anyway?" Dom deflected. "I thought you and Mia had a date and got a hotel room. Why didn't you say you were racing?"

"Well-"

"Dom? Jack?" Mia asked, joining her family. "I put the money up," she told Brian.

"Racers, to your vehicles," a man by the name of Tiger shouted into a microphone.

Mia shrugged, moving on from the surprise of seeing her son at an illegal street race. "Got to go."

"Good luck, baby," Brian said, kissing her softly.

Before Dom could react, Mia had melted into the crowd.

"Mia? You're letting my sister race, O'Connor?" Dom shouted. "Are you crazy?"

Brian frowned. "I don't let her do anything. She wants to race, so she races. She asked me not to tell you because she knew you'd react like this, man."

"Mia can't race! It's dangerous!"

"That's pretty hypocritical," Brian pointed out.

Dom frowned. "So?"

Brian shrugged. "Come on, the race is about to start." He hoisted Jack onto his shoulders so the boy could see better.

"I didn't even know she still drove like this," Dom said, put out by his sister's secret life. "There's no way she can win."

"Five g's she does," Brian responded immediately.

"Done."

When the scantily clad woman dropped the flag, the cars took off. Jack cried out in delight.

"Go Mommy!" he said.

Brian chuckled. "That's right, buddy. Go Mommy!"

When the cars came back around to the finish line, Brian passed Jack to Dom. Mia got out of her car, surrounded by excited spectators. Brian lifted her up by her waist and spun her around.

"Well done, baby! I just won five thousand dollars from Dom."