Destine Ryder-a young woman who thrusts into the fast life against her will, yet she was destined for greatness.
Guided by the experts from her brother, Dominic, Destine becomes one of the highest ranking racers in her town. She began growing into...
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WHAT A REAL DRIVER LOOKS LIKE
"Oh. I'm what you call an ice cold can of whoop-ass." -Luke Hobbs
EVER SINCE OUR INCIDENT WITH Brian, Dom and I have not stopped rebuilding our cars. I was rebuilding the one mom gave me with a turbo engine and Dom was rebuilding the one Letty left him. Both cars were coming out great.
After 2 weeks they were done. They looked beautiful, Dom helped me pick the color of turquoise blue. It used to be moms Favorite, I thought she would've liked it. Dom chose the solid color of a Grey matte finish.
"You ready ryder?" Dom asked
"For?" I asked.
"It's party time." He smirked.
"Oh god." I groaned
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I followed Dom through the Round about of the party it was packed with Drifters and I'm slowly starting to that this was a race.
'Shit' I groaned.
I saw Brian in the corner of my eye or at least I thought I did it didn't seem like him.
I parked next to Dom as we made our way through the entrance and low and behold I was right it was him.
"You all know why your here?" The man asked.
He was hitting golf balls off the roof, a very weird idea but I still had no clue why we were here.
"Good drivers.. are a dime a dozen." He started, "My name is Campos. And Man! Every corners got a chingadera around the corner racing for punks." Campos hit his golf ball.
"That's not what Braga's got me looking for." Campos admitted hitting the next golf ball.
"Braga wants someone that would sell their to abuelita to be behind the wheel." Campos smirked.
"Someone that drives a 10 second car not in a straight line but to push it and make it through places no one else would take it... Real drivers." Campos smiled standing in front of us.
"Entiendes?" Campos asked.
Dom nodded, "So what are we haulin'?" Dom asked.
"Oyé, for the money Braga's paying, you don't need to know." Campos assured.
"You just said you wanted real drivers. A real driver knows exactly what's in his car." Dom smirked.
"You just have to go the extra mile every time." I mumbled.
"Hijole." Campos mumbled before sipping his beer.
"Mira, Real driver." The guy sitting next to dom spoke.
