Julianna 'Jules' Toretto the older sister to Mia and the youngest to Dom. She's a feisty and strategic racer who learned the best from her brother and friends. Family is everything to Jules, that is until a certain blonde works his way into her home...
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BRIAN STEPPED OUT OF HIS NISSAN Skyline observing the surrounding area, more importantly, the man golfing from above. Brian walked forward, eyeing the slick back blonde in front of him with girls surrounding him.
"Hey! What're you looking at, nut sack?" The guy said. "I don't know. You tell me." Brian responded with an intrigued look. "Oh, the racer wants what Dwight's got. See, but ladies, Dwight's already on the team. You gotta be fast if you wanna drive for Braga."
"Is there a problem here?" A woman with dark hair asked from behind Brian. "No." Dwight answered subtly. Brian chuckled at Dwight's stupidity. "You one of Parks guys, Blondie?" The woman asked.
Brian froze at the familiar nickname before answering. "Yeah, yeah, I am." "Follow me. " Brian followed the girl and as he did, he watched two cars pull up with Jules and Don driving them.
Jules rolled her eyes at Brian as she found a spot and followed Don up to where she hoped Braga would be. "You all know why you're here. Good drivers are a dime a dozen." The guys said, swinging his club back before hitting the golf ball.
"Man, every corner's got a chingadera tuner racing for pinks. That's not what Braga has got me looking for. Braga wants someone that would sell their Abuelita to be behind that wheel." The guy said, turning around.
"Someone that drives a ten second car, not in a straight line, but to push it and make it through places no one else would take it. Real drivers. Entiendes?" The guy finished. "So what are we hauling?" Dom asked with a slight smirk.
"Oye, for the money Braga's paying, you don't need to know." Jules' head perked up at the guy. "Don't you want real drivers? I mean, that's what you asked for. A real driver knows exactly what's in their car." She stated.
"Mira, real driver, nobody's forcing you to race." The guy said from beside Dom, giving Jules a smirk. "You the boss? Or am I talking to the boss?" Dom asks defensively. "Do I look like a boss?" Jules scoffs, "No." Getting glares from everyone but Giselle who laughs.
"Papi, my job is to find the best drivers, period. Whoever wins the race gets the info. We cool?" The guy, Campos, says as Giselle hands everyone a GPS. "Yeah, we're cool." Dom answers.
"No, we ain't cool, man. Who's closing the streets?" "No one, that's the point." Campos says with a chuckle. Jules sat in her car waiting for her timer to hit zero before she flew past everyone, following the directions neatly.
From her rear-view mirror, she could see the feud between Brian and Dom but didn't care, as she was more focused on her direction and cars that she needed to swerve around. Jules maintained the lead as Brian went off track and Dom fought some other guy off.
"Oh, shit." Jules muttered, seeing a car drive off a hill onto the highway along with a car crashing, putting all the drivers in a tie. "This is what I get for slacking." Jules said, hitting her NOS after both men.
As Jules sped by, Dom had hit Brian, causing the blonde to spin out. Jules stuck her middle finger up to her brother as she finished first. "Sucks to suck." She said as he laughed, watching Brian pull up.
The Toretto siblings were quick to mask their moment of bliss when stepping out of their vehicles. "At least we know you can't beat me straight up." Brian yelled angrily, getting out of his car.
"I didn't know there were any rules." Dom said, clearly not caring as Jules rolled her eyes. "Now that's what I call real driving." Buff guy cheered, tapping Jules' shoulder. "No, that's bullshit, man." Brian sneered, talking about Dom.
"Don't be a sore loser." "Go cry to your mama, eh?" Jules and Fenix said, watching as Brian backed off to his car. "You two work for Braga now. When the GPS calls, you follow." Campos told the two before leaving with only Gisele left.
"Driver's license." She said, causing the two siblings to look at each other. "What driver's license?" Dom asked for both siblings. "Thumb." Gisele then said, showing a screen waiting for their fingerprints.
Jules stepped forwards giving her print before getting back into her car and leaving. She drove home, missing the feeling of her bed. However, during the ride, she deeply thought about how involved she really was.
