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𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗔 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗢𝗗 with her hands in the pockets of her pants right between Mia and Letty at the finish line, waiting for the drivers to cross the line. Isabella knew without a doubt that Dom would cross the finish line first for he was known as the street racing king. As the three waited, Isabella watched everyone that had gathered for the race. Majority of the girls danced in skimpy outfits for men that probably just wanted to sleep with them. Many people made out; male, female and anything in between despite the fact that many people watched in disgust. Letty and Mia talked about random topics, some grabbing Isabella's attention every once in a while to make an input on it. Their thoughts and conversations were cut short when the sudden noise of revving engines sped down the track, Isabella letting out a little smile when a familiar car crossed the finish line.

Everyone immediately crowded the car, Dom stepping out as he handshaked a couple of people. The three girls pushed in front of the crowd, making their way to him and getting to the front. Hector walked over to Dom, holding the money he had just won.

"Here's what you won, right here. There you go." He handed over the money taking a few steps back.

"My sister holds the money. Count it." Dom gave Mia the stack of cash he won as many people patted his back and congratulated him. Isabella sent a look at Mia as she rolled her eyes; she was used to being the holder of his money at this point. Dom walked over to Isabella as he picked her up by the waist. "And you're my trophy."

The two shared a smile before Dom set her on her feet and passionately kissed her, cupping the bottom of her left cheek. Brian finally crossed the finish line making the couple pull back from one another. He gave her a peck on the lips before heading over to a smiley Brian, Jesse in front of him.

"Was that fun?" Jesse asked as he popped open the hood, smoke coming out as he swatted it with his hand.

Dom glanced over at Brian, the same stupid smile plastered across his face. "What are you smiling about?"

"Dude, I almost had you." Brian grinned as the crowd 'oooed' and burst into laughter. Dom chuckled a little before he pointed to himself whilst looking at Brian.

"You almost had me? You never had me. You never had your car." He began to pace around Brian and his car, the tension began to become heated. "Granny shifting. Not double clutching like you should. You're lucky that hundred shots of NOS didn't blow the welds on the intake. Almost has me?" He chuckled again. "Now me and the mad scientist got to rip apart the block and replace the piston rings you fried." Dom motioned to Jesse before he slammed the hood of his car shut. "Ask any racer, any real racer. It doesn't matter if you win by an inch or a mile. Winnings, winning." He rose his arms up and the crowd cheered.

"Oh, shit! We got cops. Cops! Go!" Leon shouted over the radio and everyone scattered to get to their cars. Many carpooled with other people, leaving their cars and deciding to get them back later.