chasing angels ・❥・Brian O'Connor fic

fifty one ・❥・ do something babe, say something

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Lolas pov...

I didn't have a death wish, I knew going to the race there was a chance someone would recognise me- that somebody could know who I really was. Even though the name Lola Baby wasn't connected to Letty, all it would take was a little digging for someone to clock on.

Slyly, I glanced out the window as I pulled in. LA had changed, racing wasn't the same anymore- but it wasn't that different. Girls still flooded the place, loud music was still blared and men still showed off. In the grand scheme of things, LA hadn't changed at all- the people were the only thing that was different about the place.

I didn't recognise a single face, but then again, I didn't hang around with scum like the asses who worked for Braga.

I turned my car off as I threw it into park. Without wasting another second, I opened the door and climbed out. I never claimed to be on time to things or responsible in the slightest, I cut it close and had no doubt that Dom was going to be on my ass about being late when I ran into him.

A smirk tugged on my lips as I pulled off my sunglasses and moved them to the top of my head. I was gonna win, I already knew it.

As I leant against my car, I glanced around at the crowd of people flurrying in and out and the cars that were parked around. Modern, sweet designs, but they were lacking the real deal. I didn't need to shove my head into their engine to know that their engines lacked personality and modifications.

"Hey," a hot brunette hummed at me, a smirk also on her lips. "You here to race?"

"Yes."

Her smirk grew. "Come on, follow me."

With a nod, I stepped into step with her and watched as heads turned in our direction. It was obvious we weren't just lingering around, hoping to snag a guy or watch the race. A smirk tilted on my lips as we walked, I was proud of my outfit choice. Knee high boots, black leather mini skirt, lacey sheer top, layers of jewellery. I still looked like me, but also looked different enough to be taken somewhat seriously- and I needed them to look past the fact that I was a girl because I couldn't afford to knock out someone if they threw a sexist remark my way.

We rounded the corner and a chill raced down my spine, I could already feel his eyes on me before I even saw him. My smirk fell because I knew there was a fight brewing in the air, and I didnt know if we could come back from it.

"Lia?"

My head whipped to the side as a slimy looking man wrapped his arm around the top of my arm harshly, yanking me to a stop. He had five seconds to remove his hand before I removed it for him.

I narrowed my eyes as I shook my head. "No?"

His beady little eyes were glaring at me with a fascination that made me sick to my fucking stoamch. He still hadn't let go, I was seconds away from losing my shit. What was it with men thinking they could touch and yank someone around? Absolutely fucking not.

The man had a death wish.

My teeth grit together as I contemplated what my options were. Sure, I could knock him out, he looked to be mid thirties, one strong swing would send him flying. But, as much as I wanted to hit him, I couldn't- I had to think of the bigger picture. Letty.

Slyly, I glanced over his shoulder and locked eyes with Brian who looked as pissed as I felt. His eyes flicked between mine and the hand on my arm but before I could focus on it, his eyes met mine and he lightly shook his head at me, as if he knew what I was seconds away from doing.