chasing angels ・❥・Brian O'Connor fic

fifty two ・❥・ carnival

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Lolas pov...

"Get your head in the game-"

"My head is in the game Dom." I snapped with a roll of my eyes.

Dom shook his head at me, as done with my shit as I was with his. We'd been in each other's presence for a few days and already we were back to bickering one minute and joking around the next. It was sending Mia over the edge, and I couldn't blame her. Dom was also pissing me off so much it was sending me into a spiral.

He had rounded the corner, arms crossed, face all serious and 'scary'. He took one glance between me and Brian as I walked away from the idiot I loved. I'd walked away just in time, but the thing about my brother was that he had eyes everywhere. So even though a miracle happened and he didn't see the way Brian jealousy grabbed me in front of Dwight, there was a chance that if Brian was reckless again that Dom would see.

I'd been playing a 'double agent' for weeks, the lines between who I really was and who I was pretending to be were starting to blur. I didn't even recognise myself anymore.

Brian's girlfriend, nobody's daughter, Lola B, 'the dirty street angel', Dom's sister, trouble, Brian's ex-girlfriend, Toretto. Every one of my identities were blending into a giant mess. And I was losing my mind because of it.

I was getting revenge for Letty.

That was the one thing that hadn't changed. Brian was irrelevant, even though our relationship was crumbling. Dom was irrelevant, even though he was emotionally torturing me. My life, my relationships, my job and everything that I worked for was completely and totally irrelevant. Everything but Letty.

I bit down on my tongue, forcing down the urge to provoke my brother because I couldn't back down from a challenge, and instead stormed over to my car before jumping in. I was racing in platform heeled boots, nothing I hadn't done before, but from the look on everyone's faces I could tell they were doubting me.

They could underestimate me all they wanted, but the people who actually knew me knew better. Dom was being foolish if he thought he could beat me, but I was doubting if he could get into the top three. We were racing against Bragas friends, the dicks who I didn't doubt were shoving nitro meth up their cars asses. And whilst I learnt my lesson, Dom hand ever raced against cars that went that fast before. And if my brother didnt when, we were both in a lot of trouble.

"Asses in cars!"

My hands gripped the steering wheel whilst I relaxed in my seat. I didnt bother checking my mirrors or any of that crap, I knew my car like the back of my hand despite the fact I hadn't driven it in five years. I knew it was gonna make me win.

"The route is on the GPS you've all had installed in your cars."

I glanced at the GPS someone had put in my car, the route looked fairly simple- and boring. Central LA, a few highways, god, didn't anyone actually do anything fun in LA anymore? The route was childsplay and would be over before it even began.

With a roll of my eyes, I turned my head to find my brother already staring boredly back at me. At least I wasn't the only one unimpressed by the race.

"Engines on."

My eyes were locked on the road ahead, I kinda knew where I was going, I had gotten the gist of where I was supposed to go. But I wasn't sticking to the route they wanted us to go on. If I was gonna race, I was gonna have a little bit of fun with it.