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Fᴏᴜʀ Dᴏᴏʀ Aᴠᴇɴᴛᴀᴅᴏʀ - Nɪᴄᴋɪ Mɪɴᴀᴊ

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Lᴏs Aɴɢᴇʟᴇs, Cᴀʟɪғᴏʀɴɪᴀ

I was in the garage changing the tires to my new 73' Camero and Dom walked in,

"Time to get to work sister. Tonight there's a race we have to be at, there's going to be three winners and that's our ticket into Braga's cartel."

I nodded "Let's get to it."

I pulled up to Braga's race earlier than Dom. They can't know we're siblings, not yet at least.

Getting out of my car, beside me there stood a blond-haired dude with all these broads around him.

I immediately locked eyes with Brian and then looked away, seeing him begin to walk over. I leaned up against my Camero, she's looking good tonight.

Brian looked over at this goofy for a split second and he then looked back to me.

"Hey!..." The dude snickered

"...What are you looking at, nutsack?" He then finished

"I don't know. You tell me." Brian replied with a sarcastic grin

"The racer wants what Dwight's got...See, but, ladies, Dwight's already on the team," He said arrogantly looking over at each of his groupies

"...You got to be fast if you want to drive for Braga..." He then said to Brian

I rolled my eyes and he looked over at me causing his whole demeanor to change

"Hotness, Hey, girl." The blonde dude said

I turned looking over at him, "What?" I exhaled sharply

"You're looking good, I'd love to tap that ass"

I laughed sarcastically "You couldn't handle it if you tried."

He smiled "Come on, girl, join the winning team."

I then laughed as I said, "If this is the winning team, we can all say we're fucked."

His face hardened with a smile "Feisty! I love it"

"Come over here, I'll show you how feisty I really am" I smirked sarcastically ready to kick his cocky ass

Brian laughed and a girl walked over, and said hardly "Is there a problem here?"

"No," Dwight said lowly making me and Brian laugh at his stupid ass

"You one of Park's guys, blondie?" She asked Brian

"Yeah. Yeah, I am," He said looking in her direction

She looked over to me "You too?"

I nodded before she ordered, "Follow me."

We began following behind her and I saw Dom pass us in his '70 Chevy.

Me and a group of others watched as this guy played golf, not even bothered by our presence and two of his buddies at a table betting.

He swung the golf club and the one at the table yelled out, "Bull's-eye, coo, come on!"

Dom then walked in with the girl who brought us up causing Brian to glare at him and Dom gave a small smile.

The one at the table looked over up at Dom and nodded before turning back.

"You all know why you're here." The one with the golf club exclaimed holding up the club and positioning it by the ball

"Good drivers..." He swung the club and continued, "...are a dime a dozen..."

"...Man, every corner's got a chingadera tuner racing for pinks. That's not what Braga has got me looking for..." He said as he swung again

"...Braga wants someone that would sell their abuelita to be behind the wheel..."

I smirked and looked at Dom who held the same expression as me.

Someone that drives their 10-second cars, not in a straight line, but to push it and make it through places no one else would take it. Real drivers." He said facing us finally

"So, what are we hauling?" Dom asked him

"For the money Braga's paying, you don't need to know," He replied simply with a smile

Dom crossed his arms over his chest and said "You just said you wanted real drivers. A real driver knows exactly what's in his car."

I smiled along with the girl that brought us up. The dude then took a swallow of his beer and turned with an impressed look on his face.

The guy sitting at the table then rose, beside Dom saying with a sarcastic smile "Mira, real driver, nobody's forcing you to race."

Dom's expression hardened as he turned his attention to this dude "You the boss? Or am I talking to the boss?"

"Do I look like a boss?" The dude asked sarcastically

The other guy then spoke up "Papi! My job is to find the best drivers, period. The top 3, that win the race gets the info. We cool?"

Dom still had a glare on that smart ass and the other guy said again "Are we cool?"

"Yeah, we're cool," Dom said looking him up and down as the girl handed us all GPS's.

"No, we ain't cool, man..." Another racer spoke up

"...Who's closing these streets?"

There was an exchange of chuckles around the room as the guy spoke up, "No one. That's the point."

I did nothing but smirk, we are back home.

A/N: More chapters are coming lovely's, I promise, I missed writing action sequences and can't wait to write this next one. Remember to vote, comment, share, and add to your library!! Love yaa🖤🖤🖤