| Title: Speed Author: Priscilla Prologue I grew up on the rough streets of Brooklyn, NY in one of the many Italian slums of the city and as you might of guessed my childhood wasn't really a happy one. My parents were constantly fighting about money, us kids, or anything and everything else. By the time my older brothers whom were twins left, it was really bad. You see, my dad had began to drink heavily and when he did stop it was only to smack either my mother or I across the room. Sometimes he wouldn't stop until a neighbor of ours called the cops because of all the screaming. It was like that for us for a long time. Two years later my father was dying. He had serious liver and heart complications and was told he didn't have much time left. Two months later on October 12, 1995, he was dead. So mom and I decided to make a fresh start. She got a job at I.S. 302 as a lunch lady (I know, I know, but it's something) and I got a job as, well, basically a thug. I worked for the head of the Malone crime family, Frank aka Frankie Malone. You see, back when I was a kid the Malone's ran N.Y., they owned the place, everyone who owned a business was in turn owned by them, they were without a doubt the "Mafia" for us. So you can imagine my surprise when Frank Malone himself steps out of his limo and comes up to me in an alley and offers me a job. I of course said yes, because you did NOT say no to Frank Malone and because we needed the money. I ended up being what I like to describe as a "mafia accountant". You see, like I mentioned above there are a lot of people who come to the Malone's asking for "favors" and these favors can be anything from having somebody killed to asking them for money for you to start a business. Anyways, the bottom line was if you owed the Malone's money, you had to give it to me when I came to you every month. And if you didn't have it, you better get it to me before the day is over or your gonna die. You or someone close to you. Everything was great for us. We had enough money to eat and anything else we needed. That is until my mother was killed by a rival Family member when it leaked in the neighborhood that I worked for the Malone's. The day I buried my mother, I buried the last piece of heart or emotion that I had left. Lonely, angry, and confused, I turned to the only family I had left and to my astonishment Frank Malone took me in like one of his own kids. He taught me everything he knew from how the Numbers game worked to how to fire a Chrome '45 Taukson handgun and hit something as small as a beer bottle almost 45 yards away. So 5 years later here I am watching "Pop" tell the guys how their gonna go about convincing "the Cubans" as he calls em', to share their smuggling profits with us, or else. about 5 minutes later the guys were leaving to get ready for a BIG confrontation if things didn't go easily as planned. Just as I was turning to leave "pop" put his hand on my shoulder and turned me around to face him. "What's up pop? Ain't I going with the guys?" I asked confused. "Not this time J. I got another job for you. You up for it?" "What you need me to do?" “Remember last time we were discussing the family and business in general. We started talking about that damn street racing crap your into so much," . Oh yeah you could say I was into it. I had a Mitsubishi Eclipse that I bought from this crack head when I was 17. I fixed it up, got all new parts, re-painted it, it's my baby. I even started racing it after it was ready. Wining a little more money every weekend. By the time I was 18 it was an addiction. I felt respected and at home on the track. I can't begin to describe what it's like to LET a man think he can beat you cause he's a guy and then smoking em', blasting down the street at 165 mph. Oh hell yeah I LOVE racing, the rush is unbelievable. Coming out of it “Yeah. So what pop?” I asked still confused at what he was getting at. “Well I was talking to one of my contacts in L.A., Joey Numbers, you know Joey numbers right? Anyways, he’s telling me how big this racing thing is down there. How much potential business this could mean for the family if we got a piece. That’s where you come in.” “Me? Why me? Why not Chris?” “Cause Chris don’t know jack shit about the terminology of this racing, they’d eat him alive. You know how it works, you got a car you can use and you got the money. I need you to go down there and make these people trust you. You see how things run and learn all you can. If you can convince the leader of these "teams" to come over to our side, we can strike a deal and share the profits. You up for that?” “Sounds like fun. So who do I need to get cozy with?” “Joey told me about this guy, he’s supposedly the proverbial prince down there, undefeated. If you can beat him, I think you’re in.” “No problem. I can beat em’. What’s his name?” “Dominic Torreto.” “When do I leave?” “Tomorrow, so go pack what ever you think you’ll need. Take care of everything you got goin’ on cuz you might not be home for a long time and be ready to go at 6 a.m. tomorrow mornin’. Don’t let me down kid.” “Alright pop, I won’t let ya down and thanks. I’ll se you around.” As I calmly walked up stairs to my beautiful Victorian style bedroom it finally hit me. “I’m goin’ to L.A. to race!”. It’s gonna be one hell of a summer, I thought. Title: Speed Author: Priscilla Chapter 2 A week later I was set up in L.A. And the whole week was taken up by basically doin' nothing but waiting for news on the races that were supposed to go down this weekend. I spent the nights just walking around, getting the feel of the place. It was about 6 p.m. on Friday afternoon and I was pissed. Really, pissed. These people are soo tight lipped about this shit. I've been going out at night all week to see if I find any flyers, anything about the races and where there gonna be at. As I rounded the corner, I noticed two girls huddled around a piece of paper while they read it. I thought that was weird but, Whatever. I thought. But as I got closer to them I sorta over heard some of their conversation. "Oh man check it out, Letty and Edwin are gonna race." The one with the red hair said. "I hope Dominic is there. That man is a nice piece of ass chica." said the other one with the brown hair and then they started giggling. I stopped dead in my tracks at the mention of that name, turned to face them and asked, "What did you just say?" They both looked at me like I had three heads and then the one with the brown hair pointed to the flyer and said "The races. Dominic is our favorite speed racer." "When it is again?" I asked trying to sound as if I already knew but forgot. "At midnight. Like always." "Where?" "At the intersection at Brockton and Shift." "Thanks." I replied before starting to walk back to my apartment. Once I got home I changed into my black tank top the says "Chicks Rock" in glitter and my black jeans and leather boots, put on some light makeup and waited. Tonight I would be observing. Observing the races, the cars, and last but definitely not least this Dominic Torreto guy who has all the chicks around here wetting themselves at the mention of his name. Hope he’s cute, I thought. You know what they say, 'You wanna get noticed, you gotta make some waves.' When I got there the place was already packed with cars and people waiting for the racers to get there, and they did about 20 minutes late. The whole group huddled around them and that’s when I heard it. That voice. I couldn’t see the guy cause there were so many people in front on me. So I decided to give up trying to look and hear what he was saying instead. “Alright, tonight there’s only gonna be two races cuz the cops are cracking down on us right now so we gotta take it easy. It’s gonna be Letty and the E-man here and then it’s gonna be Jesse and Tommy. You know the rules 2G’s or more up front, winner takes all." Just as the crowd was turning away to take their place by the starting line I saw him, at least I think it’s him. “Oh hold up!”, he said. “Leo just told me we got time for another race. The cops are messin’ with a fire right now. Who’s up for it?” Dominic asked. I looked around and saw that there weren’t really any givers, I spoke up. “Yeah I’m up for it.” I said loud enough for everyone to hear. The whole crowd turned around and looked at me. Some laughed, some smirked and some just stared. “And who are you? I haven’t see you around here before.” Dominic said. “Well maybe that’s cause I didn’t feel like being seen.” “Is that right little girl?” he said smirking at the crowd behind him. “Yeah. It is and in case your sight isn’t too well I ain’t no little girl.” I said a little annoyed. “Whatever. Who you want to take on Little Girl?” “How about you?” |