I don't know where I'm going

But I know just where I've been

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It had been a tiring day for her. Vanessa had been doing alot today, buying the new apartment for herself and her sister. It was nice, and pretty big for the both of them. Plus it had so much room inside. She replaced some of the furnishing inside the place,  her sister had gone shopping to go look at stuff she wanted to put in her room. Which was good on her part, which meant she could drive around town for a bit to keep herself occupied. it was just something she loved to do. she would have taken her bike out, but she had to replace the chain on it, plus she needed to check the damn tires. She kept her eyes forwards driving through the streets, in her shiny camaro. she loved her bike just a tad bit more for her. she removed one hand from the steering wheel to rub the back of her neck, moving it left to right to crack it.

She hated flying, She was slightly jet lagged. Yet she was up and about. She slowed down and turned onto a side street to park her car. she was hungry and she needed something to eat. she climbed out the car pocketing her car keys after setting the alarm on it. she swung her bag over her shoulder. running her fingers through her hair as she walked away from the car heading back out onto the streets. She would have thought she was use to this by now. being out of the states for some time and across Europe would be good. but it was a change for her. something she embraced. she sighed as she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She pulled her phone out of her pocket answering it. as she stopped into a small restaurant. "hello..." she replied, "Celeste acaba de obtener la maldita muebles....es tu habitación no la mía poner lo que quieras en ella."

Of course take for Celeste to call her about some furniture she was putting in her own room. Vanessa shook her head lightly as she was seated at a small table and given a menu. "Celeste pick what you want...its your room okay...it'll look nice no matter what." she replied lightly, "yes..go have fun and stop worrying....i'll see you in a bit, i'm grabbing a bite to eat." she nodded her head as she ended the phone call and drop the phone into her bag. she sighed lightly letting her shoulders fall. she set her purse in her lap as she picked up the menu taking a glance over it. As a female waiter walked over to take her orders. 

"Can i have one of your fruit juice soda's..the passion fruit" she replied, "and then i'll have your club sandwich." Vanessa smiled to the waitress, but she notice how the waitress had been looking at her. she ignored it as she took a deep breath. she was just going to eat and head back to the new apartment to help her sister set up there things. boy did they have Alot to unpack. some of the stuff they had was sentimental to them. Alot of the stuff was from when they were Paris and London. stuff Celeste and her had bought and kept with them. But they were trying to make this place permanent for them. They did owe it to themselves.

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Dom's attire

You know it was a really bad day when you couldn't afford the high end payments your ride and someone like Dom was coming to repo your car. In fact, you didn't even realize how bad of a day you were about to have until you seen the American born and bred monster walking up your drive way with nothing more than a piece of paper declaring that your shit was about to get taken. For one business man, he nearly shit a brick watching this bald man walk right up to his secured gates and man handle the two guards and let himself in. Dom reached through the security door, and hit the button for the gates and watched them slide open slowly. He walked right up the long driveway, where he seen a guy scampering to the closed front door but couldn't manage to get it open in time before he slunk down to the ground in front of it. Dom simply opened the paper and crouched down next to him, showing it to him both in English and French just in case he was to catch a sudden case of not knowing either language. 

"Do you know what this means?" The gruff voice of Dominic Toretto asked the man.

He only nodded before Dom seen a puddle starting to form under him. The piece of paper was tossed at the guy and Dom stood shaking his head in disgust. "Sometimes, you guys are just pathetic. Other times, I get to have some fun. Guess today isn't one of those days." he said, "Now where are the keys?"

"Ki..ki...kitchen...." the guy pointed towards the door. "...ha.....han....hanging on the wall."

Dom opened up the door and moved through the house to the giant sized kitchen of the mansion to grab the keys off the wall but on his way back, he almost walked into a barrel of a .357 magnum as the owner finally gained some balls. Quick hands reached up, grabbing the barrel and twisting the gun from the guys hand. Once his finger was laid to the trigger, he laughed. He emptied the gun and tossed it across the kitchen with a laugh. "Next time, make sure the safety is off." he then pulled back and punched the guy once, watching him to fall to the floor, out cold. Next stop, front gates and then to get paid. Dom walked outside and opened the garage to see the Lancia 037 sitting there waiting for the taking. Dom could respect a nice car but Italian just wasn't his style. But this one, he could work with. They were rare and the only reason why. That, and this was the type of ride Brian would have driven if he were here now. 

Climbing in, he started her up and eased her out of the driveway out onto the street. Shawn pulled out of hiding and pulled up next to Dom. "Wanna have some fun?"

Dom looked over to him with a smile, "You do remember whose car, your driving, right?"

"Right.....I'll just meet you at the shop." he said pulling off with a smile. Dom on the other hand, floored the clients car right past his own ride and kept going. Shawn couldn't hesitate to yell out in generally speaking, "Thought this car never saw tail lights!" and finally his words traveled off into a mumble as he wanted so badly to test out Dom's Camaro. 

It wasn't more than about an hour later, Dom found himself pulling into a diner to get some food before dropping off the car to his client. It wasn't his typical diner, but Andy seemed to mess that up for him last week. Now he was searching out another diner and came across this one.It wasn't the one he was used to, but it worked and they made a mean Roast beef. He parked next to a 2009 Camaro and looked it over. Seemed like American cars were popping up everywhere around here, but hell, what did he care? It felt like home every time he saw one. Dom walked through the doors and took a seat just as he heard a woman order the club. He smiled and gave a friendly warning since this wasn't the first time he'd been to this diner. Looking over his shoulder, "I wouldn't eat the bacon, it's not even real bacon." he said now turning around to fully see her. "It's made from turkey. If you want a real club, go down the street. Now that's a sandwich." he said referring her to his old diner that he was really starting to miss now. "Just some friendly advice...." he said turning back around and picking up his menu to look through it.

I don't know where I'm going

But I know just where I've been

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Vanessa hadn't been to much attention. she was just still glancing over the menu again. She was a little hesitant on the turkey club, and debating it in her head. She was more hungry then thirsty. She took a deep breath as she brushed her hair out of her face. she glanced down at her phone seeing a text message from Celeste. she shook her head as she replied back. telling her to buy what she wanted and get it over with. She set her phone back down on the table next to her water as she took a deep breath. she didn't even know someone else had come and took a seat. That's how engrossed she was in her own thoughts. She just kept thinking of how good she felt to be away from it all. 

She was happy to be away from america. She had a slightly troubled past, but she wished it could have been better. Especially with how her relationship with her mother. all she could think of was that her mother was locked up. That's the last thing she heard about her. She kept tabs on her mother since she left Philly and moved to LA. To make sure her mother had no way of coming for them while they were finishing school in LA. But even now she still kept tabs on the women. She didn't want any contact with her what so ever. And she intended to keep her away from Celeste.

Moving out of the US was the best thing for the both of them. She got to travel and do what she wanted. She got to see London, Paris, Greece. She got way better with her driving. She was able to make money on top of the large settlement that was granted to her when her father was killed. All the money he left for the both of them. she was able to purchase her car and her bike and she had it now. she loved that Camaro. She loved her bike just the same, a Honda CBR. she would have preferred to ride that more then she drove her car. But it was equal. She sighed as She was brought out of her thoughts when a voice spoke up to her. 

She turned to see who had spoken to her as she ordered the turkey club. She was surprised to see a man, sitting near her. He was a pretty big guy in her head.  it made her think more about the turkey club she had just ordered. she stopped the lady before she could walk away. "hold on" she replied to the waitress, "okay then any other suggestions then, since the bacon isn't real" she looked at him wondering what else was good. she examined him lightly, he was bulky, Intimidating a little bit. but he didn't seem all that bad. she gave him a small smile. she didn't know him but she wasn't rude or mean. But she was still hesitant.

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. "hold on" she replied to the waitress, "okay then any other suggestions then, since the bacon isn't real"

Dom was always under the assumption that if you were going to do something, at least do it right. That even meant with a sandwich. If you weren't going to put real bacon on it, then don't put it on at all. And if you were one of those health nuts that didn't want real bacon, then don't eat the fake shit either. But then again, he supposed that was the American in him coming out. He watched the waitress wait a moment as the woman turned to him and asked him a question about what she should order. He had already turned around at this point ready to mind his own business but since she was asking this time, he turned to to look at her and then to the waitress. If she was seriously asking his opinion, then she'd get it. "She'll have the Roast beef, double the meat with lettuce, tomato, and mayo and just a dash of oil and salt and pepper. She'll take the potato wedges as a side with an ice cold coke....and you can put it on my tab." he said now looking at the chick he was ordering for. "Lunch is on me." he finished now turning around again to mind his own business as he should have in the first place. 

He then looked to the waitress, "...and make that two orders." he said holding up two fingers. There was a newspaper sitting next to him and he decided to pick it up and open it. Well, look at that....Him and Andy made the fifth page.....He continued reading and from what he could gather from his broken French he had learned over the last six months, it didn't look like they had any leads, but that didn't mean he could start going to his regular diner again. Surely after that stunt, someone would recognize him and call the cops. Flipping to the next page, he caught sight of something else that might interest him and the crew. It looked like a car auction was going to be taking place here in Monaco and from the picture, it looked to have some classic american muscle. The waitress came with the two orders of cokes and Dom set the newspaper down just in time as the waitress set his down. Before she could run off, he grabbed the other as well, picking up his and moving to the booth where the woman sat. He set her coke down in front of her and sat down himself, making himself at home. Hell, he was buying her lunch, she could at least entertain him until he was done eating. "So is that your Camaro out there? Looks like the Z1, 2010 edition." he said picking up his coke and placing it to his lips for a sip. "Must have cost a good fortune getting it across seas" he responded looking out the window and at the car. He turned back to her, "What brings you to Monaco?"

I don't know where I'm going

But I know just where I've been

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Vanessa was a little shocked to be meeting people this early. but hey who was she to complain. she had just gotten into this city a week ago, still had to move all her stuff in it. She was going to actually wait a little while before checking out the racing scene here. She needed to get back into it. she had been checking the street scene out as she traveled. She brushed her hair out of her face as she sat there. She just watched this guy as he sat there. It didn't bother her if he didn't give a suggestion to her. She would just pick something else to eat. She honestly didn't care but if the turkey was not real then why make it and serve it. 

She wondered how good the roast beef was. but he gave her the suggestion. she just nodded her head to the waitress as she walked away. Even more surprised when he paid for it. She had money to pay for it, she didn't expect that at all. she brushed it off as he turned back around. Vanessa leaned back in her seat in the booth as she took her phone out, checking her messages. She locked her phone as she tossed it back into her bag. She looked around really not having much else to do. Considering her usual source of entertainment her younger sister Celeste was out shopping. If she had come with her to eat. She would be yapping away about clothes, cars and how pretty this place was. it always amused her how Celeste reacted to things. 

she reached into her bag to grab a magazine. She was familiar with the language but of course she knew spanish more from her dad. she flipped through the magazine trying to find something interesting to keep her occupied till her food came. she grabbed her water taking a sip. She didn't even notice the guy had gotten up until a glass was placed n front of her. She quickly looked up from her magazine to see this guy had sat down. She still had her magazine in her lap. she watched as he placed her food in front of her making himself comfortable. She was surprised, but he did just pay for her food. she just stared at him before she closed her magazine brushing it off. She wasn't use to meeting new people. but she needed to get use to it. 

Even more when he asked about her camaro outside. She wasn't sure anybody really paid attention to it at all. But it was her dream car besides her bike. And she got it, with some help she changed alot of things about that car. she still had alot to learn about working on it. but she knew enough for herself now. She gave a small smile lightly, "yeah....it is..." she replied, "not to much, i couldn't afford." she grabbed her soda and took a sip, then setting it down on the table. grabbing a fry and eating it. She did pay enough to get it over her, along with her bike, and her sisters car. But she wasn't leaving it in america if she wasn't going back. she looked at her car and then back to the male sitting across from her. 

She grabbed another wedge and ate it, then grabbed her soda sipping it again. she wasn't sure she should be even speaking to this guy. but from what she could tell he looked intimidating but for some reason she didn't get that bad feeling from him. she shrugged her shoulders. "Figured a new start for me and my sister" she replied, "away from the states, why not Monaco."

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"Figured a new start for me and my sister" she replied, "away from the states, why not Monaco."

She wasn't very talkative, was she? Seemed like she was closing off and sealing up but Dom knew that all too well himself as of lately. It had only been the last few weeks that he had even come out of hiding and getting friendly with his crew again. Hell, even this was a feat he could mark in the books. Since when did he become the social butterfly and actually approach people out of his element? He would never have offered his advice to her  if this was just three weeks prior. So to hear her answers short and simple, not offering too much information, he could understand cause he was there. Hell, he was still there.

Now on the other hand, why not Monaco? Cause there were plenty of other places that she could have chosen. For example, Paris, London, Moscow, Madrid, Barcelona, and the other million cities ion the world. Monaco was extradition free though which means one could not get arrested for committing a crime in the states. Although, Interpol didn't necessarily agree with that and would create ways that they could arrest you legally.  which is why Dom and the crew were trying to keep a low profile here. Heron the other hand, what was she running from that would make her pick this place over all the others? What was she hiding? 

"I hear ya. Originally from L.A. myself and just couldn't take it much longer. Came here on vacation once and liked it, so became home" He took a bite from his sandwich and chewed slowly to savor the first bite. The other diner had better food all around, but this place served a really good roast beef sandwich. He'd give'em that much. He took a sip from his coke and looked the the chick, setting his sandwich down and using a napkin to wipe them. He then lifted his hand across the table for her to shake and introduce herself. "Where are my manners, the name's Dominic Toretto, but my friends call me Dom. " He shook her hand if it was offered and then picked up his sandwich again. Looking out the window to her Camaro, he turned back to her again, "You ever race it?"

I don't know where I'm going

But I know just where I've been

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Vanessa really didn't know anything about this guy, for her to be talking lightly about anything. She was always use to having her guard up, being protective of herself and her sister. She trusted no one in her life, but herself and her sister. She had no family to rely on. There were either dead or stuck in there own lives, and didn't give a shit about them. No one gave her a reason to trust them, it was always something. She was social but only to a point, when she felt liked she needed to be. But after it just being her and Celeste why not talk to someone. if not personal stuff about her car. or something close to it.

She had her reasons for choosing Monaco. She had already been to Paris, London and a few other places. But nothing stuck to her, she didn't like it. She wanted to head to Tokyo, for a bit. But decided against it. She knew Monaco was extradition, not that she cared. She didn't commit a crime back home, but her father might have before he died. She didn't know the whole story as to his death, all she heard was gangs, drugs, and money. All she was left with was a bunch a money from her fathers legal business. She really didn't want to stick around the USA. she was tired of it, and wanted something fresh. not to mention she didn't want to get caught up in whatever stuff her father had going on.


Not that she would tell someone she just met. She was protecting her sister. End of story. "From Philadelphia...moved to LA to finish high school" she replied, "but got tired of the states, father left me and my sister a ton of money, so we decided to get out." she brushed her hair out of her eyes, and grabbed her sandwich, taking a bite out of it. she took her time eating, but the sandwich did turn out good. she set her food down, immediately grabbing a napkin to wipe her mouth. she then grabbed her soda and taking a sip. 

Vanessa quickly wiped her hand one he introduces himself. Extending her hand to take his shaking it. Dominic Toretto....the name sounded so familiar before. She just couldn't figure out where she had heard it before. Somewhere around LA while she was living there with her dad. "Nice to meet you" she replied, "Vanessa Morrison...Everyone calls me Vee or in my sisters case nessa." she replied pulling her hand back. she grabbed another wedge eating it. she knew she heard his name before, she just couldn't put it together where and from whom. she brushed it off as she heard his question. She looked at her car and then turned back to look at Dom. "yeah...more then my fair share" she replied, "had some loses....but....nobody is perfect."  

Vanessa will admit to having her share of loses, but she wasn't a pro like alot of people out there. Even though she picked it up at a young age, she was more into fixing a car then anything. But races gave her that rush, the will to be free and for once in control of something in her life. she shrugged her shoulders as her gaze went back out the window to the car. 

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"yeah...more then my fair share" she replied, "had some loses....but....nobody is perfect."

He could relate to that when he first started, but then again, he learned the hard way how to win. But then again, that was his little secret and thus why he became the supposed "King" of LA. He didn't really like the title....., oh hell who was he kidding? He loved it. It made him feel alive, important, and on top. But he didn't let it go to his head as most racers did. He liked the cars, he liked working on them and he sure the hell liked winning, but there was more to his life than just racing. There was making that money and always looking for the bigger and better dollar. It was one of the reason that it brought him to Monaco. LA was nickle and diming compared to Monte Carlo. A 5 G race in LA was chump change around here with all the rich people looking for a thrill. It was nothing to see a 50K race around these parts or more. And if you knew all the right people with all the right connections, then you could easily be a millionaire in just a few short months if you had the car to do it with. Unfortunately, again, racing wasn't the only thing around here and a few million wasn't going to cover all the expenses for his entire crew to retire from. They'd need a much bigger pay out for that.

"But isn't that what we all strive to be?" he commented and then took a bite of his sandwich. Then came the coke to wash it down. "It doesn't pay to give up." He wasn't necessarily saying she was giving up but more so suggesting that she didn't. "In fact, there's a race coming up this weekend if your interested....so long as you have the cash. It's a 25K buy in, no pink, winner takes all and by looking at your car, you might stand a chance on the straight." he said offering her the info as bait. She didn't have to take it, but it was there if she wanted it. Dom slipped a potato wedge in his mouth and continued eating to let her think more on it. One glance to his phone and seeing the time, he was asking for a "TO GO" container and the check. He had to get that car back to the garage before the owner showed up to take it and it was already getting to be that time. He finished up his coke while the waitress brought him a container and the check. Reaching up, he slipped her pen out from her apron with a smile and wrote down his phone number on a napkin. He gave the waitress her pen back and the cash for the food. As she walked off, he slid the napkin over to Vee, "If you ever need some extra cash and want to race, let me know."

(Sorry its not much, but with neither of them really wanting to give much up just yet, it's hard to think of things to do and say. LOL )

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Vanessa smiled as she took another bite of her food, it was pretty good. she would have to get Celeste here to eat when they had the chance. to busy settling into this beautiful place. It wasn't like she was mad at herself for losing the few times she did. She could have done things differently. but who was she to complain of course. Not everyone was perfect, she lived and she learned from her past mistakes. Especially when it came to racing. She knew what not to do if she had raced the same person again. She grabbed her soda taking a sip of it. But she was more into racing for the cars. She just loved cars, fixing them. If she could she would build one of her own. Her one of a kind car that only she could have, maybe a few others if they paid well. She did good on her own though, she made more money then ever before. 

"trust me....its good to have some flaws" she replied, "i mean striving to be perfect isn't easy, cause your always gonna have someone who could do it better...thats my take." she just wanted to get better, she wasn't trying to be the best. although the feeling of being on top would be good. people wanting to surpass or try to be better then you. it was a challenged. "besides it's not in me to give up" she replied, "worked to hard to get where i am now, to just up and stop and give it up." she gave him a smile as she finished her sandwich, but still had wedges left over. she grabbed her drink washing the rest of it down. 

she listened as he brought up the race. She was interested, she had no idea of how to get back into racing here in Monaco. it was easy in London and the other places she was in. She had a few contacts, but Dom just made it easier for her. Her car was good, not great. Which is why she was going to go over it tomorrow. She would have to now considering she wanted it to be ready for the weekend if she was going to race. She had to get back into racing, she had been keeping herself a safe distance from races for some time now. but why not? she nodded her head. "i'll think about it" she replied, she had the cash for it. That she most definitely had on her. And it was a lot of money, but it was what her father left her.

she watched him for a second, as he was getting the "TO GO" container. she continued to sit, she wasn't in a rush. she watched as he wrote something down on it and slipped it to her. she looked to find a number written on the napkin. she looked up at him as he stood there. "thanks...for the food" she replied, "i will...thanks again." she took the container from the waitress and put her wedges inside of it. she didn't know what else to say. he was offering her a chance to get back into racing, and a way to make extra money. sooner or later she would have to start working again. she didn't just wanna live off the money her father left them.

she finished her soda, standing up as she grabbed her bag and her container. maybe she would show up this weekend. she needed to do this. she brushed her hair out of her face as she took out her car keys from her bag.

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"thanks...for the food" she replied, "i will...thanks again."

He watched her stand and did so as well. "No problem. Just make sure I see you if you show up." he said with a curious smile on his face. She could take it anyway she wanted and probably would too, but the reality of things is that buying her lunch.....she kinda owed him one without realizing it. If she was as good of a driver as she said she was, she might prove useful one day when he needed a favor. But he was going about this blindly by not taking her number and only giving her his. If she called, then he peaked her interest. If she didn't, it only cost him about eight bucks. No big deal.

"Take it easy." he said giving her a nod and walking out the door to his fancy Italian muscle car that wasn't even his. He looked to his watch again and seen he had 30 minutes to get to the garage before the owner was supposed to be there. If he was lucky, the owner would be one of those kind of people who were fashionably late for everything. Starting her up, he backed out and pulled away with only hopes the Vanessa would soon call. \

(Dom Out)