Dom coming up to San Francisco for her race against the Vegas boys that had come into town had been a fantastic addition. Not only did he get the chance to experience the races in her city but he'd also had the chance to meet the rest of her family. And any nervousness she might've felt about him meeting them was unwarranted because naturally, they'd gotten along just fine.
It helped that Austin, Blake and herself had spoken highly about him and his family.
As anticipated, the race against the boys from Vegas had been as easy as she expected and she'd walked away with the pink slips of her new Mustang. Much to the chagrin of the guy she'd won them off of. Why he wanted a car detailed with pink was anyone's guess but what she was running under the hood was likely worth the paint job.
Her previous races with and against Dom had probably helped. Something even Don and Ricky had mentioned and seemed proud to see.
True to his word, Dom had driven the car back to Don's and after some deliberation, she'd decided it was likely worth having a car to use in Los Angeles. Considering her relationship with Dom and how quickly she could get a flight to and from LA from San Francisco, it was worth having a car there without spending hours on the road.
She took a few days off early the next week and decided to drive back with Dom.
This is how she found herself in his bed early Monday morning and being woken up by the sound of doors slamming downstairs and yelling for Mia.
Les had felt him leave with a kiss on her forehead but hadn't thought too much of it. She was used to it over the years - the guys had done it often enough when they went out to help with the neighborhoods during any unwanted gang activity.
So the yelling and the doors slamming had her wide awake within seconds and jumping out of bed, wearing a pair of boxers and a tank top.
"What's going on," she asked, rushing down the stairs, seconds after Mia. "Who's hurt?"