Destiny Gomez enjoyed being unseen as a teenager. She knew her way around the garage and definitely enjoyed it but preferred to have her nose in a book instead of going to parties and street races. All of that changed in college. She left Los Angele...
When I closed my door I heard something that resembled Dom telling Vince, your sister is gonna drive me crazy. And the possible brotherly response of, yeah, she's crazy. I love my brother but one of these days I'm gonna hurt him, it's a given. After a quick shower, I changed into a white tank top, jean shorts, and white sneakers with some colored details on the sides. I just put my hair into a tail and finished.
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"What are you still doing here?" I asked the two men who were sitting on my sofa.
"Waiting for you." Vince said.
"Why?"
"Breakfast." Dom smiled.
"I said I was going to get breakfast and I'd take something to the garage for you, no one invited you to my solo meal."
"I invited us." Vince smiled.
"I'm gonna shoot you." I smiled.
"That's creepy." Dom said, getting up and walking to the front door. "Are we eating or not, cause I'm hungry."
"Ugh, let's go." I said, smiling when Dom poked my side as I walked by him.
"Where exactly are you going to get this car?" Vince asked when we sat down at the table.
"To a friend." I smiled.
"What friend?" Dom asked.
"None of both of your business friend." I replied.
"Destiny." Vince stated.
"Vincent." I replied.
"I'm going with you." he said.
"The hell you are! You're going to work and I'm gonna go get my car alone and then I'll go to the garage to drop it off and you can bring me home, Dom." I said.
"Wait, I only like part of that." he said.
"Too bad, that's all you're getting today." I smiled at him.
"Why the hell won't you take me?" Vince asked.
"Because I'm more than capable of doing shit on my own and I don't need big brother Hulk there to mess up my business."
"Gentlemen, what can I do for you today?" the waitress asked, putting her best flirty act on.
"Des, what do you want?" Vince asked.
"You first." Dom said, not even looking up at her.
"French toast with strawberries." I said, smiling again when she glared at me.
"Right ... and you two, what can I get for you?"
After taking their orders and glaring at me again she walked away. I just burst out laughing.
"If there's spit or hair in my breakfast, I'm eating one of yours." I said.
