Trouble

Ch 2: Hawaii

A/N: Vegas motorcycle above!

Vega POV:

I got some curious looks when I pulled up to the location the guy had given me, Ignoring them I walked into the crowd of drunken idiots.

The cars here were gorgeous, not that it was a surprise we did live in the same town as a crime lord, it drove petty guys here like flies.

At least that meant the race would be good.

Walking through the crowd I ignored the occasional cat call, they would move on the the skimpier, easier girls after the realized the new one wasn't going to play.

No. I was interested in the cars. I knew the rules of these things, these guys freak when you touch their cars but I'm allowed to look.

The truth of the matter is a good car really is like a good woman, you can look..

but touching was a whole different story.

From the corner of my eye I noticed a group of women crowded around something, squealing and cooing.

Winner of a lot of races I assumed.

And where the winner is, a fantastic car was sure to be.

I walked toward the horde of women, only to realize that they were surrounding the actual car.

And there was a blonde man sitting on top its sleek black hood. 

He was attractive, with sun kissed skin and a stomp jawline.

Maybe not a winner.

Maybe they just liked his angel face.

I walked away.

~~ 

Angel face won. Weirdly enough.

And boy did these people love to party, drunken people were dancing on cars and dry humping on any available surface. 

But blondie was nowhere to be seen.

Weird.

I stared at the drink in my hand, and then it the stranger who wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

Didn't he notice I wasn't interested?

I never mingled with the criminal boys daddy wouldn't like it. It would break his heart.

I would never disappoint him like that.

"so baby, I haven't seen you around."

I pursed my lips, fingernails drumming on the makeshift wooden bar, "I just moved her."

He grinned, "how lucky...Filipino I'm guessing? no amount in the sun can give that olive skin and pretty cheekbones."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, "i'm half Hawaiian. and my skin is considered fair by those standards thank you."

He shrugged it off, "same difference point is, you, baby are gorgeous."

fingers stroked my arm and his eyes life me face.

What a charmer this one.

"so fucking gorgeous."

"And you're so fucking dumb if you think Hawaii here wants to be near you."

Charmer made a weird face, "what does Hawaii have to do with the fillipino hottie?"

I huffed, "did you listen to a word I  said?"

"did you ask me to go have sex in the back of your car?"

I shot him a blank look, "I drive a motorcycle."