Alane was a street racer, one of the best actually. It was in her blood she was a Toretto. She followed in her uncle Dom's footsteps down to a tee. She was known for her high speed heist, regular heist, and her connections. Her and her crew originally started of just being street racers and career criminals with a long record of in and out of jail for all kinds of crimes. The two of you meet through one of her undercover jobs. She got some information out of you about your boss. Since then, you two have been inseparable

Tonight, once again was race night. Alane was on the street racing three other people. There were no rules, anything was possible as long as it was fair. The loser gave up their car, that was normally bet. Halfway to the finish line one of the drivers tried to run Alane off the road. She spun out and her front tired blew up. She speeds up and started driving backwards. Obviously, she finishes first. The huge crowd crowds around her and her car, she stepped out of it. There was a gash on her forehead, close to her hairline. There was still a smile on her face despite the blood dripping down her face. The pissed off driver who had just lost was holding out his keys to Alane. She looked at the keys and at the drivers face and smiled. She pushed the keys back against the driver's chest, which drove the crowd wild

She normally never kept the cars after she had won the race. Depending on how she was feeling she would either sell it, use it for parts, or let them keep their car