Title: If I Told You
Author: Me
Rating: R
Fandom: XOVER SWAT & TFATF
Pairing: Street/Letty; eventual Dom-Letty-Street ANGST! triangle!
Disclaimer: I get nothin' outta this...Only character I own is Letty's baby.
Summary: After the heists, they’d all gone to prison—all except for Dom and Mia. Mia hadn’t had a part in the heists and Dom had bailed out to God-only-knew-where. Inspired by Idina Menzel's If I Told You. This song inspired the title..read the lyrics, it'll make sense as the story progresses. Review me & i'll give you a cookie (more story).

Chapter One: Tabula Rasa

After the heists, they’d all gone to prison—all except for Dom and Mia. Mia hadn’t had a part in the heists and Dom had bailed out to God-only-knew-where.

Letty’d been pregnant in the beginning of her prison sentence—gave birth in the prison ward and everything. Mia’d been granted custody, bringing Isabella with her when she visited. It pained Letty to look at her baby and see Dominic’s eyes, but it hurt her more knowing that Dom wouldn’t see his daughter grow up. She’d been home a week when Mia finally brought up the subject of the garage. Isabella, Mia’s niece and the center of Letty’s world—was asleep.

“Lett, we gotta talk,” Mia said, sitting down across from her.

“What about it?” Letty asked, staring at the beer bottle in front of her.

“We’re gonna lose the garage, Letty.” Mia said grimly. “We can’t keep running our lives—” Letty cut her off.

“I know, Mia. I know we’re gonna lose everything if we don’t start cleanin’ up how we do things, aight?” Letty said, finally looking up to meet Mia’s eyes. “It was your brother’s fucking fault we’re in this mess in the first goddamn place!” her voice fell quiet as she finished, “It’s his fault my daughter’s almost deaf.”

“So what do you suggest we do about it?” Mia asked, her voice hushed.

“The only thing we can do,” Letty said solemnly. “Start from the ground up.”

Two weeks later, Team Toretto—or what was left of it—had taken the state of the garage’s finances and actually managed to get the garage a clean slate.

@ @ @ @ @ @

“Look, man, I don’t give a damn who told you that you could get free Nitrous installation here, but we don’t do that shit anymore!” this was what the shop’s only other customer first heard upon walking into the Toretto Auto Shop.

“Look, you bitch, I didn’t come all the way from Inglewood to goddamn Echo Park for no goddamn reason!” The man shouted back at her. Letty looked ready to blow the guy’s head off.

“I don’t CARE where you came from, GET THE HELL outta here!” Letty roared, picking up the baseball bat she kept behind the counter.

“I’d like to see you try and use that thing, baby.” In a split second as soon as the words left the man from Inglewood’s mouth, the other man had the him pinned to the countertop.

“I don’t know how they do things in Inglewood, but in the City of Angels, when a lady tells you to get outta her place,” Street growled at the man, “It MEANS get the fuck outta there!” The man scrambled out of the garage upon being released. Letty was none too happy about the man’s interference.

“WHAT the hell did you do that for?!” Letty snapped, slamming the baseball bat onto the counter.

“Looked like you needed some help,” the man replied.

“I had that under control.” She snapped at him scowling heavily.

“So that’s why you reached for the baseball bat, eh?” There was laughter in the man’s voice.

“You got a reason for bein’ here or are you just tryin’ to waste my time, man?” Letty demanded of him, glancing at her wrist to check the time. “I got a kid waitin’ for me at home.”

“I was actually going to inquire about the job opening this place supposedly had, but if YOU are what I’d be dealing with, I might have to reconsider my other options,” The man said.

“You don’t seem the mechanic type.” Letty bit out.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” The man asked, laughing.

“You look too…” Letty trailed off, searching for the right word.

“Too what, ma'am?” His eyes were teasing her, making her nervous.

“Too fuckin’ smart to be a damned mechanic.” Letty shot back. “Who the hell are you, anyway?” She could feel the blush rising to her cheeks.

“Jim Street, former S.W.A.T. officer.” Letty cocked her head at this response.

“Former?” She repeated, questioning, “the hell’d you do to become a former S.W.A.T. officer?”

“Long story.” Street said, “Don’t think I caught your name.”

“Leticia Reyes.” She said, before adding quickly, “Letty. My friends call me Letty.” Street nodded, taking in the information.

“So, Ms. Reyes,” He said, “you still need that mechanic?” Letty laughed and rolled her eyes before answering.

“What the hell,” She said, “you can’t be any worse than the last guy we hired…”

He sure won't just be a mechanic for long.

Chapter Two: Could Be You

“Mia, Mia, the sonofabitch is HOOOOTTTTTT!!!!!” Letty squealed later that night as the two women unwound with a glass of wine.

“What about Dom?” Mia asked carefully. Letty snorted.

“What bout the fucker??” she asked, her indifference obvious in her voice.

“How're you gonna explain this to him?!” Mia asked, her persistence besting her.

“Ugh. Look here, that pendejo you call your brother left me to go wherever, he's hot.” Letty stated firmly. “You understand? I realised I can sooooo do better. ’s like, kick rocks bitch.”

“Took ya long enough.” Mia said under her breath. Letty heard it, of course.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Letty demanded.

“It took you eight years to get over him. Sure, i like the idea of you bein' a part of this family, but NOT if it meant my asshole of a brother got to walk all over you.” Mia ranted, for the first time that Letty could remember clearly. “You've been around too long; family's family.” Letty smiled at her, thankful that someone was on her side.

“So you like Jimmy?”

“He ain’t ugly, I’ll give you that.” Mia said, resisting the urge to laugh. “You know V & Leon are gonna give him hell when they get home, though, right?”

“They pull any shady shit, they’re gonna have to deal with me,” Letty said, trying to sound scary but failing miserably and chalking it up to the effects of being a mother.

“So what, you see this guy as more than just your new mechanic?” Mia asked, already having a slight idea as to the answer.

“I like him…haven’t felt like this in a long time, Mia.” Letty sighed, “I don’t think I ever have...”

“So, this is more than you just, like, lashing out at Dominic?” Mia asked, “You gonna tell him about Isabella?”

“I’m not gonna stoop down to his level, Mia.” Letty said, reiterating what she thought she’d already made clear. “Y’know, I haven’t even thought about him…” she said, becoming momentarily distracted by thoughts of Street, “Tell who?”

“Either of them! Dom's gonna come back eventually; maybe not today, tomorrow or the day after that, but you know he's gonna come back to L.A..” Mia said.

Leave it to her to be the voice of reason, Letty thought, listening to Mia regardless.

“If you have feelings for this guy, how's Bella gonna affect it?”

“I'm not going to deny him his rights Mia.” Letty said, resisting the urge to knock sense into Mia, who should’ve known her better by now, “Besides, Jim already knows. I don't want a commitment, or a relationship…it's not like I wanna jump his bones, well maybe a little but,” she sighed, fighting the surfacing of a smile. “I like him. Period. I like him for him, his company.”

“You sure about that?” Mia asked, watching as Letty slowly blushed. “Come on. Admit it already. You want him!”

“Who in their right minds wouldn't?!” Letty shot back, bursting into hysterical laughter.

“Any hints that he might be at least attracted to you? Like from the interview--if there WAS one--?” Again, Letty shrugged.

“I dunno, I just get this…vibe.” She reasoned, “But I just wanna feel it out. Whatever happens, happens.”

“You said he got that asshole from Inglewood to leave, after we couldn’t get him to leave for a WEEK.” Mia said slowly, “You’re tellin’ me that didn’t piss you off, even a little bit?”

“Yeah, at first,” Letty said slowly, “but come on! He helped.”

“You wouldn’t have even let Leon or V try to help.” Mia said, her voice turning sing-song, “Somebody's in lo-ove!” she sang, laughing.

“Oh, come on, Susy Homemaker,” Letty said, laughing despite herself. “He’s too HOT for his own good!”

“Hector’s gonna run this guy into the ground, ya know.” Mia said, laughter subsiding. “He's been tryin' to get you to go out with him for ever...even when you were with Dom.”

“I don’t like the fucker, he can keep tryin’.” Letty said, “I don’t know why your brother never used him as dirt to walk on. Literally.” This caused mia to burst into laughter all over again.

@ @ @ @ @ @

“Hey, yo, Mia!” Vince said, tilting his beer back, “What’s up with the Grease Queen over there?” Mia smiled.

“Girl’s in love.”

“I’m gonna fucking KILL Hector, goddamnit!” Vince snarled, getting up from his chair.

“What makes you think it’s Hector?” Mia asked, stalling Vince at the door. Vince looked at her like she was crazy.

“The fuck are you talkin’ about, Mia?” He asked, not in the mood for Mia’s manipulatively confusing mind games.

“Just watch her while we’re at the garage next coupla days, kay?” Mia said, ruffling the hair on top of Vince’s head. At the impact of her touch, Vince felt like he’d been shocked.

“Dom’s gonna kill this asshole, you know that.” He called after Mia.

“He’ll have to find the balls to come back first,” Mia called over her shoulder.

Three days later, the garage was functioning in full-swing. Letty had allowed Vince and Leon to partner up like they had in the old days, leaving her to pair off with Street.

Letty enjoyed being around Jim Street. He was so much different from Dom it almost made her head spin. Where Dom was the king of the street and everyone knew it, Street was more subtle and had a relaxed air about him.

Around Jim Street, Letty was free of the constant nagging in her head, so she was able to enjoy herself and her life. She knew she loved Dominic but she knew that the need to find herself trumped the fact that she loved Dom through and through. The difference between Dom and Street was that Street didn’t demand anything of her, aside from being happy.

Jim's good for her. He'll help her find herself.
Not get in the way, but make her see her worth.

Chapter Three: Do It Already!

Letty and Jim were working on an Evo import, both up to their elbows in grease. Every time he reached for a tool, his arm brushed against hers, making her lose concentration.

“Ya know, you never said where you learned to work on cars like this,” Letty said, wiping her arm across her sweaty brow.

“You never exactly asked, Lett,” Street laughed.

“’M askin’ now, Mr. I-Used-to-be-S.W.A.T.” Letty replied sarcastically.

“My uncle had an auto shop; used to hang around there all the time,” Street answered.

“Guess that makes two of us,” Letty said quietly, “Mia’s dad used to own this place, then it was—” she stopped, debating whether to use ‘my ex’ or ‘her brother’. “Her big brother’s place.”

“Whose is it now?” Street asked, nodding as he processed the information. “He still around?”

“We dont really know where Dom is.” Letty said, pausing. “I guess you could say it's mine, now. Seemed a shame to sell it.”

“And..? Did he pass it on to you?” Street asked, “Are you two together or something?”

“Why? You interested or somethin?” Letty laughed, sighing. “He skipped town about a year and a half ago…stuff happened, people went upstate, relationships ended and…families started.

“Kinda stupid of him if you ask me.” Street muttered.

“Why’s ‘at?” Letty asked, brow cocked.

“He would just leave his family, his child…his wife. Just doesn’t seem right; not in my head anyway.” Street explained, hoping he made sense.

“I’m not his wife.” Letty stated calmly, hiding the hurt she felt at her own words. “And what makes you think Bella’s his, anyway?”

“I’m pretty sure she’s his; you don’t seem the type to whore around is all.” Street answered, mirroring Letty’s cocked head.

“You do know I live with two other guys, right?” Letty said, “And you’re right…I’m not the type to whore around…that was Dom’s job.”

“I asked around,” Street mumbled, shrugging.

“Why all the questions then, man?” Letty pressed, “You interested or somethin’?”

“Went to Racer’s Edge,” Street said, “Harry said no one got to you; ever—”

“Harry likes to talk.” Letty interjected defensively.

“…That he wouldn’t let anyone.”

“He?! He WHO?!” Letty demanded, remembering several times when she’d deliberately flirted with other men to get under Dom’s skin.

“Dominic.” Street said flatly. “…said you were…to be looked at, but not touched.” He continued, “’s why i know she's his.”

“Do I look like i'm the "trophy" type? if you're interested, make your move already, goddamnit!” Letty snapped, as much amazed as she was aggravated that a guy could be that sensitive about it. She cringed at the word.

“I don’t wanna intrude. I don’t know what you two were like together.” He said calmly. It only made Letty blush ten shades of red.

“D’you see a ring on my finger?”

“No, but I see you’re still around; you have his child, and I’m pretty sure he’s gonna come back for what he thinks is still his.” Street said, almost rambling. “Doesn’t seem the type you should mess with.”

“You’re right, I am still around. I’m still here because I owe the Toretto family that much after all they’ve done for me.” Letty explained. “’Bella’s Mia’s niece. Mi doesn’t know much about running a garage, much less working on cars. Isabella’s almost two years old; Dom's been gone that long. If he does come back, that's not an automatic forgive-me card.” Jim nodded.

“You might feel differently when he comes back.” Street protested.

“Lemme tell ya, man, the only way I’d have waited for him is if I’d had a ring on my finger before he left.” Letty said.

“I like you, Letty. I do.” Street began, “I just don’t want you to think that…you know, I want a piece of ass. I like your company; I like you as a person. Doesn’t hurt that you’re a real looker,” he finished, smiling.

“For the last time, man!” Letty cried, exasperatedly, “if you’re gonna do somethin’, DO it already!” Street stalked over to her and kissed her, full-on yet softly. She kissed him back, savoring the moment.

“Ya know, I been wantin’ to do that since I hired your slow ass.” Letty mumbled against his lips. Street wrapped his arms around Letty’s neck and shoulders as he kissed her back.

“I could get used to this.” She rasped.

“You’re not the only one,” Street smiled as Letty kissed him harder, almost teasing him, daring him to continue.

“God…I been missin that all this time?” she muttered, kissing him harder and rougher. “You taste like…I don’t know what it is but I like it.”

“Didn’t wanna seem like a jerk; you know, moving too fast…” Street groaned, running his hands through her hair.

“You ain’t gettin’ laid tonight, if that’s what you’re after,” Letty said, kissing him again, “but you can do that more often.”

“You wish,” Street laughed, kissing her cheek. To his surprise, Letty pulled away from him, their eyes meeting, clearly confused by the affectionate act.

“Why’d you do that?” she whispered.

“Do what?” He met her gaze, rubbing her cheek.

“That.” Letty answered, leaning into his hand, enjoying the sensation of his skin on hers.

“I just kissed you is all; I do something wrong?” Letty shrugged.

“Depends. You gonna stop doin’ that if I say no?”

“Nope.”
“Dom was never the...affectionate...kind.” Letty explained, “the whole kiss-on-the-cheek just caught me off guard is all.” Street smiled at her, kissing her nose, eyelids and her neck. Letty pulled him back to face her, kissing his lips.

“You always this kiss-y?” she laughed, mostly to herself.

“Gonna have to get used to it.” Street said.

“’M not complainin...but you ARE gonna have to tell me what the hell makes you kissin' me so damn addictive.”

“You taste good…” he paused, hearing footsteps, turning his head while still holding Letty.

“What the HELL is goin' on in here?” Vince demanded.

“Chill V…consider Dominic Toretto old news…” Street turned to face her.

“You want me to go?” he asked as Vince left, growling to himself.

“Nah, he’ll get over it.” Street grabbed her hand and pulled her behind him.

“C’mon. we still gotta finish this piece of shit car.” Letty caught him off guard and pulled him back for one last kiss before getting to work on the car.

“So, what is it? Some sorta candy? What?”

“What?” Street laughed.

“What the hell makes you kissing me so damn addictive?”

“S'just plain 'ol me.” Street said, smiling.

“Uh-huh...sure. 'm gonna keep you to m'self if it kills me...” Letty said.

“Plannin' to sticking to you like a leach anyways…” Street retorted, seriously. Letty looked down at her watch, cursing.

“Dammit. Mia's probly wonderin' where I am...the one day I cant find a damned sitter...she's got class.”

“You mind if I tag along? I'd like to see Bella.”

“Sure, why not?”

“Okay, then, let’s close up.” Street said, wiping his hands on a grease rag. “Will Vince be there?”

“Don’t know…if you’re lucky, he’ll have gone off to bother one of Hector’s girls.” Letty said, snorting.

“Is he the whoring around type?”

“You could say that,” Letty said, “V wants Mia, but she's not particularly interested...”

“Really, I don’t see Mia goin’ for his type.” Street said, sarcastically.

“She had a thing for him when we were younger, but he…was blind to it…now the tables have turned.” Letty explained, trying not to laugh.

“Kinda funny.”

“What’s that?”

“Just the way she dosen't even look at him twice, and him being all into her.” Street said quietly.

“Well, he's payin' for it now.” Letty said, climbing into the car and revving the engine. “Kinda like Dom will be if he ever comes back...” Street reached over and rubbed Letty’s knee softly.

“Don’t worry about it…” he said softly. “Don't worry about it…all that matters is your baby and that your both happy.” Letty smiled and sighed softly.


“A few years ago you'd have lost that arm for doin' that, but now you're allowed.” Letty said, half serious.

“Well, don’t I feel lucky?”

“I dunno, do you?” Street nodded. “Things haven’t been easy. Now I like the way they’re goin’ now.”

“Makes two of us, I guess.”

“’m hungry, wanna order pizza?” Street asked, “What does Bella like?”

“She's about to start teething,” Letty groaned, “so she's putting anything and EVERYTHING she can find in her mouth.”

“Ouch…the place I order from has great stuff. They have nice peach cobbler, maybe she'll like mashed potatoes...apple sauce.”

“Alright, long as you're payin' for it.” Letty laughed. “But you MIGHT wanna order enough for five people...so Vince won't have a cow if we don’t feed him. If they’re not at the house, they'll eat whatever's left.”

“No problem....I'll even order him his own pizza, dosen't seem like the type to share.”

“Ya got that right. You shoulda seen what he did to the last guy that hit on Mia.”

“Nothing too nice i'm guessing.”

“Aside from tryin to kick the guy's ass? Nah.”

“Bet Mia'd like to have a go at Vince herself.”

“Maybe in her own way…” Letty shrugged. “but Mia’s temper is more controlled than Dom’s was…” Street nodded.

“She seems like a really sweet person.”

“A little too quick to trust, but yeah, she is.” Letty agreed. “'s gonna make one hella nurse one day; or a doctor, if she ever makes up her mind.”

“She wants to be a doctor?? wow, it fits her. wanting to help people.”

“You gonna sit there and listen to me ramble the whole way home or are you gonna actually order the food?”

“I guess I’m not the only one who wants to eat.” Street laughed.

“You’ve never had to make Vince wait when he’s “starving.” Street pulled out his phone and dialed the restaurant.

“Done. It'll be 45 minutes. Hope you can wait.”

“I can…hopefully Vince can too.” They arrive at the house, finding Mia’d already left. Inside, Vince and Leon were playing with Bella. “Vince what did I tell you about throwin' her up in the air like that?!” She turned to street. “C’mon, Street...kitchen's through here…safer in there anyway.” He followed close behind.

Hope Vince dosen't make a big deal outta things.

Chapter Four: Dirty Little Secrets

“Ya know, you keep stickin’ to me like a leech around V, he’s gonna use it to his advantage.” Letty said, leaning against the far counter.

“What d’you mean, his advantage?” Jim asked, not really following the conversation.

“Guy’s been a fuckin’ bully all his life. Who knows, maybe that’s what Mia liked about him when we were younger.” Letty explained.

“Does anyone put him in his place?” Jim asked, laughing lightly. “He look up to anyone?”

“He was Dom’s lapdog…for years.” Letty said solemnly. “Did whatever the hell Dom told him to, worshipped the asshole, believe it or not. Dom controlled him, like V was his fuckin’ lackey, but don’t tell him I said that.” He nodded.

“So now he’ll pick on anyone.” Jim said, more to himself than to her. “I should be having some fun pretty soon.”

“What d’you mean?” Letty asked, laughing as she kissed him gently. “What’re you gonna do, man?”

“He’s gonna be tryin’ to bust my balls now; wouldn’t like me bein’ with his best friend’s girl…”

“Yeah, and?” Letty laughed. “I’ve seen your biceps; you could kick his ass no problem!” she laughed again, kissing him gently, becoming slightly more aggressive.

Jims arms snaked around her, returning the kiss.

“How long did you say we had till the food got here?” Letty laughed.

“’Bout forty-five minutes, why?” Jim asked as Letty pulled him into a stronger kiss, her hands knotting gently in his hair.

“That's why…”

“I got no problem with that…” Jim murmured, biting her lip gently.

“You’re gonna have to keep the hair, Street…” Letty rasped, “makes you hella sexy.” She spoke, kissing him again.

“Really now?” he asked, a devious look in his eye. “Might have to grow it out.”

“Nah, nah…leave it.”

“Whatever you say…” he answered, leaning her against the counter, softly kissing her .

Her hands moved to the hemline of his shirt, pulling on it slightly as his feet moved further apart and his hand cradling the back of her head. She pulled away as she was finally able to get his shirt over his head.

“Good god…so gorgeous.” She rasped.

Street was panting, his eyes locked on Letty’s as he pulled her face towards his, crushing his lips to hers.

Street moved to pull away when the doorbell rang, but Letty held on to him.

“Food’s here!” Vince’s voice was what finally made them pull apart, panting. Street grabbed his shirt from the floor and put it on again.

“Almost got caught.” Letty laughed.

“Wouldn’t be so bad, would it?” she laughed again, stealing one last kiss before Vince came into the kitchen carrying the food.

Street shook his head, smiling yet feeling slightly embarrassed.

“You’ll be lucky if she don't start gropin' ya under the table durin' dinner.” Vince said, laughing as Jim turned a dozen shades of red and Letty blushed—a rare occurrence in the house.

Halfway through dinner, Vince’s cell rang.

“Hello?” he said over chewing his food.

“Hey, V.”

“Who dis?”

“Who the fuck do you think it is?!” the caller roared. “It’s Dominic.” he looked around the table at the curious faces and turned to Letty.

“’Scuse me, girl.” His chair scraped against the wood floor of the rarely-used dining room.

Stepping outside, Vince was glad they hadn’t eaten outside for once. The picnic table wasn’t big enough to seat everyone comfortably at their present numbers.

“What the fuck are you callin' me for after 2 years?!” Vince growled into the phone, careful to keep his voice low incase Mia or Letty had decided to eavesdrop.

“I can't call you now?”

“’s a little late, don’t you think?”

“Well I heard the heat died…decided to come back.” Vince scoffed to himself, not believing what he was hearing. “Where are you?”

“Here.” Leave it to Dom to be cryptic.

“Dammit Dom! don’t get smart with me you sonofabitch!”

“I’m in LA.”

“Where?! Give me a location.”

“At Harry’s.”

“What the hell do you want from me?” Vince ground out..

“I wanna know how Mia is…how my girl is…how my kid is.” Vince felt his stomach lurch. “How you are.”

“H-how d’you know about her?” Vince asked, paling though Dom couldn’t see it.

“Harry was telling Edwin not to say anything when he thought I wasn't listening. They weren't lying?” By now Vince was cursing himself for opening this particular can of worms.

“Look, brother, it's a LONG story. God, I dont have the patience for this...she's gonna shoot me for this one as it is!”

“How is she?”

“Which 'she', brother? There's 3 of 'em now; Mia, Lett and the kid.” Vine countered, trying to avoid the subject.

“You know who the fuck I'm talking about Vince.”

“Your kid or your girl, man?”

“Letty.” Dom bit out. “How. Is. She.”

“She's fine, man. No worse for wear.” Vince answered, becoming more and more stressed by the moment.

“Heard you got a new mechanic, and apparently she's best friends with him now.”

You dont konw the half of it, man. Vince thought before speaking.

“Yeah, you could say that. Dude used to be S.W.A.T.” he said, bracing himself for Dom’s inevitably predictable reaction.

“Another fucking goddamn good for nothing cop?!”

“HE'S NOT A COP.” Vince roared back at his former friend. “Seriously. He got kicked out or somethin'.”

“Are you fucking sure?” Dom asked, not believing a word Vince was saying. “Look what happened with Spilner?”

“hell if I know and fuck me if I care.”

“I know you don't want what happened before to happen again.” Dom spoke slowly, clearly. “How's Bella? She walking?”

“If you can call it that.” Vince answered, laughing. “she’s puttin’ everything she can get her hands on in her mouth. Lett & Mia both say she's gonna teeth soon.”

“Ouch, she's a handful isn't she?” Vince nodded but again Dom couldn’t see it.

“But she’s one hella kid.”

“Does she look like her?” Dom asked, somberness overtaking his tone.

“’cept for the eyes.” Vince said, “she’s got your eyes.”

“I fucked up big time.” Dom said, mentally kicking himself. “Shouldn't have happened that way. Thank You, Vince. For bein’ there.”

“A year and a half later…”

“I know, I know.” Dom answered, becoming comfortable with the direction the conversation had taken. “How’s Leon?”

“Lookin’ for someone’s ass to kick for Jesse’s death.”

“How is he? Is he okay?”

“Like I said, good ‘cept for wantin’ to kill you for his boy dyin’.”

“Easy way to handle that Vince.” Dom said. “You really think it's my fault?”

“I didn't say that. 'S what he thinks. I heard from Mia it was Johnny that shot him.”

“Who the fuck told him to up against Tran? It wasn't you and it wasn't me.”

“I dunno…wasn’t Le either.”

“That was the worst thing he coulda done.”

“He’s not that stupid.”

“He didn't tell him no either.” Dom answered. “Or come to either of us and tell us
before shit got outta hand.”

“Yeah, well, Lance wound up with a broken nose from Letty’s right hook after that brawl either way…

“Y’know what coulda happened to her?!” Dom roared, “To you? Tran and them are sick, you know that…”

“Look, brother, I really shouldn’t be tellin’ you this…” Vince started, figuring he might as well tell Dom everything.

“What?”

“The wreck hurt Lett more than we knew.” Vince said quickly.

“What? What happened?”

“She’s gonna kill me for tellin’ you. Issy…she had a twin. Boy didn’t make it.” Vince said, feeling anger welling up inside himself. “…Stillborn or some shit. Letty don’t know all the details, but…she’ll tell you when she feels it’s right.”

“WHAT!!” Vince held the phone away from his ear. “sonofa....” silence followed.

“Dom…Dominic. It wasn't your fault. There was no way to know she was pregnant before that heist.”

“I shoulda, V.” Dom said, “She said she…she said she felt sick, but she didn’t wanna go to the doctor. I should have made her.”

“She hated doctors, man. Still does.”

“That doesn’t matter. I was supposed to take care of her.” Dom said, wanting to kill something.

“...had to sedate her...”

“What?” Dom whispered.

“When she was in labor, man. She freaked when the doctors came in, wouldn't listen to anyone, not even Mia...they're both fine, now. Bella & Lett are fine.”

“I should have been there. For her, for you; for them…” a series of crashes followed.

“What the hell are you doin', brother?!”

“Nothin’…” he was angry, about to burst.

“Brother, CHILL. The Trans are dead. Letty's safe, she's fine...” Vince said, “Look, she's supposed to see harry tomorrow. be there and you might get to see her again.

“What time? She bringin’ Bella?”

“Don’t know…late afternoon. Five or somethin’. Yeah, Bella should be with her.”

“Good.” Dom’s breathing was normal now. “You busy tomorrow? You, I mean?”

“I’m workin, brother.”

“How's your arm?”

“Wasn’t as bad as he made it sound…shotgun wound was worse. Hurt like a fucker in rehab.”

“Can still use it though?” Dom asked. “Who the fuck am I gonna wrestle when we're drunk?”

“Yeah right, man.” Vince snorted. “Try gettin' wasted in that house now...ain't nothin' in there but Mia's pansy-ass drinks.”

“What, fuckin’ Snapple?”

“No more Corona, man.”

“Ouch. How the fuck are you still breathing?”

“'s what I got hector for, man.” V said, laughing.”

“So instead of beer bottles, it's bottles.” Dom laughed back. “Can't wait to see her.”

“Kid's off formula about a year now, man…”

“Good to know.”

“Thank god,” Vince grumbled. “think she liked chuckin' that damn bottle at me a little too much…”

“Last time I baby sat, it was your baby cousin. Remember?” Dom laughed. “We got scared and ended up calling 911…what were we like 19?”

“Kid trashed the house; my aunt wanted to cut your dick off, man. Letty STILL might.”

“Like you weren’t scared.”

“Oh, like you’re mister DAD!” Vince shot back.

“Will be soon.”

“Yeah, if Letty don’t kill you first…” V scoffed. “She probably still thinks i know where you were.”

“She been giving you shit for it?”

“Eh…only when I didn’t answer those blocked calls. Bitch ranted for hours how it coulda been you…”

“Sorry brother.” Dom said. “I’ll make it up to you. Shit…gotta make it up to her.”

“You oughta focus more on Lett & makin up to her.” Vince said. “You got MAJOR ass kissin' to do with her, man.”

“Like I don’t know that.” Dom said. “What about Mia? She goin’ to school still?”

“Finally in med school.”

“My baby sister finally in med school. Good for her.”

“Said she’d kill you if you fucked things up for her again.” V said, holding back a snicker.

“I’m sure she will. But i'm not planning on that.” Dom said.

WOW!! I like this!!.. more please...=)

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...i want more........i want to read letty reaction when she see dom

i'll get more up ASAP. my partner's abandoned interest in this particular work. oh well. c'est la vie...

~*Mimi*~

Yay!!!!!!
*sing song voice* Dom's back!!!

look what the cat dragged in!

's possible the quality of this fic might decrease after the next upcoming chapter, but i'll do my best to keep it up to par, lol.

~*Mimi*~

:P

so you caught that, did you, kari, dear?

god, first you, now Vxn...geez.

lol. what can i say, i've got a flare for the dramatic, muahaha!

:ph43r:

Yeah, we've noticed.

then my job is done!

wait. who's more drama-oriented, me or Jen??

Tough choice really....hmmmm.
Maybe if we had more updates from her I'd be able to compare.
But both are completely different writers, both talented, but there's a big difference in the way you express your self through your writting.

that causes drama all by itself, don't it?

angst b/c we dont know what the hell's goin' on

tension b/c we're impatient little buggers.

yeah, with my writing, you can tell when shit's hitting the fan and when i can actually hear myself think.

there's drama comin' up in the fics when i'm havin' crazy chaos in my life and it's all good and fluffy in fics when there's NOT chaos goin' down, lol.

Chapter Five: BUSTED!

As it turned out, Dominic had been calling Harry, who’d been keeping tabs through Vince. That was the first time Dom had contacted anybody on the team directly.

As a result, Harry was a knot of nerves. He knew Dom was going to be pissed off when he found out that Harry had known about Jim and had neglected to say anything about it.

The next afternoon, as predicted, Letty and Isabella were indeed at Racer’s Edge around five o’clock.

Bella was in Letty’s arms as Letty and Harry conferred about something, Dom didn’t know what when he walked in.

Since she was facing the rear of Letty, Bella saw Dom first, somehow knowing who the bald man entering the shop was. Letty turned to see why Bella was fussing and was shocked to come face to face with Dominic himself.

“Dom.” her voice came out shocked, almost choked.

“My God, it’s true…”

“It’s kinda hard to hide a pregnancy at Race Wars, Dominic.” Letty said, laughing awkwardly, trying to relieve the sudden tension. Dominic’s gaze moved back and forth between Letty and Bella.

“She’s mine…”

“First and only…” Letty said, shifting Bella’s weight in her arms. He moved towards them, arms outstretched, causing Bella to whimper—loudly.

“Slow your roll, Toretto. She's never seen you before; doesn’t know you well.” Letty said, making soft shushing noises to her daughter.

“She look like you,” he said, brows burrowing as he nodded.

“She’s got your eyes, though.” Letty said softly. Dom ran a finger down her cheek, softly as she spoke, more hurt than angry. “Where’d you go?”
“Been around,” Dom answered, looking away.

“For a year and a half?” she whispered, fighting to keep her voice steady. He shook his head.

“Been around for about a month.”

“You didn’t answer my question, Dominic.” she said quietly, her voice becoming stronger, her voice dropping between phrases, “Where the hell were you and why is this the first time I’ve seen you if you’ve been here for a fucking month?!”

“Shhhh, baby.” He grabbed her am, trying to pull her to him.

“ANSWER ME, DAMMIT!” she snarled, her voice unaffected as she neared tears.

“Not here, Leticia.” He said, pulling her against him, hugging her as he walked her to the back room.

She jerked away from him, handing Bella’s bag off to Harry, who gave Dom a warning glare, a borderline ‘I told you so’ as Letty threw open the door to the backroom, running her hands over her face, exasperated.

Dom touched her back, wanting to turn her around. She moved away from his touch.

“Do. Not. Touch. Me. Where the hell were you?!”

“I was down in Mexico, decided to come back home…” he began.

“For a year and a half?! What, and you couldn't find a place in Mexico that had a fuckin' phone that worked?!” Letty snapped at him.

“I didn't want to be found out, they were going to come looking for everyone.”

“I did eighteen months in prison for you, Dominic! A year and a half of our daughter's life that I'm never gonna get back! And you spent a year and half on the beaches in Mexico?! Not exactly an equal trade-off!”

“WHAT?!”

“What, you think they'd let us off free while you got away, too? When we wouldn't tell them were you were, they automatically convicted us. Only reason I got out early was because of Isabella.” Letty snarled.

“Harry never said.....I just thought you were somewhere else…” he said, shaking his head. “I didn't think…FUCK…” He roared, kicking the door.

“Don't you try to put this on me. Mia was here the entire time. All Harry had to do was call her.” Letty said, sitting down on the floor against the wall opposite the door. “Where the hell would I have gone anyway?!”

“I didn’t know, had no clue. You could've gone down to Florida to visit your mom, I don't know. Stayed with your brother.” Dom said, sitting down on the bed, his head in his hands.

“My brother, the Marshal?! Not a chance...and for all I know, my mom's gone back to Puerto Rico by now. Passports would have gotten us caught just as fast, if not faster!”

“I’m sorry, baby.” Dom said, shaking his head, looking at her.

“Not half as sorry as I am…I should have been here for my kid, not sitting in some jailcell.” Letty muttered under her breath.

“It’s my fault,” Dom said, under his breath.

“For not listening, maybe. We chose to go with you…just to try and hang on to you…’s as much our fault as yours,” Letty scoffed. “And yet I lost you anyway.”

“I’m right here.” Dom said, walking over and crouching in front of Letty.

“Yeah, now.” Letty said, laughing halfheartedly. “Ya know, I was tempted to tell them where we were supposed to meet up just so I’d know where the hell you were. But I couldn’t do that to you…I’d never do that to you.”

“You should have.” Dom said, touching her face.

“I couldn’t…” Letty said, almost in tears. “I couldn’t. I couldn’t…make myself…send you back to prison.” She choked out. “I would’ve rather died.”

“You should have. Dammit Letty.” Dom growled, sitting down on the floor and pulling her onto his lap.

“They’d have put you in for more than 3 years just for coming up with the idea.” Letty said, “I’d probably never see you again.”

“Better me than you, mami…” Dom said, hugging Letty to him and rubbing her back.

“Should’ve taken me with you…” Letty whimpered, almost sounding un-Letty-like.

“I know…I know…I was stupid…” Dom whispered, his heart aching.

“You were tryin’ to take care of me, Papi…” Letty whispered. “’Cause you loved me…”

“Because I still love you.” Dom said, kissing Letty’s hair.

“Te amo, Dominic.” Letty whispered.

“Yo tambien a ti, mija.” Dom said, kissing her lightly, almost shyly.

“Don’t leave me, Dominic…” she whimpered, curling into his chest. “Te necesito.”

“Not anymore…nunca…” Dom said, rocking her in his arms.

She clung to him, like he’d disappear again if she let him go. She pulled the dog tags from beneath her shirt, toying with them as Dom held her.

“She’s so little…” Dom murmured, kissing her hair, running his hands through it.

“Two years old in April…” Letty said, half-way smiling.

“Looks like a trouble maker…”

“Just like you were…”

“Like you were the perfect angel…” Dom said, laughing.

“I’m not the one who couldn’t say no to any of Johnny’s stupid-ass ideas.” Letty said, laughing.

“You were tagging right along with me, you were good at keeping up.” Dom answered.

“About as good at it as you were at makin' Julie think you wanted her…” Letty said, a smirk pulling at her features.

“Yeah, okay…Chaser never was worth the trouble. Dom said, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah like you were the easiest sonofabitch to reel in…” Letty said.

“Like you had to reel me in…” Dom snorted.

“Yeah, and next you're gonna tell me that Camille and Monica weren't all over you every time you got out of your car…” Letty retorted, rolling her eyes. “You were damn near impossible to get to myself.”

“What ‘bout Hector, and David, Toby, Mark…Julian AND Lance?” Dom asked, poking her in her ribs. “Too many asswipes to deal with…”

“I never gave it up for them, Mr. Ladies' Man!”

“Damn straight…” Dom said, grinning.

“Like you've always kept it in your pants...”

“I don't know why they ever thought they'd get through…”

“Let's not fucking go there…”

“'Cause you were always hitting on their girls!”

“Oh, please; the list goes on and on. most of 'em didn't have girls…”

“I'm looking at my first and last lay.” Letty retorted.

“Oh, and don't let me forget Adrian, the pretty boy…you were always sooooo fucking nice to him…all chummy and shit…”

“Suarez?? If i recall correctly, I dumped him the night of your grad. party...spent that ENTIRE night with you!” Letty reminded him.

“Oh whatever, he was still around......ask Jesse.” Dom said, batting his eyelashes, waving his hands around. “Ohhh Letty does this, and Letty said that.”

“Are you tryin' to tell me it's a crime to be nice to a nice guy?!”

“It is when the one being nice to him is you; hell, he's still around…probably talks to your mom on the phone and shit; she always liked him; well, she always did like me too.”

“And what about you? You were out with Julie every week from the time I was 14 to the day I turned 16!” Letty pressed.

“She's a slut Letty; that's all anyone uses her for…only thing she knows how to do.”

“Including you?”

“No; not really.”

“"Not Really" isn't a 'no', Dominic.”

“That’s all she knows how to do, but damn if she went in fo business, let's just say she'd be down at the unemployment place!” Dom joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Awww, love the Dotty love.

Lmao....hehe.

More, more, more.
Pretty please.

Chapter Six: Velvet Hands

Letty turned around in Dom’s lap to face him, pulling him in to a heated kiss, teasing him with her tongue, leaning back against his knees.

“How many?” Dominic pulled her back in, his tongue tracing her lower lip. She kissed him again, softly this time before pulling away again. “How many, Dominic?”

“How many what?” Dom asked, pulling an annoyed face as he tried to kiss her again.

“Don’t play stupid with me, Dominic.” Letty said, keeping him at arm’s length. “How many women?”

“Believe it or not, Letty, there was no one.” Dominic sighed, becoming pissed off at her inquiry.

Her hold on him loosened, her hands sliding down over his pecs, almost teasing as she whispered, “I love you, Dominic.”

“Well, duh…you better.” Dom said, a smirk pulling across his lips.

“I missed you…” Letty murmured, kissing him lightly, nearly teasing.

“Mmmm…you have no idea,” he groaned, playing with the bare skin of Letty’s thighs.

She shivered lightly, taking one of his hands in hers. She kissed each knuckle before moving to his other hand, a moan-like whimper escaping her.

“God, I’ve missed your hands…”

Hearing this, Dom felt a familiar tightening in his groin as he kissed the side of her face.

“How much you miss me?” he asked, nearly growling at her.

“Two years of never gettin’ any and you still gotta ask?” letty asked, her laugh husky. “And not to mention the shit I get from Le and Vince about my attitude.” She kissed his neck gently, nipping at his collar bone.

“Shoulda heard the old lady I used to work for…” Dom said, groaning as he slipped his hands under her shirt.

“Old lady, huh? lemme guess, tried ta hook you up with her granddaughters, right?” Letty joked.

“No… with her grandson, he was gay.” He said as he unhooked her bra, completely serious. Letty burst out laughing, unable to stop.

“YOU?! Gay?” she cried through her laughter. “At this point I’d almost pay to see that!”

“That is NOT funny. Leticia.”

“Sorry, sorry…you’re right.” A pause. “You know I’d kill you if you ever decided you liked the other half, right?”

“Yeah, like that would ever happen.” Dom said, rolling his eyes. “Me playing for the other side…” he scoffed at the idea.

“Better not.” Letty said. “Juro a Dios que cortaré lejos.” She warned.

“I swear.” Dom said, holding up a hand.

“I love you so goddamn much.” She said as she pulled him into a kiss, nipping at his lip as she pulled away.

“Show me.” He growled, pulling her shirt over her head.

“You sure you don’t wanna do the honors?” Letty teased, “Just to show me you still got it?”

Meeeooow.
Hot.
Your such a tease.

um.. dom and vince kind of close..let me find out lol

i know, i know, y'all thought i'd updated...well, i DID. technically.

i've posted the newest chapter on a content-friendly site. please PM me for the link.

Talk about hot. *wipes the drool of her chin* Great chappie chick.
Ya know, she was so sure of her self when she told Jim she wasn't going to take Dom back, now look where she is.....tsk tsk.

*SPOILER*
you think that was hawt?? wait till you see some of letty's DAYDREAMS..

Ohhhhh, interesting.....

woah!you are getting you stories way HOTTER!!!and i love them!!!

i hear a kari, but i've yet to see one!

Hehe.....I've now decided to bless you with my pressence....
haha, j/k.

Chapter Seven: Three Days

It had been three days since Letty had seen Dom. Three days in which she’d realized just how much her life had changed over the course of two years.

She’d gone from being a street racer who ran from the cops on a routine basis to an ex-con.

She’d become a mother and missed out on two years of her child’s life for the man she loved.

She’d come to several disturbing realizations over those three days, as well.

She’d fallen—hard—for Jim Street. She didn’t have to pretend with him. He knew what he wanted and, unlike Dom, wasn’t looking to fool himself into being this ‘person’ in front of others just because it was what was expected.

There was no denying that both Dom and Jim were the shit. The only difference was that Street was more subtle about it, more relaxed. Dom was king and everyone knew it.

But he left, Letty told herself.

And he came back, her mind argued back.

She’d had an itch that needed to be scratched, and there was no denying that Street had soothed the itch.

But he’d become more than that. They had a connection. She saw that there was more to life than Dom.

She and Street were like lovesick teenagers. They felt all kinds of things—things she hadn’t felt with Dom.

She and Jim were always fooling around, and in the process Letty became like the other side of herself; the side she’d always kept suppressed. She didn’t have the nagging in her head anymore.

She was enjoying herself for what felt like the first time in her entire life, and she enjoyed her life.

She still loved Dom, but she needed to find herself—something Jim had helped her accomplish.

It felt almost like he was her soul mate. He hadn’t become a replacement for Dom; he’d actually helped free her from herself and Letty loves him for that.

Maybe that was where she’d gone wrong, she thought to herself, maybe that was where she’d fallen head over heels for him.

He’d never demanded anything of her, aside from that she was happy.

The subtle way their life had become was intoxicating to her, just like Nos had been. In a way they’d become almost like the proverbial ‘newlyweds’—sickeningly happy and stirring ripe envy in all who saw them. They were constantly kissing; they’d even been caught making out behind the garage once. They simply couldn’t get enough of each other.

He’d tasted different than Dom, and she’d been hooked almost instantly.

She’d become an almost intoxicatingly beautiful person…a person that Dom had exclusively been privy to seeing once before.

Seeing her now made him angry, her body language almost saying, “Ya could’a had this if you'd been a bigger man, but you left and now I have a real man.”

It wasn’t that she’d flaunted it. It had called to him from the moment he met her, the ‘I don’t need anyone’ vibe; the way she seemed to not care about anything.

Street had become like air or water to her. She needed him as much as she wanted to have him. He felt the exact same way, but neither of them truly understood it.

The furthest she’d ever really gotten with Jim was heavy making out behind the garage. It was all quickly coming to a head (a/n: no pun in tended). This was what scared Letty the most—knowing that he truly WANTED her, truly LOVED her. But she still knew she had to make him work for it.

The way they felt each other, wanted each other, needed each other scared them both shitless but they couldn’t stay away from each other regardless.

Where as Dom had been a ‘breast man’ from the get-go, it had only ever truly served to pleasure him, but he did it so well it felt good to her. Jim, on the other hand—though they’d yet to get so far as actually doing the deed—had taken his time finding what she’d liked, what set HER off, like the spot right below her ear, nearly right on top of her pulse. So he’d focused on what she liked instead of what he liked and got off on.

She loved his accent. The way he said her name; the way that his accent slipped out only when they're alone together…

The tattoo had been what turned her on the most. She’d fixated on it, couldn’t get enough of seeing it, feeling it against Street’s skin.

I think I'ma choke on the stretty fluffiness.
She needs to get her act together, needs to choose, she's only kidding herself.
Dom's not gonna take lightly to being jerked around, and Jim is gonna wind up being curious as to what's going on....
She needs to in a way....grow up, they all do.

dont worry, kari, dear...

dotty's comin'.

that last chapter was filler while i was at school so i'd have somethin to give when i got home, lol

Pick street

wow...i can feel the tension here...Rosie, didja read the non MRU friendly chapter b4 this one?

Ahhhh, Rosie!!!!
Backstabber.

uh-oh...no bloodshed please!

Maybe she needs to take that back.

ana...

--offers dotty cookies--

She soooo needs to read the chappie before this one.
*munches on cookies*

kari LOlL i just want a little drama..I know shes going to pick dom because its Dom