Title: Los Bandoleros
Author: Nakita1031
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to TFATF or Universal. Don’t sue.
Summary: After the tragic turn of events during the heist, Dom and Letty flee to Mexico where they must find a way to put the pieces of their lives back together.


Prologue


He was so fucking tired.

He lay down next to her, fully clothed, not even being able to muster up enough energy to kick off his boots. The untended to cut on his head burned and his shoulder throbbed, a constant and painful reminder of the days events gone horribly wrong.

Draping an exhausted arm over her body, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

He was so fucking tired.


***

oh.

MY.

GOD!

you're SUCH a tease!!!!

Good start....but that was such a lil taste.

hey jenny!

watch the fan fic forum!

The first chappie better be a long one hun....cause what you gave us....un-fair.

No you just didnt Jen!!!

TEASER!!!!!!!

:taunt: :taunt: :taunt:

oooooooh!

Are you sure he was fucken tired?

^ yup, pretty sure, lol.

Sorry for being such a tease guys. Wasn't the first time I've been called a tease and it DEF won't be the last! :o :P

yeah..i think i mighta done it on scratch a few dozen times!

are you teasing jen?i love this. ;)

Chapter 1

Aunque digan que soy
Un bandolero donde voy
Le doy gracias a Dios
Por hoy estar donde estoy

***

Turning into the lot of a run down motel just outside Tijuana, the bright orange car came to a halt, and he lay his head back against the seat, wiping beads of sweat mixed with dried blood from the cut on his forehead. His shoulder throbbed, his head burned, and all he wanted to do was lay down, close his eyes and go the fuck to sleep.

Wearily, he stepped out of the car, his eyes scanning the motel windows for the sign. Relief rushed over him as he caught sight of the white towel shoved between the window and the rose colored curtain of Room 8.

Grabbing the keys from the ignition, he made his way across the dusty parking lot and stood in front of the door. He knocked three times, and waited.

Nothing.

He waited briefly before knocking again, three more times. This time, his knocks were answered and the door creaked open.

She appeared before him, bruised, broken, but showered, wearing only a bath towel wrapped around her body. Her jet black hair was soaken wet, and her normally flawless caramel complexion was tainted now, covered with numerous cuts and bruises, a black eye, and a swollen lip.

“Where’s Leon?” he asked as he entered the room looking around, shutting and locking the cheap wooden door securely behind him.

“Don’t know.”

“What do you mean, you don’t know?”

“Don’t fuckin yell at me Dom,” Letty snapped, her demeanor equally as volatile as his. Her throat was raw and it was painful to yell, but she only yelled when he did.

He watched as she slowly made her way over to the bed and sat on the edge, re- wrapping the shitty motel towel tightly around her body, resting her head in her hands.

“I think he fuckin rolled,” she began, her voice gentle now. “Said he was gonna go grab some food. That was like two hours ago. I think he got freaked, and rolled.”

Dom rubbed at his temples.

He wanted to be pissed. Pissed at Leon for leaving her alone, for pussying out. Truth was though, he was relieved. Relieved that it was just the two of them. Relieved that he didn’t have to play the role of savior tonight. He was too fucking tired. And he was no fucking savior.

Slowly, he made his way over to the bed and took a seat next to her. Mirroring her, he leaned over and placed his aching head in his hands. He felt her shift, and felt a tiny hand go his face, slowly turning it toward her. Her dark eyes scanned his body, coming to a halt as she saw the deep cut on his forehead.

For a second he thought she might ask how it happened and he wasn’t sure that he had it in him to tell her. Telling her about the Charger would mean having to tell her about Jesse and he just couldn’t do it. Not yet.

She didn’t ask though.

Her hand went to his jeans, finding the zipper, pulling it down. His pulse raced at what she was insinuating.

The shitty white motel towel fell to the floor as she slowly positioned her broken body around him. She winced as he slid inside and wrapped her slender legs around his back, head resting on his shoulder, jet black hair tumbling over his chest.

This was why he loved her. This was why he had no doubt that she would be waiting for him with open arms even after everything he’d put her through, put his family through. She was his family. They were in it together.

He wrapped his massive arms around her as their broken bodies moved to a completely off but beautiful rhythm. He dug his face into her hair, taking in the scent of the cheap ass cherry scented motel shampoo she’d used. He closed his eyes and focused on how she felt as he was inside her, how perfectly they fit each other. They were misfits, fuck ups, bandits, los bandoleros...

This was why he loved her.

For a few brief moments, all of the days hideous events were forgotten. Jesse was laying on his living room floor throwing popcorn at Vince and Leon, Mia was upstairs studying, his fathers Charger was parked safely in the garage, and he was upstairs, in their bed, making love to her.

Her breathes were heavy, scattered in between painful gasps as he slid in and out of her. He grabbed her tightly, digging his face even further into her hair as he came before finally letting his body go limp around her.

“I gotta lay down,” she slid off of him, snapping him back to the reality of their shitty Mexican motel room.

He lay down next to her, fully clothed, not even being able to muster up enough energy to kick off his boots. The untended to cut on his head burned and his shoulder throbbed, a constant and painful reminder of the days events gone horribly wrong.

Draping an exhausted arm over her body, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

He was so fucking tired.


***

Very nice! Love this description of Dom/Letty...exactly how I see it.

Just one nitpick...

Should be how he fit inside of her, yeah?

Ha! Whoops! Never woulda caught that! LOL!

...Fixed. ;) Thx chick!

Perfectly said.
They can take the good with the bad. Pain with happiness, but there'll always be that pillar of strength.....the way they love through all the sh*t...all the problems.
At the end of the day it's only the two of them....and the security they bring eachother....beautiful ain't it...

Now where the f*ck did Leon go??....*shakes head*

Nice chappie. As always well done.

saw this earlier but didn't have time to respond.

i love it.

but seriously, where the hell's leon?!

i just recentley caught this and yeah where is he?umm...leon?hott chappie. :)

He's "long gone..." lol

:(

uhm...

i got nothin' to say to that...

I'm sorry. :( I love Leon too, but I thought it was fitting for what this story is about. When shit hits the fan, you find out who's really there for you. For the long haul.

Shit hit the fan. Letty's right there. Dom's right there.

Speaks volumes. :)

*cracks imaginary whip*

back to work, you!

:lol: i'm totally kidding ! i love your work!

I don't really see a reason Leon'd want to stay really.
Seems he has a different way of dealing with things....he didn't want to do the last heist.
Can you imagine what's going thru the guys head....probably blaming Dom somewhat.

:wub:

*SINGS*Aunque digan que soy
un bandolero donde voy
le doy gracias a dios
por hoy estar donde estoy
y voy a seguir con mi tumbao
y con mi ojos colorao
con mis gatos activao
ustedes to me lo han dao


I love that Songs Los Bandeloros..


HAHAH Leon Is a Punks. but no lie i would had left there ass too.

I like Leon, but yeah...don't mind him being long gone, especially if it brings us Dotty smut! :lol:

Chapter 2

The sun was persistent, nudging its way through a tiny opening in the thick rose colored curtains of their motel room. Letty finally gave into its demand for her attention and rubbed at her eyes. She sat up, wrapping one of the off white bed sheets securely around her naked body, and couldn’t help but notice the empty side of the bed where Dominic had passed out the night before.

Her first thought was that maybe he was taking a shower, but the bathroom door was open, the light was off, and there was no water running.

“Dom?” she called out, barely audible, as her throat was still raw from all the dust she’d inhaled during her little flip off the road.

She sat up slowly, and swiveled her legs over the side of the bed. Every ounce of her body ached and she knew that any normal person would have been lucky enough to be resting comfortably in a hospital room, all hopped up on the delicious drugs they give out. That couldn’t happen though. She’d have to fight through it, and maybe with a little luck she could score a few Vicodins from one of the locals.

She made her way to the bathroom and flicked on the light, squinting at its unexpected brightness. The constant throbbing in her head immediately worsened, and she cursed herself for having even gotten out of bed.

Maybe he was outside smoking.

She let the sheet fall to the floor as she examined herself in the crooked mirror of the tiny motel bathroom. Her normally glowing tan skin was pale now, covered with random brush burns, cuts, bruises. She flinched slightly as her hand went to her side, examining what she suspected to be a broken rib. Or two.

She thought about showering again, but quickly decided against it. She was too damn tired. And sore.

Letty wandered back to the bed and slowly crawled under the covers. She hadn’t bothered dressing, the soft sheets felt soothing against her aching body. Besides, her outfit was covered in dust and blood. It wasn’t exactly something she was eager to get back into.

She pulled the covers up tightly around her neck and closed her eyes.

Her stomach rumbled. She was starving. Maybe when Dominic got back they could get something to eat.

She squeezed her eyes shut as her mind began to race. Wondering what their next move was gonna be. How they were gonna eat, where they were gonna go, how they were gonna get there. She was pretty sure they didn’t have any money. Leon’d paid for the room with money he’d found in his pocket. But she was pretty sure she didn’t have any, and if Dom had left as quickly as she had, then he probably didn’t have any either.

It was a weird feeling, being a wanted felon, being on the run. Alone it would have been a nightmare, but she was with him. Her lover, her partner in crime. It was fucked up, but it was also somewhat intoxicating. Orgasmic even.

Finally she gave into heavy eyelids as sleep consumed her once again.

***

She wasn’t sure how long she’d been out when she was awoken by a rustling sound in the corner of the room. The sound was so familiar...

She’d know that sound anywhere. That rustling. It was the sound of money.

On instinct, her eyes flew open and she ignored all the aches and pains her body had to offer as she sat up.

Dominic was sitting, hunched over on a chair in the corner of their dark motel room, a large wad of money held between his two large paws. His head moved as he counted, separating the money into piles on his lap.

“Where’d you get that?” she asked, her voice husky, sleep ridden.

He looked up at the sound of her voice.

“Found it in your pocket,” he replied, and immediately turned his attention back to the cash.

Her pocket? Letty scratched at her head, trying to think of how she could have...

“You want an adrenaline rush? It’ll be two large...”

Race Wars. It was her buy in, plus the money she’d won at Race Wars. Four grand, to be exact.

“Plus... I just sold the Supra,” he added, voice low, head down, still counting the money.

“Brian’s Supra?” Letty asked, lifting a brow.

“My Supra,” he snapped. “And no, I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Letty’s mind raced but she left it alone. He’d tell her what happened when he was ready. He always did. Besides, the car junkie in her got the best of her and she just had to know...

“What’d you get?”

“‘87 Grand National. ...Turbo.”

Dom looked up, just briefly enough to catch her reaction. She was smiling from ear to ear, busted lip and all. He couldn’t help but smile back, he’d known perfectly well about her love affair with that car. It was why he bought it. For her.

They’d worked on one together, a few years back. He remembered watching her, how her eyes lit up around it, how she took her time, examining it, fixing it, making it perfect for its owner to pick up.

It wasn’t flashy or shiny or blinged out like the little imports they were used to working on. It was a simple two-tone combination of charcoal-grey and silver-grey, accented with red pinstriping and "Grand National" lettering on the fenders. And it was Turbo. 3.8 litre V6 pumped up to 200 horsepower, and did 0-60 in 7.5 seconds.

One night, after working all day in the 90 degree heat, he’d fucked her on the hood of that car.

The guy picked it up the next morning, and Dom made him an offer. The guy had declined, but Dom had told himself that one day he’d surprise her with one. The car that she fucking loved so much, the car that he loved to fuck her on...

“Papi...” she called softly from the bed, patting the empty spot next to her.

He set the money down and made his way over to her, kicking off his shoes and loosening his belt.

He steadied himself on top of her, torn shoulder and all, and placed a soft kiss on her busted lip.

“Mami...” he whispered, nudging her lips open with his tongue.

She loved how he made her feel.

Their lives were a complete and utter mess, yet she’d never felt more secure in her life.

The law saw him as a criminal. She saw him as beautiful.

***

GAH! i love love love love love love love love love love love love love it!!!

Lovely! Enjoyed this a lot, how she's not worried when she wakes up to find him gone, how she forgot about the money from Race Wars (though wouldn't it be 4Gs...her buy-in plus the money she won off that guy?), her love of the car. A few nit-picky things I could offer if you're interested in hearing it, but overall just really lovely. Makes me want to hear more about this night on the hood of the car! :lol:

AHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.. I love it.. I love how you used the race war flashback and combined with the car they using now in this movie LOL.. LOVE IT :D

:wub:

loved it! great chapppie! :D

Ha! I love you for finding my little flops! lol $4G's is right. Will fix that. And I would def love to hear your nit-picks. Helps make me a better writer! PM me!

Thanks for the reviews guys! :)

She didn't fret, didn't worry.....shows how stable they are. How sure they are with eachother, in their relationship.

Nice chappie.

Chapter 3


“¿Qué te gustaría comer?”

Dom looked helplessly up at Letty.

“Um...” Letty grabbed the menu and studied it quickly.

You’d think being with Letty all those years, he would have picked up on some Spanish. She rarely spoke it though, usually only when really pissed off or in bed. And when she spoke it in bed it hypnotized him to the point where he didn’t even care what she was saying, it was just that hot.

He had told her he wanted to learn it though, that he wanted her to teach him when they were living his dream out as a reality on a beach in Mexico.


“You could teach me Spanish mami...” he’d whispered in her ear.

“Um... Dos órdenes de panqueques, and uh... huevos y pan tostado. Con jugo,” she replied, breaking his train of thought, and Dom watched as the waitress scribbled onto her pad.

“Pancakes?” he asked, grabbing a cigarette from the smashed up pack in his pocket.

“M’hm,” she replied, offering a tired smile. “Eggs, toast, and OJ too.”

He couldn’t help but smile back. She’d hooked it up. He was absolutely starving. They’d had some breakfast before leaving for Race Wars two days earlier, but that was it.

He watched as Letty shifted in her seat.

“You hurtin?” he asked softly.

“A little.”

He reached into his pocket. “Here.” he said, handing her a little white pill.

“What’s this?” she asked, holding out her hand.

“Oxycontin.”

“Shit, Dom.” She gasped. “When’d you get this?”

“This morning after I got the car.” he replied, handing her another pill. “They’re fuckin strong Let. Take em after you eat, k?”

She nodded in agreement.

He’d taken one earlier this morning, and it definitely took the sting out of the gash in his head and his shoulder felt slightly better. He only wished they could help stop the thoughts in his head. He was glad she hadn’t asked what had happened, how he’d gotten so banged up. Or asked about...

“So, did you ever find Jesse?” she asked out of nowhere.

Dom’s head snapped up at his name, his breath caught in his throat. It was so fucking painful. Hearing his name. Jesse. This kid. This kid he took in, made part of his family. This kid...

“Dom, did you hear me?”

“No.”

“No, you didn’t hear me or no, you never found him?”

“No, I never found him.” he snapped, grabbing for another cigarette.

He couldn’t tell her. Not here. Not now. Not in some shitty fuckin diner in Tijuana.

“Fine.” Letty snapped back. “Jesus Dom.” As predicted, she only got pissed when he did and vice versa. It was just how it was. And it was fucking perfect.

***

After they ate, Letty popped the two pills that Dom had given her earlier. They didn’t take effect right away, so she figured she had some time before they really started kicking in and she had to lay down.

“We need clothes.” she stated, grabbing his hand and leading him into a little thrift store near their motel. She wandered around, grabbing up the essentials: underwear, bras, tank tops, a few t-shirts, a few pair of jeans and sandals, and a long flowy white skirt.

“You’re gonna wear that?” Dom laughed.

“Easy access.” she winked lazily, feeling the drugs start to kick in.

“Oh yeah?” he growled, grabbing her gently around her waist.

“Yeah...”

The drugs hit her hard, and Dominic had to pick her up and carry her the rest of the way down the dusty street until they got back to their motel room.

“Gotta put you down baby.” he said, setting her down gently, and she leaned up against him for balance as he searched for the key to their room.

“K, got it.” he said as he stuck the key in, turning it to open the door, guiding her into the room and onto the bed.

He helped rid her body of her dusty leather pants and blood stained black tank top, replacing it with an over sized toffee colored t-shirt she’d just bought. It had “Tijuana” written in big bold letters across the front.

“You look like a tourist.” he chuckled, pulling the soft velour blanket up around her body, tucking her in.

“You’re a ....tourrrist.” She mumbled incoherently, eyes glassed over. She was feeling no pain.

“Get some rest baby.” He smiled, and kissed the top of her head.

“Hey Dom?” she called as he began to walk away.

“Hmm?”

“We gonna... to be okay?”

By the time he could answer her she was out, sound asleep, her aching body resting peacefully. He grabbed his cigarettes and lighter and went outside, shutting the door quietly behind him.

He sparked up a cigarette and leaned back against the door to their room.

“Yeah Let,” he whispered, exhaling a large puff of smoke.

“We’re gonna be okay.”


***

Quiere aprender español...huh.....ardiente....very hot.

This made me a lil sad....Jesse. How to even begin telling her what happened....too hard.

“We’re gonna be okay.”

That they are....all they need is eachother.

Nice chappie.

SCORE!!!!!

this story sounds hott and dom really wants to learn spanish from letty heh?i i really enjoyed it and keep up your good work chika!!!!!!!! B)

Nice Spanish lol.. love the update

Guh. Just...yeah, I love this fic so much! :lol:

Perhaps my favorite line:

It just rings so true to me, if you take Letty as being bilingual, but English *not* her first language. Exactly the kind of "mistake" someone would make in this situation, about to pass out on painkillers.

More soon, please!

And uh... leaving *for* Race Wars, or *leaving* Race Wars two days earlier? Just wondering at the timeline here.

that was my favorite part..I just love this fic