Glimpse

Summary: He wasn't supposed to catch the glimpse of her, but he did and there are repercussions! What started as a One- Shot is probably going to begin my next long story...thx to MmmSuite...who finished Made for me today! Congrats Love!


Dom walked through the throng of bodies gyrating to the music as he tried to make it to the table he was sharing with the guys.

Puerto Rico was beautiful this time of year, and the ladies were even more so. As he said his last bout of 'excuse me', he saw long brown/black hair spiraled down a familiar back.

The woman was moving in the opposite direction and quickly, as though there was somewhere she needed to be.

As she bobbed past another set of partiers, he caught sight of her muscular arms, slim, yet petite and his heart raced.

He didn't like where his mind was going, but he had no way of stopping it as it happened. He diverted his path to a dark corner in the club that she would soon pass and waited.

It wasn't until she'd turned her body to fit between two people that he caught a glimpse of a tattoo on the inside of her wrist, one so familiar that his heart began to race.

'Ride or Die'

He opened a door to a cleaning closet and when the petite body walked into his view, he reached out quickly, grabbing her as she protested, holding her back to his front. As he slammed the door closed behind them, he realized that the space was impossibly small and her front was pressed almost into a set of shelves holding tissue and towels.

He used the position to bury his nose in her hair, inhaling deeply recognizing the scent of vanilla and shea butter.

She began struggling against him, flailing her arms and legs in attempt to get him to release her but Dom would not be deterred.

"Stop!" his voice boomed, and she immediately obeyed, her breath hitching in her throat. Dom felt the entire composition of her body shift at the recognition of his voice.

Letty's body completely relaxed into him, fighting back emotion as she realized she was in the arms of the love of her life.

After so many years, she was finally in the right hands.

"Dom?" she asked, scared that it wouldn't be true but she knew it was him.

She managed to maneuver herself in his arms to turn around to face him, and when their eyes met, she reached up and on instinct, allowed her mouth to devour him.

She was gasping for his air, attempting to pull it from his lungs as she felt both relief and dread fill her.

"God! I've missed you so much." She breathed. "How did you find me?"

Dom was stunned into submission as he allowed her to take comfort in him, his mind still trying to wrap around the fact that she was in his arms, alive.

"We have to stop, Dom." She breathed, her mouth continuing to massage his with passionate desperation. "He's going to know you touched me."

At her words, Dom's eyes opened eerily, although he didn't stop kissing her. As her words sank in, he fisted his hands into her hair, untying the halter from her neck.

'Another man?' he fumed, 'He'd do more than just touch her.'

As the top fell down, revealing her full breast covered in a lacy strapless bra, he dove back into her mouth. His hands shoved the jumpsuit the rest of the down her body as he unbuckled his pants, shifting them down his hips.

Grabbing one tan leg, he hooked it over his hip and with the other hand, guided himself into her.

She was so entranced by the rush of feeling his body on hers that she didn't realize how far they had gone. As he sank into her, stretching her unimaginatively, tears sprang to her eyes. She was torn between the comfort she took in his body, and the possible repercussions of her actions.

If Verone found out, he'd kill her and then all that she'd been working towards would be for nothing.

In her years undercover, she had never slept with him, but he made a point to have a doctor randomly check her to make sure she remained untouched.

Interestingly he wasn't an abusive man, stating if she refused him sex, he'd allow it as long as there was no one else she was giving it to.

When his lips met hers, and he began moving inside of her, she knew she couldn't stop him. When he whispered her name in her ear, she shattered into a million pieces, and allowed his love to put her back together again.

"I love you so much, baby." She cried softly, meeting his thrust. He didn't respond, because he didn't trust his own voice, and instead, increased his speed and the forcefulness of their coupling.

Dom couldn't sort the emotion he felt; love, rage, relief? They were all muddled together and he couldn't make sense of any of this.

"Where the fuck you been?" he grunted out mid thrust.

"Can't talk about it." She responded, her eyes squeezing shut in ecstasy.

"Another man?" he moaned as he felt her walls ripple around him.

"Never." She swore, biting into his shoulder as she came undone around him, her body stiffening against him as she screeched, convulsing in his arms.

At the feel of her walls pulsating around him, he groaned his release, holding her upright against him. As their breathing returned to normal, he reached down to help her back into her dress after using the toiletries on the shelves to clean them up.

"Thanks. Haven't had one of those since the DR." She smirked referring to a 'Dominic Orgasm' , situating her hands on his chest.

"Let's go home." He instructed, grabbing her hand to pull her from the closet.

He arched an eyebrow at her resistance, tension returning to her body.

He could tell she was engaged in an internal battle, the foes remaining unknown to him.

"Letty?" He asked, trying to reassure her that he was here now.

She pulled her hand free, shaking her head.

"No. I can't." She informed, looking into his eyes. He crossed his arms over his chest and waited. "I've been away for a reason Dom, and I can't get out of it now."

"What reason?"

"All I can tell you is when this is finished, it's you and me forever. I'm working my way back to you."

"You're back to me right now, Leticia." He roared, quickly becoming irate at the thought of her separating from him.

"No, this was a mistake. You never should have seen me. I have to get back before he knows I'm missing."

"Before who knows?" He asked, eyes narrowing in jealousy. It was almost a foreign feeling. He always knew where they stood and that was with each other, always.

"Dominic, you have to trust me. Please, don't make this any harder than it is. Just know that I love you, and I'm coming home when I can."

"You're outta your fucking mind if you think I'm going to walk out of this closet, back into life knowing you're out there doing God knows what!" He roared, grabbing her by her upper arms.

"You don't have a choice. This isn't just about you. I love you." She finalized before reaching around him, and opening the door. Before he could protest, she pushed him into the mass of people, and disappeared into the crowd.

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Dom POV

It had been two years since that day in Puerto Rico, and I refused to leave the island until she was back with me. I tried to find her, tried to look for clues, ask locals, anything just to get her back to me and I came up empty. Brian and Mia had been stunned by the news of my encounter and if not for the taste of her still in my mouth afterwards, I may have thought it a dream.

I broke up with Elena explaining that if Letty was coming back, I could never allow her to hold her place until that day came. She deserved better than me and she agreed. She was living in Spain, last I'd heard. My life had become someone else's, no decision I made was for me and my happiness was completely dependent upon someone else.

When I lost Letty again that night, it crushed a wind that I didn't know I still had with me. I had convinced myself that if she were still with me, if I had never left her, I could protect her and keep her safe.

I was so wrong. She showed me that night how wrong I was.

While my intentions were good and my desires to protect her were instinctual, Letty was in charge of Letty. I could take a bullet for her, I could catch a case for her, but I couldn't make her be with me. I had to let her do this on her own.

It wasn't a hard decision to put my life on hold to wait for her; she'd do the same. I was certain of that.

To say I was surprised one day when my doorbell rang would have been an understatement.

When I opened my door, an older blond woman, in a dress, holding an infant stood on my porch.

"May I help you?" I asked, beer in hand.

"Yes. My name is Petra. I worked for Carter Verone as Letty's hand maid." She began, and at the mention of her name, my ears perked.

"Letty? Where is she?" I asked curiously, watching as her eyes glazed over.

"I don't know." She admitted, shaking her head slowly. "I was instructed to bring your daughter right to you in the event that I didn't hear from her by Tuesday."

"What? Daughter? Tuesday?" I choked, caught off guard by the woman's words.

"Her name is Dominique. Letty calls her DJ." Petra smiled, looking down at the little girl. "She's a little over a year old and looks nothing like Letty. She always said she was lucky to look like her Aunt Mia, but I assume you know who that is."

End of Dom POV

Dom didn't respond, he simply nodded and let the woman into the house. He eyed the woman carefully, completely caught off guard by her admission.

It had been two years since he'd seen her. Had their short time together produced a child? According to this woman, it had.

Once they were settled, he found his voice.

"Where has she been?" he asked, cautiously looking at the woman.

"She was recruited by Verone for a host of hijacking jobs he needed a precision driver for. Once he put her on payroll, he took a liking to her." Petra sighed, looking down at the sleeping baby. "She didn't return his advances, but she didn't completely reject him either. She told him she didn't just give her body to anyone and that she wasn't ready to start anything physical until she got her last lover out of her heart."

Dom's ears perked, hearing reference to himself.

"Carter wasn't a man who violated women, and found her boundaries charming, so he obliged. He would, however, have her checked every now and again to assure her fidelity."

At Petra's words, Dom looked at her, horrified, remembering her words in the closet that night.

'He's going to know you touched me'

"And that night I found her in the club, Dominique is a result of that. What did this Verone do?"

"He never found out. When Letty and I discovered she was pregnant, we made a plan to make it look as though she'd been kidnapped. 5 months. Your daughter was a preemie; Letty delivered at 8 months. When Dominique was born, we stayed hidden, until something happened that made her leave us."

"What? What happened?" he asked, completely enraptured in her tale.

"That I do not know. It was a week ago. She said if I didn't hear from her by Tuesday, take DJ to her father." Petra finished, tears springing to her eyes.

"Look Mr Toretto. I was never fortunate to have my own children, God did not see my body fit to bare them, but Leticia was my daughter in every way that counted. I held her during the nights she cried for you. I was there to see the birth of your child. I was the one she confided in when there was no one else."

He felt his jaw set, immediately wondering where she could be in the world and praying that he hadn't truly lost her again. Standing he turned his back to the woman, walking towards the glass windows that overlooked the sandy beach of his backyard.

"She told me she was coming home to me. She promised me." He gasped, his hands covering his mouth as he fought the emotion. Turning suddenly, he looked at the woman. "May I hold her?"

Petra smiled and stood, crossing the space to hold his daughter before him. He looked into her eyes, waiting for her permission and she smiled nodding enthusiastically.

As Petra transferred his daughter into his arms, he fell in love all over again. She was tiny, her curly brown hair in soft disarray. She had her mother's mouth, but Mia's bone structure and he couldn't wait to meet her when she awoke.

Petra stood back as he bonded with Dominique and her heart broke for Letty. She knew how much Letty wanted to be the one to do this, knew how much she wanted to be the one to introduce him to his daughter.

Dom continued to stare at the little girl and forgot Petra, but he didn't forget Letty. He never felt more connected to her in this moment.

"Hello pretty girl. I'm your Papi." He introduced, kissing her cheek. Petra watched in awe at the way this large man became completely sensitive, no longer showing the chilly exterior that met her at the door. Letty had warned her about it, assured her that it was all for show, unless you threatened him or his family.

"Mr Toretto?" She interrupted, "I have to be going. My plane leaves in an hour."

"Will we see you again? If you were important to Letty, I'd like to have you around some." He admitted, looking at the woman.

"I would love that, Mr Toretto. Here is my number. Please call me in a few days and we can work something out. I need to make sure a few of my own loose ends are tied up." He nodded, and walked her to the door, waving her off as she got into an old car, and sped down the road.

Once the door was closed, and the silence settled over the house once more, Dominic began to panic.

He had a daughter.

One who didn't know anything about him.

He didn't have anything that a baby would require and didn't know much about taking care of one.

He walked DJ into his room and laid her in the middle of his bed, the one he'd bought with Letty in mind, and bunched pillows around her for protection. He left the door opened, walked into the day room and grabbed for his phone.

He dialed a familiar number and waited, gripping the device tightly.

When he heard his sister's voice on the other end, he sighed in relief, taking a breath before finding his voice.

"Mia?" Dom began, to be interrupted with Mia's enthusiasm. "Mia, wait! I need you. I need you in Puerto Rico as soon as you can get here."

"What's wrong?" she asked worriedly, "Is it Letty?" He closed his eyes at the mention of her name. He couldn't explain the situation over the phone.

"Mia, I just need you here. Bring Brian, bring my nephew, but get here. I'll explain everything when I see you."

"Ok Dom. I'm on my way. I love you." And the line died.


AN: Okay, this is an idea that flashed into my sleepy mind at like 630 this morning…I know..terrible….and I couldn't shake it. I've been persuaded to expand on it once LWD is complete and I think I just might!

Anyway, let me know what you think.