I don't know what to do. I want to beat the fuck out of him. Fuck him senseless and then beat the fuck out of him. Tie him to the fuckin' bed and leave him there. Feed him with a fuckin' spoon. Only let him up for showers and to piss.

FUCK!

Thing is, I know it doesn't mean anything to him. None of them do. Women, and men too, see that smile and I can see them gettin' sucked in. No one can resist him. He doesn't even have to flirt. Cuz' everybody loves him, and he pretty much loves everybody.

It's in his nature. He can't help it. He likes to have a good time. He likes to make people feel good. I think it's some sort of need for people to like him. That's what a shrink would say. But he pulls people to him without even tryin'. That's what makes it such a bitch.

And there isn't a thing I can do about it. I have to stand back and act like I don't see it. Act like I barely notice when he disappears into a car. Pretend I'm not looking when the car rolls away.

What really gets me is he doesn't even try to sneak in. Last time he didn't come back for two fuckin' days, and then he strolls in like he just went to the fuckin' store or somethin'. I get so mad I can barely talk. But I always let him off.

He looks at me with those eyes and says he's sorry, and what was he supposed to do, and I say 'What the fuck? Say no!' and he shrugs and says he only loves me, don't I know that, that he's just blowin' off steam, or makin' new friends, or whatever the fuck his newest excuse is.

But I'll never leave him. And I hope he won't find some one else and leave me.

Fuck.

Letty would have a fuckin' field day if she knew about this. I can almost hear it now:

"Check it! Dom Toretto can't keep his man at home!"

And then she'd tell everyone she knows. And I don't care. Because there would be some truth in it: Maybe I can't keep Brian at home, but at least he comes home to me.

Most of the time.

Fini.