Big Trouble in Small Packages.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of the Fast and Furious universe; they are the property of their creator however I do own the following characters Giselle and Han O'Connor, Allessandro Neves-Torretto, Roxy Torretto and Isabel Torretto.
Summary: It has been 7 years since the extended Torretto/O'Connor clan got their lives back and they returned to L.A. A lot has happened in seven years, Brian and Mia now have three children and Dom and Letty has twin daughters but a blast from the past is about to re-enter their life's.
A/N: This is story can be taken as a stand-alone or as a sequel to 1327. I was going to leave this story for a few weeks and update it in the New Year but I think a couple of readers of the prequel 1327 might have a nervous breakdown if I don't upload it now.
The day was stifling, the heat oppressive and it had been pounding down it seemed on the back of Dom's head with a relentlessness as he had worked away in the garage and he wondered how much longer it would continue and prayed fervently for this heat to come to an end, not that is seemed to effect his and Letty daughters Roxy and Isabel who like their mother seemed to thrive in this blasted heat.
Dom once again stifled a groan as yet another bead of sweat made its way down his spine and he knew he would be unable to get it as it tickled its way down his back with an ever increasing agitating tickle but he knew also if he let go of the bolt he had been struggling with for the last five minutes that he would just give up and throw the damn thing across the garage.
As he did his dammedest to tighten the bolt, the slickness of the sweat on his hands caused it to slip again and the bolt clattered to the floor of the garage with a resounding smack and the tool he had been using to hold the bolt with made an even louder noise as it ricocheted off the wall after he threw it in disgust and then landed onto the floor where it lay as though taunting Dom by its very existence.
Growling, he pulled out the rag in the back of his pocket and used it to wipe the sweat from his face and scratched the itch that had been on his back where the trickle of sweat had been and eased his aching back, this heat was too much he thought and he had had enough for the day.
"Mr Torretto?"
Dom turned to find a smartly dressed portly man behind him holding a briefcase and looking somewhat uncomfortable in the heat looking him. The man was glancing around the garage at the tools on the wall and the vehicles within as he stood before Dom.
"That's me, what can I do for you?"
"Mr Dominic Torretto?"
"Yeah that right."
"I'm Jackson Reilly, attorney at law. I'm here about your son!"
Dominic looked at the man, sure he had misheard him when he had said he was here about his son, he had no son.
"Think you must have the wrong Dominic Torretto mister, I only got daughters, two of them."
"You are the same Dominic Torretto who seven years ago before returning to the USA was involved with a…one Elena Neves."
"Yeah I knew Elena Neves and we were involved but we had no son."
The smartly dressed Mr Reilly fumbled in his suitcase before bringing out a file, settling his case down at his feet he opened the file and found the relevant paperwork.
"According to the paperwork Mr Torretto, Elena Neves did have a son and you are named as the father of her six and a half year old son Allessandro." He said.
Handing a copy of the paperwork to Dom who looked in shock at a copy of a birth certificate for a one Allessandro Vincent Torretto, Dom read more of the paperwork right down to where it stated the mothers name: Elena Neves and under the father's name his own.
"This must be a mistake, Elena would have told me."
"No mistake Mr Torretto, your son will be arriving in L.A in a few days, here are all the paperwork necessary for you to pick him up, oh we checked you out already to make sure you are who you said you are and according to the blood work done on the boy he is your son."
Dom glanced up at his words somewhat shocked at the paperwork he held in his hands and only partly registered the words of the man standing in front of him."
"Wait what do you mean blood work and he is arriving in a few days, where is his mother? Where is Elena and why doesn't she have something to say about this, I want to talk to Elena."
"That would be quite impossible Mr Torretto."
"Why, what do you mean impossible?" Dom growled as his temper started to get the better of him.
"Mrs Elena Neves...Mr Torretto...is dead!"
A/N: First chapter for you and I promise the next chapter will be longer. As always reviews are appreciated.