I'm Not His Girlfriend.
Summary; When a racer loses his car to Dom, he also loses 30 million dollars of heroin. Now, to get his car and his drugs back, he must take something equally important to Dom.
Rating; M (language and content)
Pairing; Dom and Letty
Disclaimer; I do not own the Fast and the Furious franchise, neither do I make profit from this writing. I merely borrow toys and bend them to my will like an egotistical god drunk on power.
Reviews/opinions/comments are encouraged and fuel the creative plot bunnies that reside inside my warped mind :D
"Toretto." The man breathed harsh and fast. "I want my car back." Dom chuckled to the unknown number he'd just answered.
"You lost fair and square, man." Dom knelt back down to the car, tightening the wheel nuts with the phone cradled on his shoulder. "I'd be happy to race you for it, but I don't think you'd have another car up the challenge." he paused and smirked at the wheel. "Besides… you might want to keep what's left of your pride."
"I need that car back, Toretto." The voice growled down the line. Dom couldn't even remember the name of the guy he'd taken it from. He remembered the car though, it was damn fine. He'd never forget the purr of that engine as it rolled up to the start line. But now, it was sitting in his father's warehouse waiting for Jesse to come and run through its specs. If the driver had been halfway good, Dom swore that car might have had the chance to beat him.
He smiled again, thankfully, the driver was just a cocky asshole with an overinflated ego from one too many girls pawing him. Letty had said as much, the second he'd slapped his pink slip into Hectors hand she'd had him pinned like an art. "I don't have the money now… but, give me back the car, and I'll buy it back from you."
"If you didn't want to lose it, you shouldn't have raced for slips. I'm not giving it back just because you made a mistake." Dom stood, the phone back from his shoulder to his hand, his thumb hovering over the end call button. This loser wasn't going to be happy with no for his answer. "The car is my prize for your dumb ass being cocky enough to think you can beat me." Dom hung up and turned the phone to silent, he could predict the man wouldn't accept that Toretto had other things to do other than argue on the phone all day.
After all, tonight was a special occasion. It had been a year since Letty and he had started doing… whatever they were doing. She constantly rejected the title girlfriend, but she still came back to his bed, still spent all her time with him, still withheld sex if his eyes wandered. Yeah, she was pretty much tied to him in every way possible. Dom chuckled, at least he'd be getting some tonight, that restaurant had a month's waiting list just for a damn table. He'd bought a tie and everything.
"Something tells me that's not flour." Letty muttered, standing with Jesse as they peered into the foundation of the car.
"Three guesses to name the white substance?" Jesse joked, pulling the bag from inside the door frame.
"Three guesses for how much more is lodged in this car." Letty countered, having driven over to get a look at the car she wanted her hands on. Even if Dom had technically won it, there were certain ways she could get this transferred into her property. She just wanted to know what she was bartering for before she started her plan.
"Three guesses what this car is really worth…" Jesse finished. He usually worked alone, running up the stats on the car, listing the inside and out specifications and alterations done. The first time he'd done it, he'd been able to rip off an assholes attempt at a fuel re-routed injection system to develop his own superior one. It was a system all cars the group ran with had now.
It had only been a faulty electronic in the passenger door's window that had caused him to take off the cover, but neither he nor Letty had expected what they found.
"I can't believe he raced in this car." Letty whispered, running her fingers over the flooring behind the passenger seat. She'd bet the worth of the car there was more hiding right under her fingertips. "I can't believe he risked a car full of drugs to try and beat Dom…" Letty muttered, astounded at the stupidity she had witnessed. She knew the guy was a cocky asshat the second she saw him slap the bet to the table at the race, but this… "You check anything else?" she turned to Jesse. He had the shame to blush red and scrub his hair.
"I… uh, kinda wanted to see the NOS flow first…" he spoke apologetically, but Letty just smiled, it had been near the top of her list too.
30 minutes later, the car had been examined right down to the skeletal essentials and in any places there was room there was a package of drugs, wrapped, sealed and growing in worth.
"That's a lot…" Jesse finally spoke, looking at the pile of drugs they had accumulated. "Heroin I'd guess."
"Hmm." Letty agreed, brushing back her hair from her face. "This is going to bring down some heat."
"Yeah… I'm guessing they want this back."
"Do they know this is our garage?" Letty suddenly asked, her eyes flying wide with alarm as the thought struck her.
"We need to move this." Jesse was only a second behind her. "Now."
"Get it back in the car. I have a place." Letty spoke, already grabbing the packages and shoving them into the car.
"We need the car back!" Tyler snapped, his younger brother purposefully cast out of his eye sight as he turned to his right-hand man, Liam.
"Yeah, 'cuz he's just gunna hand it over." Liam grunted. "If dip-shit hadn't been so full of himself, we wouldn't have this mess."
"Hey, look. I asked for the cash, you said no." Dip-shit (a.k.a Tyler's younger brother Ryan) argued. "If you would have given me my damn share, I wouldn't have had to put up the car."
"Give you the damn money?!" Liam cruelly whipped his tongue at the kid. "So we could lose that too?" he choked a sick laugh. "Right now, there's one thing stopping me putting a bullet between your eyes, and he's pacing the room for a solution to your mess." Liam had a short temper, but a strong allegiance to Tyler, and by proxy, Tyler's younger brother would remain alive. For now.
"But, I mean, we still have the other two cars, so we just tell him that's all they gave us. It's not our fault then." Ryan tried to offer a solution, but failed again, only inciting anger from the partners.
"Think." Liam knocked him with a finger to his forehead. "Try using that good for nothing brain and tell me what will happen when Carlos calls up his suppliers and they swear to the truth? Who will he believe, the three guys he picked up and asked to drive up his drugs, or the guys running his business across the line?"
"Hey, it was just an idea." Ryan rubbed his head where Liam had hit him, looking to his brother for a solution.
It was a simple job. A hell of a lot of money and three awesome cars for them to keep, if they just drove them across the border with his drugs. From point A to point B.
But after crossing the borders safely, after getting clear and letting the cars loose on the roads… the boys wanted to score a little more prize that night. Ryan had suggested the street racers to use the cars to pick up girls and the other two were too high on adrenaline to say no. A Toretto later and Ryan was slapping down bets to race him. And where he did not have the money up front, he put up the car, too self-assured to see the bad idea or risk. After all, the car was a sure thing.
"What if we just took him the two cars, tell him the third broke down, and we're fixing it. It would buy us some more time." Ryan tried again.
"Would it? Would it really?" Liam paced towards the youngest there, a malicious grimace on his face. The scruffy brown hair and stained overalls Ryan wore made him look as weak as his personality was. It was only the potent cocktail of speed, beer, women and a successful run past the border that made him believe he owned the god damn universe.
"It would be a bit hard to use that extra time when we're lying six foot deep in Carlos' back yard!"
Tyler had said nothing during the exchange, his mind was working through all the plausible ways to get that car back.
30 million dollar's worth of heroin… lost…
The shipment had been split equally between the three cars, for less chance of detection, and for protection, even if one got stopped the others could sprint the hell out of there with the other two thirds of the drugs.
But, without one of them in jail and a car in impound, there was no way Carlos would accept any story they wove.
"Ty, we need those drugs. Now." Liam turned back to his best friend, ignoring the runt of the family.
"Hide the other cars." Tyler finally spoke taking charge of the loose cannon at his side and the weakest link in what was left of his family. Liam grunted his acceptance of the order, Ryan waited nervously. "I'll tell Carlos we got held up at Customs but are clear. It should buy us another day." Lastly, he turned to his brother, a serious expression, a no-nonsense gleam in his dark eyes. "If he won't comply with a deal, we'll have to find some leverage. You will go back to these racer chasers, and find out everything you know about Toretto." The sibling nodded eagerly, but a hand stopped his rapid flee. "Let me be perfectly clear Ry… you fuck this up, and this is where we part ways… for good." He touched his hand to the gun in his waistband. "Carlos needs a body to explain the lack of drugs. If we can't get them back… he'll be getting one." Tyler took another step to his brother, his eyes burning with disappointment, hate and greed. "I know for damn sure it won't be mine." he flashed his eyes to Liam. "And it won't be Liam."
Ryan nodded, the threat clear.
Brothers was a loose term for the relationship they held. Tyler was always miles ahead, Ryan clung to his coat tails, slowing him down, cutting him back, making his life a pain. At least… that's what Tyler always said.
"I won't let you down." Ryan promised.
"A year!" Mia squealed. "Aren't you thrilled?"
"Thrilled?" Letty asked, the phone set to speaker on her dresser as she combed the wardrobe for something perfect to wear.
"Yes, thrilled." Mia's voice continued. "An entire year of romance, s-"
"Romance?" Letty laughed. "This is Dom we're talking about."
"Oh, com'on, he's making an effort and everything. He booked you a super romantic restaurant, and we both know it's not going to be a cheap night after his win last night."
"Yeah, about last night, remind me we need to have a chat about that car, the-"
"Ah, ah. No shop talk." Mia cut her off. Letty could hear the bubbling of stirred sauce over the line. Mia had promised a pasta bake for the rest of the gang while her brother and best friend had their date. "I'm simply saying, he raked in a lot of money with those races, and I know a certain lady… well, maybe not lady," Mia laughed. "That he's going to spend it on."
"If he's blowing it all on this one restaurant it must be fucking expensive."
"Hey!" Mia snapped, her dislike for curses clear. "Look, he's making an effort, and that means that those skinny jeans you've had your eyes on while we've been talking are not an option. I'm serious, put them back."
Letty looked down at the skinny jeans on the bed already set out for her to wear.
"I wasn't thinking about those jeans." she quickly lied, shoving the jeans back into the wardrobe.
"Uh-huh." Mia would probably be rolling her eyes. A slurp preceded the cupboard doors opening over the phone, she must be adding spice; the boys had a taste for hot recently. "Just make an effort Letty. Shave your legs, throw on a dress and pretend you're deeply in love with your boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend." Letty was quick to correct.
"Fine." Mia resigned with a sigh. "Shave your legs, throw on a dress and pretend you're deeply in love with the man you constantly spend time with and adore and have rampant sex with, but refuse to call your boyfriend." Mia corrected, taking a huge breath of oxygen as she finished the sentence.
Letty laughed, it sounded ridiculous when said like that.
"Alright, alright. I'll play nice." Letty paused, her hand on one of the few dresses she owned. "How high class is this mysterious restaurant?"
"Very." Mia answered, a little envy slipped out in the word.
"So… backless dress…"
"Is a no." Mia finished for her.
"And above the knee is…"
"Also a no." Mia answered quickly. "Think posh and fancy, this isn't the diner at the end of the straight mile that serves you milkshake and curly fries."
"Why can't we go there?" Letty whined, shoving back all of her dress options and turning back to stare longingly at the skinny jeans; they looked so good on her, natural and rugged, hugging her in all the right places. "I'm not fancy dress material. And neither is Dom." Letty sighed, sitting down on the bed, the phone tapped back from speaker and placed to her ear. "I like Sam's Diner. I like milkshakes. I like curly fries."
"Ah, but you love prawns, and you love side salads… if only for the humour they bring you." Mia rolled her eyes again. "Not to mention the good wine. We both know by the end of the night you'll have had the best time and… ignoring all of the food… there's another thing in that restaurant you'll love."
"If you dare say your brother I will put my foot so far up your ass you won't sit straight for a year."
"Fine, I won't say it. But you need to stop denying it Letty."
"You need to help me with dresses then… pronto." Letty finally resigned, shutting the wardrobe door with her foot. "I don't have anything posh worthy." And she was perfectly happy with that fact until tonight.
"I have a few dresses, but… I gotta dash out to the store. Either the boys have hid the tomato puree and chilli powder… or… more likely, they've used it all again." Letty heard the cupboard doors slamming as Mia continued her search. "Let yourself in and have a rummage in my wardrobe. Just don't be late for your date okay."
"Alright alright. I'll be over in a few. Enjoy your shopping spree… we need more potato chips too. Dom finished the last bag last night." She could almost hear the judgement.
"Anything else?"
"Ummm, I think Leon said there was only a few bottles of Corona left as well…"
"Alright, I'll do a big shop, get the usuals. Don't wait for me to get back though, if you're late because of me, Dom will slaughter me."
"Aye aye captain." Letty mocked.
"And Letty…" The bubbling stopped, the heat cut out from under the pan. "He's really put effort in tonight… he wants it to be perfect for you."
There was a silence where Mia convinced herself she was talking to a dead line, but eventually Letty grunted a note of agreeability and ended the call.
"This the house?" Tyler spoke, the car parked outside the Toretto homestead.
"Yeah, 1327." Ryan replied, sitting in the back seat, overlooking the brutish shoulders of Liam and Tyler. They'd spent the morning looking in every spare unit close to the Toretto garage and home for that damn car and still left empty handed. Desperation was sinking in, a phone call from Carlos pulling lie after lie from them, leaving them with several nasty threats over their heads.
"What's his sister look like?" Liam asked.
"Hot, dark hair… slim."
"Congratulations, you've just described half of America." Liam droned, his hand out of the car window, his cigarette doing nothing to take the edge off Ryan's annoyance.
"Well, I mean, she lives there… and she'll be there."
"No car. Nobody's home jackass." Liam chastised again.
"Wait." Tyler stopped them, a car drawing to a slow outside the Toretto house. "Hot." he described, getting the sight of the chic stepping from the car. "Dark haired." he continued as she stepped up the path, keys in hand. "Slim and," the female put the key in the locked house and opened it to her. "A Toretto." he concluded.
"I don't get it. Why did you want his sister?"
Neither Liam nor Tyler offered an answer. After a few minutes, the woman didn't re-emerge and their minds were set. Only an instruction came to Ryan.
"Get out of the car, pop the trunk and say nothing." Tyler instructed, a finger in his brother's face met only by nods.
Tyler and Liam exchanged a nod before stepping out of the car, scanning the road for witnesses before taking the guns low in their hands and running across to the Toretto home.
The door pushed open easily, their feet following them to the sound of female muttering about dresses. They ascended the stairs until the stood before and old wood door, the letters M, I and A scratched into the wood by a young unsteady hand.
They passed a nod and the door was pushed open, guns drawn and muscles ready for a fight.