Dominic Toretto was the biggest prick known to mankind, Letty muttered as her feet stomped up the steps to her house and carried her through the screen door, letting it slam behind her. Ignoring the stern look from her Grandmother, she continued up the steps and fought the urge to slam the bedroom door behind her.

Yelling at her because his head was shoved up his ass instead of paying attention before taking a step back into the pan of used oil from the oil change he was doing on his stupid car. A person would've thought he'd given her the keys to the kingdom because he allowed her to help him. She wasn't born yesterday; she knew Mr. Toretto made him ask.

If he needed to yell at someone, perhaps he should've yelled at the skanks who'd been walking back and forth past the Toretto house trying to catch his eye. Stupid girls. They had his attention the first time they paraded past, with their tits hanging out while they were wiggling their barely covered butts. By the fifth time they flocked by, he was so distracted that he barely realized the catch pan wasn't placed properly and most of the liquid had splattered onto the driveway.

Perhaps she shouldn't have laughed when he stepped back and ruined his new boots. But she couldn't help herself, he'd been acting stupid. Flexing his arms when the girl's voices alerted them of their pending arrival, making sure he gave them something to look at.

"Letica." Her Grandmother's floated through her bedroom door. "Dominic is here."

Rolling her eyes, Letty stripped off her tee-shirt and tossed it into the corner. Of course Dom was there. Tony had been chewing his ass when she stormed off, and knowing Mr. Toretto he sent his son up the street to apologize. Well, he could stand at the bottom of the steps all day; she was done with his stupidity.

Grabbing a clean top, she tugged it over her head before moving to her bed and flopping down.

"Letica!" A slow smirk spread across her face, as she lay on her stomach and crossed her ankles. Her Grandmother would give up soon, sending Dom away with some flimsy excuse.

Grabbing the discarded magazine she'd been reading the night before, she flipped through the pages, her eyes scanning the cars before moving to the next page. Most of the cars received a roll of her eyes. Just because they looked pretty, didn't mean they could do shit when it came to speed.

Her ears perked up when she heard heavy steps on the stairs. Frowning, her head turned toward the door. Her heart nearly stopped when there was a soft knock at her door. Now this was a first. Typically whenever Dom was sent over to tell her he was sorry for whatever dumbass thing he'd done, and she decided to ignore him he would leave.

"Letty will you stop being so stubborn?" His tone was annoyed, which only made her more annoyed with him.

"When you stop being such a douche." Letty muttered, flipping the page a little too harshly and cursing when it ripped.

"I'll stop being a douche when you stop acting like a kid." His reply had her scowling at her closed door, while her hand clenched into a tight fist. He knew she hated it when he called her a kid. Dumb ass was only four years older than she was. "Are you going to let me tell you I'm sorry?"

Gritting her teeth, Letty pushed the magazine off the bed and rolled onto her back. "Dom, go away. We both know your Dad sent you up here. I'll do us both a favor; you don't need to worry about me asking to help with the cars. That way you don't have to be stuck hanging out with some kid."

"Jesus." Frustration seeped through the door. "That's not what I meant."

"Go away Dom." Kicking off her shoes, ignoring how her throat felt tight, Letty stared out her bedroom window at the clouds in the sky. She could hear his heavy sigh before his boots traveled down the stairs.

An hour later the Toretto's sent in the heavy guns, as Mia let herself into Letty's room and took up a spot on the bed. "Are you really going to stop hanging around the house?"

Still staring out the window, Letty shrugged her shoulders. Anger still simmered beneath her skin, as Dom's words echoed through her head.

"Are you going to stop being my friend?"

Sighing, Letty hated the hurt tone in Mia's voice. "Of course not. Who else puts up with me?"

Feeling her legs being nudged to give Mia more room, she scooted over so they both could fit on the twin bed. "Dom's really sorry."

"Only because your Dad heard him." Letty grumbled.

"A little." Mia laughed. "Dad really gave it to him good this time. But you should've seen his face when he came back. He really thinks you're not gonna come around anymore."

Moving to lay back on her elbows, Letty gave Mia a long look before sighing. "I'm not. We're still friends and we can always hang out here. But I'm getting tired of his shit."

"What about the races?" A knowing smirk moved across Mia's smug face.

Oh, girl had her there. "I'll make an exception for the races."

"And my birthday?" The corners of Mia's mouth twitched.

Sighing, Letty tried not to laugh. "Of course I would come over for you birthday. I'm just tired of Dom calling me the shadow. Treating me like some stupid little girl who barely tie her own shoes. His idiot friends aren't any better."

"Letty can I ask you something without you getting all bitchy?"

"Probably not." Letty answered while her brow inched up. She'd learned over the last few years of being friends with Mia that whenever she asked her not to get bitchy, she typically did. "But I can see you're gonna burst if you don't, so spill."

"Do you have a thing for Dom?"

Freezing, feeling as though Mia had punched her in the gut instead of asking a simple question, Letty tried to keep her face neutral. "Shit no. Guy's probably carrying more DNA on his stick than a sperm bank."

Her eyes widening, Mia snickered. "Classy."

"Hey, he's your brother."

Mia's smile faltered before she sucked in a deep breath and said. "You know, if you did you can tell me."

"Is that what he thinks?" Feeling her blood turn ice cold, Letty leveled her gaze on her friend, hell her only friend and waited for her response.

"I -." Licking at her lips, Mia looked suddenly uncomfortable. "I may have overheard him talking to Vince."

Oh shit, Letty thought darkly as she shut her eyes. "Kill me now."

"I guess that's a yes."

"No." Letty protested, her eyes going cold. "I don't do school girl crushes. Your stupid idiot of a brother thinks he's some kind of sex god. I hang out there because I like working on cars, and seeing he knows his way around an engine I like to pick up things from him. If your Dad wasn't worried about losing his license at the garage I'd be there every day, learning from him."

"Are you sure?"

Pulling a pillow from behind her head, Letty tossed it at Mia's face. "Positive. Can we stop talking about him?"

Letty Ortiz was the biggest pain in his ass. In the last three years she'd gotten him in more trouble than he would have otherwise. It pissed him off that at the age of fifteen she had the ability to push his buttons like no one else could. With just a twitch of her lips, he knew she was mocking him. While a simple roll of her eyes let him know he was being stupid. But when she got mad enough to give him the silent treatment, meant two things. He'd been a total jerk, and that his Dad was gonna ride his ass until she forgave him.

And with Letty's temper that could be weeks, if not months.

Fisting his keys, he trotted down the steps, his feet slowing when he spotted his Dad sitting in his recliner in front of the TV. So far they'd been able to avoid one another since the episode, but when his Dad raised his disappointed gaze to his, Dom prayed Letty dropped her attitude fast.

"How'd it go?" Though his tone came out calm, Dom could tell he was still angry.

"Wouldn't come down stairs." Leaning against the door frame, Dom tried not to fidget under his Dad's heavy stare. "I went up to her room."

A slight smirk moved on the older man's lips. "And how did that work for you?"

"I think I really pushed her too hard this time."

Sighing, his Dad turned off the television and gave his son his full attention. "You're not a kid anymore Dom. You've got a temper and it's about time you learn how to control it. I would like to think I taught you how to be a man."

"Come on Pops, you know you've been a great Dad." Feeling like an ass, Dom looked down at the tip of his boots before looking back up at his Father.

"Your friends look up to you." His Dad went on. "You were a born leader, and you need to think of how your behavior affects others."

He knew this too and sometimes he could almost feel the weight from the responsibility that came with it.

"Letty has had a rough life." His Dad's voice lowered again, as Dom winced. Sometimes it was hard to remember the nightmare Letty had lived before moving in with her Grandmother, not when her sharp tongue was lashing at him. "I know she seems tough, but sometimes it's just an act. Like everyone, she has cracks in her armor. It's time you man up, and stop letting your anger control you."

"Jeez, you act like I hauled off and hit her." Feeling like some abusive asshole, Dom glared at his father from his position in across the room.

"Sometimes words hurt more than fists Dom. Remember that." Pushing himself out of the recliner, his Dad moved across the room and reached out and squeezed his son's shoulder. "You're a good person Dom. A little wild perhaps, but I blame your Mom's side of the family for that."

Listening to his Dad's footsteps climb up the stairs, Dom looked down at the keys in his hand. He was supposed to meet up with the Vince, Leon and Jesse. Instead, now all he wanted to do was take a drive and clear his mind.