Title: Fly on the Wall
Author: Villana Del Amor
Rating: M
Summary: Throughout the years, she was nothing but a fly on the wall to them. But now things have changed. They are different. Everything is different- especially her. Vince/OFC
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the OFC.
Chapter 1: As If
She fell back into the lounge chair where she had currently spent the last couple of hours tanning. She knew she would regret it in a couple of hours, but it was better than being inside that house. She pushed off the straps holding her top up and let them fall to the side, avoiding any more tan lines than necessary.
Nicolette Rodriguez put her sunglasses on and continued her usual routine of scowling. It was what she did. Ever since the heists. Ever since they ran off to Mexico and spent several months there, waiting for anything and everything to happen. For the cops to kick down their door, yelling for them to freeze. For her to spend the rest of her life behind bars.
But as every day passed, the anxiety built up. Everyone was scared. Everyone lived their life to the fullest. As much tequila as they could down, as many people they could fuck. But the day never came and they worried. Worried until Hector showed up on their doorstep, telling them that it was safe to come home.
No one asked, but everyone knew. Brian had saved their asses once again. Letty could remember the only time Dom brought his name up. She heard him whisper it to Hector, whose only response was that he was gone. After that, no one dared to bring up his name. But that didn't stop them from wondering about him, that didn't stop Mia from loving him.
Letty sat in the back yard, staring at the house, wondering what the fuck she was still doing there. Hiding outside from the devils that were inside. They were not the same. They were broken. Everyone was. No one quite knew how to go on, so they did what they knew best. Built cars. Raced. Partied.
Like as if nothing happened.
But she knew. Even if they all walked around with their chests puffed out and acted like nothing had changed, she knew. She felt it every time Vince poured himself another shot. Every time Dom disappeared into the garage to work on his father's car. Every time Jesse took another pill for the pain. Every time Leon sulked in his room, reading another magazine. Every time Mia disappeared into the kitchen for hours. Every time she went into the backyard.
She hated it. The fact that they were all pleased with being so fake. With walking around acting so- "Are you coming inside, any time soon?" Dom asked, interrupting her thoughts. He emerged from within the garage, wiping his hands on a dirty rag. She rolled her eyes and watched as he walked towards her.
"When sun the goes down," she replied, her voice sultry and smooth. Dom continued to stare at her, a frown on his face. His mind ran a mile a minute, trying to think of what to say. The correct phrase that wouldn't lead to them having a fight- again. It had become the usual. More than ever, they fought for no reason. A simple look, an innocent sigh, would send either one of them into a rage.
But this time the fights were different. Everyone could tell they were. In the past, the fights were full of love and passion, but now, they were full of boredom and unspoken thoughts. Now they fought to keep the dullness from killing them off slowly. They fought to make sure that they could still feel something. Other than regret. Shame. Sadness. They fought.
"Dinner will be ready soon," he said, glancing towards the house and then back to her. Letty sucked her teeth and shrugged. "I can tell Dom. Mia's been in the God damn kitchen banging pots and pans for the last hour or so," she said, closing her eyes and leaning back in her chair, clearly dismissing him.
There it was. The simply action that would set him off. A shrug. A dismissive look. That's all that took for him to start roaring at her. And then they were off, like as if the last couple of months had taught them nothing.
As If.
Mia watched from the kitchen window, shaking her head sadly. When did we get so fucked up? She thought to herself, watching as Letty and Dom stood toe to toe, berating each other. Mia crossed her arms over her chest and sighed, they could put on all the acts they wanted, but they all fell apart as soon as they got home.
At the garage, they were the best friends. At the races, they were the cool ones, that nobody could ever step to. But as soon at they pulled into the driveway, all the fronts were dropped. They would return to their usual arrogant selves. Like as if they don't know any better, Mia thought as Vince walked into the kitchen.
He headed instinctively to the fridge, opening the door and peering into it. Mia turned and leaned against the counters, watching him. Her face was blank, but everyone could clearly see what she was thinking and it wasn't anything good.
Letty and Dom had each other to keep company, either by arguing or fucking, but lately it had been by the latter. They now kept separate rooms, Letty bunking with Mia or hitting the couch every night. But just how Letty and Dom had each other to fight with, Mia had Vince. No could figure it out, why they took a turn for the worse, and Jesse and Leon had no choice but to put pillows over their heads or music on when the two got to fighting. They didn't try to figure it out, just hide in their rooms from the fallout.
Mia sucked her teeth, watching as Vince rummaged through the fridge. He froze and slowly turned towards her, a scowl on his face. They stared at each for a few moments, silently wishing that the other would say or do something first. Mia gave in first, believing that playing Vince's little game was childish. V scoffed and chuckled to himself, declaring himself the winner.
"You're such an ass!" Mia said, turning around and getting back to dinner. V slammed the fridge door shut and held his arms out. "I haven't said one damn word since I got home from work, Mia. How the hell am I such an ass?" He said, pulling out a chair from the table and plopping down into it.
"Look at you," she yelled, pointing at him with a cooking spoon in her hand, "You're disgusting! Ever heard of a shower, a shave and clean clothes?" He continued to scoff and shook his head, cursing her silently. "Hey, I don't hear anybody else but you complaining!" He shouted back, slamming his hands down on the table.
"No wonder all you can do is bring skanks home. A woman with some sort of self respect would have to be mentally deranged to ever think about dating you," Mia snapped back, flipping around and staring at him. They continued to shout back and forth, another usual for the team.
In the beginning, the neighbors would call the cops every so often and they would get a ticket or some sort of reprimand. But now they were used to it. They figured that the two were a couple, going through a rough patch. But the team knew that the real reason Vince and Mia fought about every little thing was because they were blaming each other.
Vince would blame Mia for Brian. Mia would blame Vince for not fighting harder to get them to believe that Brian was a cop. They never voiced their blame, but Leon and Jesse knew enough about everyone to know what was really going on. Anybody else would've just chalked it up to scorned lovers, but this ran more deeply.
Mia slapped V across the face, followed by some spit that landed squarely on his forehead. He wiped it off with a growl and stood up so fast that the chair fell back. She took a step back, her chest heaving at his words. "Whether or not I'm a prude and will never get married and have a life of my own, is none of your God damn business!" She yelled at him.
V knew he would never hit a woman, but her next statement almost pushed him towards the edge. "If I were you I would worry about how you can't get it up anymore cause you're always so drunk! How do you plan on pleasing your skanks with your fucked up arm and your limp dick? You can't even get that right! You're a reject, V. You should've stayed on that truck!"
As soon as those words left her mouth, she felt her heart drop. He clenched his good fist, feeling like he was about to lose it and put her through a wall. But instead, he resorted to flipping over the kitchen table, sending glass everywhere.
Dom and Letty froze, glancing back towards the house. "What the?" Letty said, following Dom into the house. By the time they got there, Mia was balled up in a corner, crying her eyes out. The kitchen was a mess. Something was burning on the stove. Vince was gone.
Like as if he was never there.
They didn't know what to do. Where to look. Dom thought he knew his best friend, but his knowledge was quickly but to the test when he realized that Vince was gone. Disappeared. He wasn't at any of his bars. Any of his other friend's houses. He wasn't at the shop. He grabbed his guitar case and left. Not a single shred of evidence pointing towards his location.
His cell phone was off and Dom had no choice but to tell Jesse to locate him using the GPS anti-theft system in his car. As he paced, waiting for the information, he watched as Mia tried to put the kitchen back together. Letty stood in a corner, still in her bathing suit, watching Mia and frowning down upon her.
"I told him that he should've stayed on the truck," Mia whispered, picking up a chair and righting it. Letty shook her head and glared at her. "That's fucked up, Mi. What if that was you instead of him? You crossed the line." Mia flipped around, her hair flying behind her wildly. "You think I don't know that Let? We were just fighting like always. And the words came out so easily that I didn't even realize what I said until I saw the tears in his eyes!"
Dom walked into the kitchen, a piece of paper in his hand. He shoved it into Mia's hand and pointed at it. "You go and find him. You fix this and bring him home! Even when we were knee deep in shit because of the heists, we never once left each other. We're not about to start now," he barked at her.
He took a step back and cocked an eyebrow at his little sister, taking a stand against all her bullshit. Everyone thought Mia was so nice and prim and proper. But Dom knew that she had a mean streak in her. He knew that she could be a real mean bitch when necessary. He knew that she would push the right buttons. He was only glad that V held his composure and didn't do more damage than necessary.
Like as if they needed any more shit dropped on them.
Mia pulled into the motel's parking lot, already cringing at the conditions. How V could even conjure up the balls to come to this hell hole, she would never know. As she passed the flashing pink sign that read PINK FLAMINGO, the motel's name, she spotted his car. Mia parked next to his and shifted into park, turning her car off. As she pulled the key from the ignition, something in her mind forced her to stop and think.
Pink Flamingo. Sounds familiar, she thought to herself, exiting her car and walking over towards the door in front of V's car. She found it ajar and stuck her head through, finding Vince sitting on the bed, his back towards her. "V?" She whispered, a fake smile already plastered on her face.
He turned towards her and the smile instantly disappeared. Her eyes immediately fell on the picture in his good hand, the other holding a bottle of whiskey. She drew her eyes up and found his tear soaked face and that's when it all came back to her.
How Vince ended up at the Toretto household. How his mom committed suicide, in a motel not too far from the house. That's why the name sounded so familiar. That's why Mia's body began to shake from the sobs. That's why she ran towards him, throwing herself on top of him.
Like as if the fight never happened.