Okay, so to be honest this ain't something I would usually write. For the people who know me, you probably know I'm a big Brian/Mia fan. Maybe it's one of the biggest reasons I don't really ship Dom/Brian that much. I can't really picture Brian to be with anyone but Mia in the long run, hahaha. But, uh, the idea of Dom being in love with Brian, like one-sided, seemed interesting to write, so I figured I could do it—try something new and all.

This was supposed to be a one-shot, but it's turning out to be waaaay longer than I expected. So, I decided to split it up and make it a two-shot, or maybe a three-shot, we'll see.

Since this is the first time I've ever written something like this, especially since I'm not one of the biggest Dom/Brian shippers to begin with, I'm pretty nervous about publishing this. XD Hopefully, it's good and you guys will like it. I've spent a couple of days writing this and I did my best, so here's to hoping! xD

So, here it goes. Hope you like it!

At the beginning, Dom didn't pay much attention to Blondie.

He was aware he was there in the diner, yes. It was kind of hard not to when the guy came every single day and always asked for the same god damn thing. He was a customer, and customers were good for business, so Dom couldn't really complain.

Although there was also the fact the guy always flirted with Mia. And Mia flirted right back. Which wasn't something Dom was particularly thrilled about—considering how protective he got over her and all—but he was aware Mia was smart; she knew what she was doing.

That wouldn't stop him from being over-protective over her, though, so after consecutive days of hearing his baby sister flirting with tuna blondie, he decided to just check the guy out to try and see just what Mia found so interesting in him.

So, Dom got up from his seat in his office to get a drink, using that opportunity to let his eyes wander to the stranger, and god damn—he was quite the sight. Which was kind of awkward to Dom, 'cause when he'd decided he'd check him out, he didn't mean actually check him out. And the guy seemed to notice someone was looking at him because he turned his gaze to Dom's, and shit, Toretto could feel the gaze's weight.

Which didn't make much sense in his mind, because shouldn't a buster surfer blondie's gaze be… lighter?

His eyes were a blazing blue, electric. They were icy, yet there was a burning fire in them. It was quite the contradiction—a fucking antithesis. It was amazing how mesmerizing someone's eyes could be. The guy didn't look at him for too long, just for a second or two before turning his gaze back to Mia, giving her an easy smile, and Dom had to practically tear his gaze from the guy to stop himself from staring.

After he sat down, he sighed. Well, no wonder Mia was interested in the guy. He was hot, no doubt about that. Dom wouldn't deny when a man was attractive. He'd done guys before, particularly during his time in Lompoc, but after he'd gotten out, he and Letty went serious and there hadn't been anyone else after that. Well, anyone else other than Tran's sister, but that was a mistake from his part when he'd had too much alcohol and he and Letty were fighting. Letty had been pissed, but they'd managed to work out and he'd never betrayed her ever again.

And now this happened.

Fucking hell.

Well, Dom mused, it's probably just physical attraction. Nothing to be worried about. Some eye candy wouldn't hurt anyone. No harm done.

And with that, Dom stopped thinking of it all together and went back to his papers.

Few days after that, Vince went and started a fight with Blondie. What a fucking annoyance. Dom tried to ignore it all together. It wasn't the first time Vince went after men who flirted with Mia. It irked Mia to no end, but to Dom it was a win-win situation—even though Vince wasn't good enough for Mia, he still kept the other wannabes away from her—and he wanted to keep it that way. And speaking from experience, the fight would go away soon on its own.

It has better go away on its fucking own.

"Jesus Christ, Dom, you get out there, please. I'm sick of this shit." He heard what his sister said, but he didn't reply, instead focusing on his papers. He wasn't in the mood for this. "I'm not kidding, Dom! Get out there!" And Mia's voice had reached 'I'm-not-kidding-the-fuck-around' level, so Dom just exhaled sharply and stood up.

He expected Vince to be kicking blondie's ass—which would be a shame, 'cause he did have an attractive face—but instead, he found the sight of blondie actually having the upper hand. Which was pretty impressive—he didn't really think blondie could fight.

"What'd you put in that sandwich?" he just had to joke. Maybe too much tuna was helping blondie fight. 'Cause that amount of shitty tuna had to do something.

"That's really funny," Mia replied, sarcasm dripping in her voice.

"Dom!" Letty called sharply, glancing at the street where Vince and Blondie were still fighting. He got the message; he needed to stop the fight—one, because Mia wanted him to, and two, because they didn't need cops sniffing around their business.

"Alright." So, Dom went out there, followed by Leon, Jesse, and Letty, and put an end to the fight, throwing Blondie into the Maxima. Blondie seemed surprised, as if he hadn't been expecting been thrown into a car. And shit, Blondie looked even better up close, but Dom was quick to put that thought down. It would not help the situation.

Blondie put his hands up in a gesture of peace, but Dom could see the look in those icy blue eyes—he could see the fire—Blondie wasn't backing down. "Hey, man, he was in my face," he said, as if to defend himself.

Dom wasn't impressed. "I'm in your face." Vince tried to get to Blondie once more, but Dom stopped him, pushing him back were Leon stood. "Relax! Don't push it! You embarrass me!" he yelled, like a father scolding his son instead of a guy scolding his best friend, but Dom was practically the father of his little family, and he wasn't in the fucking mood to be nice. "Jesse, gimme the wallet."

Dom opened the wallet, and read the name in the driver's license. Brian Earl Spilner. Holy fuck, that name was awful. Sounded like a drug dealer, or a serial killer. "Brian Earl Spilner. Sounds like a serial killer's name. Is that what you are?"

"Nah, man." Blondie seemed kind of offended for that assumption.

Yeah, whatever. Time to end this shit. "Don't come around here again," Dom commanded, shoving the wallet in Blondie's chest. Yeah, they'd be losing some eye candy, and yeah, Mia would get pissed, but it would probably be better in the long run if this Brian Earl Spilner stayed away. Vince would be happy at least, and it would save them the drama.

So, Dom began walking back to the diner, thinking the problem had been solved and he could go back to his fucking papers in peace. But, it turned out Blondie truly wasn't backing down.

"Hey, man, you know this is bullshit!"

And for a second, Dom paused. No one in their right mind back-talked him. Not in his territory, at least. Toretto turned around, expecting Spilner to finally back down and leave, but one look at that—admittedly handsome—face, and Dom could tell this Brian was still not backing down, and there wasn't any hint of fear in his voice or face.

Fucking stubborn, fearless, crazy ass white boy.

Dom felt his interest spike and even an amount of admiration flourish at that, but he had a rep to keep, so he wouldn't just change his opinion and invite Spilner to dinner. That wasn't how Dom rolled. "You work for Harry, right?"

There still wasn't any fear in Spilner's face, but there seemed to be a little amount of worry now. Dom figured that was good enough. "Yeah, I just started," Brian replied.

"You were just fired." And with no more words spoken, Dom turned around and went into the diner. And as he heard the sound of the pick-up truck's engine as Spilner left, Dom was convinced that would've been the last time he ever saw Brian Earl Spilner.

As it turned out, however, he was completely wrong. He did see Brian Earl Spilner again, literally that night. Harry had, for some reason, fought for Brian to keep working for him—something about good help being hard to find—and Dom had ended up giving in. After all, just because Spilner worked for Harry's, it didn't mean they'd run into him that often.

Dom was wrong though, and he wasn't even surprised. Of course Spilner showed up at the race—and not only did he show up, he bet his pink slip. And by that point, Dom wasn't sure if the guy was just stupid or overconfident. But, then Spilner had said, "If I win, I take the cash and I take the respect," and when Dom had questioned him on the last word, letting out a mocking laugh as he did, he'd replied, "To some people, that's more important," completely unfazed by the mockery, and Dom felt his interest grow even more, even though he didn't let it show.

And after they'd finished the race, with him winning, of course, and Spilner somehow being second—even after he practically screwed up his car while doing so, fucking buster—the blond was grinning, something that amused Dom endlessly, because he really didn't think there was anything to be laughing about—at least not for Spilner. "What are you grinning about?"

The grin that was lighting up Spilner's face did not disappear. In fact, it seemed to grow, and Dom couldn't help but think it was beautiful. "Dude, I almost had you!" Spilner seemed to be so proud about almost beating him, something which Dom had to snort at. He decided to set Spilner straight, listing off the various mistakes he did while racing. However, Spilner's smile didn't disappear as he listened to Dom's speech, and Dom somehow ended up even more interested.

God damn it.

Then the cops came, and he was almost, almost caught. He would've been, if it hadn't been for Spilner—out of all people—coming to the rescue. Kid drove like crazy, avoiding cops and swaying around the streets like it was natural. Okay, so maybe he was awful at racing in a straight line, but Dom could admire talent and Spilner was definitely a good driver. Which made complete sense, according to what he'd found out after getting Jesse to run a background check on him.

Spilner went to juvie for GTA, and Dom for some reason liked that fact. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact no-one from his team have ever done time. Couple of overnighters, yeah, but that was the extent of it. Now, juvie and jail were different, but it was still a pretty similar experience in a way. Maybe that's why Dom found himself telling Spilner about Lompoc. He usually wouldn't do that with anyone, but Spilner seemed easy to talk to.

Then the whole shit with Tran went down. Dom was sure that if it had been anyone else, they would've been freaked out. Spilner wasn't though. Even after having guns pointed at him and watching his car blow up, Spilner kept his cool and that not-giving-a-flying-fuck attitude of his, talking about what had happened as if it were a casual thing. There weren't many guys like that.

And while they were sitting on the taxi together, going home, Dom finally admitted to himself that yeah, Spilner was attractive, but not only that, but quite interesting as well. He found himself wanting to know more about the blond. It was hard to believe he'd practically kicked him out that same day. Didn't really feel right.

Maybe that's why he invited Spilner to the party. Yeah, it was partly to shove it to his team's faces that they weren't there to help him when he needed them—which was honestly fucking annoying; he almost got caught by cops, had a run-in with Tran, and his team were just enjoying a party? Fuck them—but probably to let him know he was welcome around again. After all, Dom meant it when he said he was in his good graces.

When Letty persuaded him to give her a massage, he quickly gave in, not at all worried about Spilner being left alone around Vince, Leon and Jesse. He'd seen the guy's attitude with the whole Tran fiasco—he was sure Spilner could take care of himself. So, he left with Letty, not without reminding Spilner about his ten-second car, and then Dom had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time he saw Brian Earl Spilner again.

And he was right, because a few days later Brian showed up at his garage with that piece of shit that had once been a Toyota Supra. It was a fucking mess, completely wrecked, but it had potential—just like Brian had—and, after popping the hood like Brian insisted, Dom was convinced to keep it. After they fix it, it'd definitely be the ten second car Brian owned him.

Dom told Brian that he was now working for him. He took that decision in that moment, mainly out of two reasons. One; because that piece of shit wasn't Dom's ten second car yet, and since Brian owed it to him, it was just fair that Brian helped put it back together. And two; Dom wanted Brian around. Simple as that.

Which was weird, because he hadn't really let anyone else in on his team after he'd been sent to Lompoc. Perhaps it was about time to change that. Perhaps Brian was meant to be the new member of his team.

Dom really liked Brian. He liked his personality, how he was cool, cocky, yet nice. Brian didn't seem to be afraid of anything. He was a cocky little shit, yeah, but he was still respectful and nice. He was also damn crazy, and he was pretty reckless, too. He didn't take any shit, but he was good-natured and didn't hold grudges, letting things go quickly.

And of course there were his looks. Damn. Jesse was right; Brian Spilner was bee-oo-ti-ful and that mixed with his personality made him unique. Dom's interest continued to grow as he spent more and more time with Brian. Actually, it wasn't just an interest anymore. At this point, it was fascination.

And Dom was comfortable enough with Brian to invite him to the Sunday barbecue, even though that usually was reserved to family only. It just showed how much Brian had gotten under Dom's skin, and oddly enough, Dom was perfectly fine with it.

Dom liked how Brian seemed to fit in his team. Sure, at the beginning, the boys were worried about the newcomer, but they'd gotten past it. Jesse admired him, looking up to him as an idol. Leon seemed to like him, warming up to him pretty quickly. Letty liked him, too—thought he was cool. And Mia obviously liked him. The only one who still didn't seem to like or accept the buster was Vince. Vince was obviously extremely annoyed at how Brian was still around, always trying to make him uncomfortable or start a fight with him. Brian mostly ignored Vince, although he definitely didn't seem to like him.

Dom figured he would have to talk to both of them if they kept that hatred up. 'Cause they'd have to learn to live with each other's presence.

The garage was usually hot, too hot, so it was pretty normal for the boys to take their shirts off. And damn, Brian was fucking attractive—he was lean, but still toned, as well as tanned. Dom had a very hard time not staring or being too obvious, and his dick seemed to notice Brian, too, which didn't really help Dom's situation at all. Especially since it wasn't just physical attraction at this point. Dom hated to admit it, but he was starting to feel some things, even though he tried to ignore it.

He tried to ignore all of it, because Brian was completely out of reach, and Dom was well aware of that.

There were two main reasons for this. First, it was Letty. Dom loved Letty—was in love with Letty. And his feelings hadn't changed; even as he developed these feelings for Brian, his feelings for Letty hadn't changed a damn bit, which left him pretty damn confused. Was it possible to love two people at the same time? As in, be in love with two people? The idea of that kind of freaked Dom out, and even if it didn't; Letty would probably castrate them both if she found out what Brian was doing to Dom, without even realizing.

And that was the second problem. Brian didn't seem to realize the effect he had on Dom. He didn't seem to be interested in Dom—as a friend, yeah, but not more than that. And then there was Mia, who had made it clear that she was into the buster. And Brian was making it clear that he was into her, too. They were getting closer as time passed, and even though it kind of hurt Dom to see it happen, he didn't interfere.

Mia deserved happiness, and if Brian was the one who give it to her, then so be it.

Besides, Brian was pretty much the one guy that met with Dom's approval to date his baby sister, which—considering everything Dom was feeling for the blond—was really fucking ironic.

Dom really found himself wondering when he had gotten so fucked up.

The first time Dom realized how utterly fucking reckless Brian was, was when Vince convinced him to follow him one night.

Yeah, he did know Brian was reckless, but he hadn't realized just how reckless he could be.

Checking garages out to see what competition they would have during Race Wars. Holy shit. Vince was convinced Brian was a cop, and for a moment, Dom was doubtful, even though he really was wishing Brian wasn't a cop. Then Brian explained everything, which didn't convince Vince at all, but Dom found himself believing in Brian's story. It sounded just what this crazy ass white boy would do. Which was probably one of the reasons he'd gotten Brian to come with him and Vince to check out Tran's garage. Other than the fact he knew Brian wasn't afraid of Johnny Tran.

They'd almost been caught by Johnny and his crew, and it made Dom realize just what kind of danger he'd put Brian in. After all, Dom could clearly remember the looks Johnny's creepy cousin, Lance, sent Brian back when they'd destroyed the Eclipse. His eyes never left Brian that night, and even though Brian didn't seem to care, Dom could feel his blood boiling just thinking of it.

And that's when it hit Dom, that with Brian being so reckless, he probably got in trouble a lot. And Dom found himself worried that Brian fucking Spilner would end up with a bullet in his head someday, with that recklessness and bravery of his, and then bowed he wouldn't allow that to happen.

Dom wasn't thrilled about Brian's date with Mia—not at all, and it wasn't only because that was his baby sister—but he'd accepted it. He did threaten Brian, like he has done with every man that has dated Mia. "You break her heart; I'll break your neck." Usually, Mia's dates wouldn't even be able to look at him in the eye, just give a shaky nod and stammered before leaving as quickly as possible.

Brian wasn't like them, though. He just stared back at Dom, meeting him in the eye, unfazed, as he replied, "That's not gonna happen."

And that reply encouraged Dom to show Brian his dad's Charger. Which was something he had never, ever done. His team knew the whole story, had been there when it had all happened four years ago (even Jesse, who had been fourteen at the time). He never told anyone the story. He never had to; he never wanted to.

But, with Brian was different. Dom could talk to him, could be honest, could tell him stuff and he wouldn't be judged. He knew Brian wouldn't judge him. Even though he just knew Brian for a couple of weeks, it felt like forever. So, he just told the story, told what happened, let it all out, for the first time since it had happened. And Brian had just been there, listening, letting Dom tell his story.

And by this point, Dom knew he wanted Brian to stay forever. Okay, so maybe they would never be romantically involved, and while it was kind of hard for Dom to keep things platonic, he was beginning to accept it—even though it felt like a part of him was dying doing so. That didn't mean Dom couldn't have Brian as a friend, and while that wasn't exactly what Dom wanted, it was close enough.

When Dom walked into the garage to see Brian hugging Mia from behind, kissing her head lovingly, he felt a sudden, sharp pain in his heart. It was hard enough to keep things platonic, knowing Brian didn't think of him more than just a friend, but this; seeing him with his sister, like a loving couple, made his heart ache. Dom wanted to know Brian in that way—wanted to see him, hear him, know whether he was a gentle or a rough lover—but he never would. Mia, on the other hand, knew Brian that way, and it made Dom feel kind of… jealous.

Jealous of his own sister because she was dating Brian. That was so fucking pathetic, and fucked up as well.

Dom didn't act like the unrequited lover in this situation. He acted like the older brother he was. Yeah, he did kinda feel like the unrequited lover, but neither Brian nor Mia nor anyone had to know that. That was something just he would know, and no-one else.

So, he just stood over them and watched them with a look of a protective older brother. Feeling tension rise, Brian stood up, said he had to make a run for Harry, and left. Dom took that opportunity to talk to Mia, 'cause despite the fact his heart clenched every time he saw her with Brian, she was still his sister, and he worried about her. He insisted about her studying, having to work harder than she was, which she seemed annoyed about, telling him coldly to get off her back before leaving the garage.

Shit, now that wasn't fucking planned. Dom didn't wanna seem like the big brother who took control of his kid sister's life, but he wanted better for her. She didn't belong there, and Dom was adamant about her getting a better life. A better life he could ever have. Maybe that was one of the reasons he didn't interfere on her relationship with Brian. Brian was a catch—Dom was damn sure of that—and if Mia was the one who got him, she deserved to keep him.

Everything to make her happy.

And that was when Letty slid out of the car, interrupting his musings as she defended Mia. Of course she would stand up for her. Letty was her best friend, but she was Dom's girlfriend, too. And funny enough, it worked. She was the one who helped him solve problems with his sister when they had. Letty had always been there for both of them. Dom knew he was damn lucky to have her.

He loved her.

He really did. He was in love with her.

But, it seemed she wasn't the only one he was in love with, because as he was kissing her in the garage, images of the blond-haired, blue-eyed racer came into his mind. Which was confusing to Dom, completely fucked up, but he guessed that, by keeping things platonic, his feelings for Brian would go away with time.

And if they didn't, well—at least Brian was, hopefully, gonna stay around. That'd be enough.

Brian was probably the only driver in the world who had Dom clutching his seat in fear of dying. The kid wasn't so experienced racing, but he definitely was a damn good driver. And he'd definitely progressed. He'd smoked that Ferrari back there and he'd looked so damn sexy while doing so, too.

Dom could tell Brian was in a bad mood that day. It was kinda hard not to. Kid was usually smiling, never really losing his temper, but now you just poked him and he barked back. Dom told him not to lose his cool—that cool he loved—saying it was his meal ticket, but Brian just got pissed, offended, like he hated the idea of someone else helping him.

"No, see, that's one thing about me, Dom. You don't understand," Brian said, his blue eyes flashing. "I don't need handouts. I don't take handouts. I earn my way, every step."

And as Dom was hearing Brian ramble, he felt… strange. Refreshed. 'Cause that was the first time, the first time ever, that someone he considered part of his team didn't really depend on him. Don't get him wrong, he loved his team and taking care of them, but sometimes, it could be exhausting. But, Brian—he didn't want Dom to take care of him. Yeah, he wanted to be around and be part of the team, but he didn't look to Dom for help. In fact, he seemed annoyed from getting it.

And Dom would have to talk with him about that, because even though it was refreshing to know Brian didn't depend on him, he'd have to learn to accept help from family from time to time.

"Just gotta make a little something extra on the side, like you," Brian added.

"What do you mean, like me?" Dom asked, defensively. Even though he felt he could trust Brian, the truck hijackings they were doing at night was not something to be taken lightly. He hadn't even thought of telling Brian about them. Then again, he didn't think Brian would've realized something was up. And as he listened to Brian talk, Dom realized Brian Spilner was much more perceptive than what he gave him credit for.

When Brian claimed he wanted in, too, Dom made a decision. He gave him a card, and Brian seemed irritated yet interested, and when he asked what it was for, Dom kept the answer simple. "Directions," he told the blond. "To Race Wars. We'll see how you do. Then we'll talk."

Dom was going to tell Brian everything.

After Race Wars, he was gonna tell Brian everything.

He'd watched Brian race, watched him win, and Dom knew he had the ability to participate in the heists. Dom had planned it all out in his head already. He and the team would pull of that last heist, Brian and Mia would stay back in Race Wars, then they would all go on vacation to Mexico, and it would be around this time he'd tell Brian the truth. They'd stay some weeks in Mexico, waiting for the heat to go down, and then they'd come back and continue pulling off the hijackings, but with Brian on their team.

It sounded like a perfect plan to Dom, so he was going with it.

Then Jesse raced Tran, lost, and then drove away. Shit. That was inconvenient, 'cause they were short of one man for the heist. And it was also worrisome, because Jesse was like a kid brother to Dom, and to everyone in the team really, but they'd all figured that after Jesse managed to put himself together, he'd come back.

Back to the heist, though, it may not be such a good idea to do it without Jesse, even though Dom was sure they could pull it off anyway. Although, they could always…

"Where's Brian?" Dom asked his sister, who was watching him and the team with a frown on her face.

"Went to see if Jesse came back," Mia replied, glaring at her brother. "At least he's looking for him." Then she raised an eyebrow. "Why do you ask? No…" Mia seemed to realize what Dom was thinking and she glared at her brother. "Dom, no. Don't you dare! Leave him out of this!"

The others seemed to realize what Dom and Mia were thinking as they turned to Dom. Vince looked pissed. "Hell no, Dom!" he barked. "It's bad enough you're insisting he stays around. We do not need him for this, too!"

"We're short of one man," Dom said. "And Brian's a good driver. He knows we're doing something on the side to earn some cash and he said he wants in. It could work."

"Fuck no," Vince growled. "We don't need the buster sniffing in our business, Dom. I'm telling you, he's a cop!"

"You're still going on with that?" Mia questioned Vince, turning her glare at him.

"He ain't a cop, Vince," Dom said, fully convinced. "He's one of us."

"Well, even then," Letty said. "It'd be a bit much to just go and ask him to join us. I mean, I'm not sayin' he's not capable, but we don't have the time to explain how it'd all works."

"He shouldn't even participate in this in the first place!" Mia growled. "It's bad enough you're all doing this. Don't make Brian participate, too!"

"I think Letty's right," Leon said. "If Brian is participating in this, that's cool with me, but not this time."

"So, we'll just go alone," Dom concluded, nodding his head. It was a shame Brian wouldn't participate this time, considering he asked Dom to let him in, but that was okay. It was the plan, anyway. And even though Jesse wasn't there, Dom was convinced they could pull it off.

"No, you won't!" Mia growled, and the two Toretto siblings began having an argument, neither aware that a blond-haired, blue-eyed man was watching them from Mia's trailer.

Dom had never felt so betrayed in his life.

No, it wasn't the first time he'd been betrayed. But, those other times were nothing compared to this. The pain he was feeling in his heart was pretty damn unbearable and he was full of raging emotions, mainly anger and guilt.

It had all started with the heist going wrong. Vince was stuck in that truck, and Dom could feel nothing but helplessness, anguish, guilt, anger, and fear. That was his best friend stuck in that fucking truck, and there was nothing he could do to help him. He tried, but it proved to fail, and it anguished him. He was afraid his best friend would die. He felt guilty because his team—Leon, Letty, and Mia—had all insisted not to do it, that they had a bad feeling, yet he didn't listen. And he felt anger—not at the world—at himself for not listening.

Then, an orange blur rushed past him, and Dom realized who it was. Brian and Mia. His heart almost stopped as he watched Brian jump from the Supra and into the truck—it was a similar feeling to what he felt when he saw Letty's car roll over—and worried for both Brian and Vince. But, as it turned out, Brian was able to rescue Vince and get unharmed from his crazy ass stunt.

If the situation had been any different, Dom would probably have scolded Brian for being so God damn reckless.

In that situation, Dom could feel his heart full of pride and… and love. Love for Brian. Fuck, he loved him, God damn it. He loved him. Dom was more than ready to make Brian part of the family officially. After Vince was sure to be okay, he would've done so.

And it was when they were trying to save Vince's life, when he felt the knife in his back.

Okay, so it wasn't a real knife or anything, but it damn felt like it. And it wasn't even in his back. It felt more like a knife in his fucking heart. Because hearing Brian say those words had killed a part of Dom.

"Yeah, yeah, this is Officer Brian O'Conner."

Dom couldn't believe he'd been so blinded. Vince had told him so, multiple times, and yet he hadn't believed him. He'd been blinded by some blue eyes. He'd let the man into his family, he'd let him date his sister. And not only that, but he… he fell in love with him.

Fuck!

Dom wished it would be so easy to just hate Brian. It would make things so much easier, so less complicated. But, he couldn't. Especially not after Brian had helped him avenge Jesse's death—with had hurt like a bitch, because Jesse had been a kid brother to Dom, and Dom would never forget him—and had given him his keys and let him go.

Let him go.

Instead of arresting him, he'd let him go. Let him walk away. Just stood back and watched as Dom drove away in the Supra.

"I owe you a ten-second car."

And as Dom drove away into freedom—into running—he made the decision that he would never think about Brian Spilner or Brian O'Conner ever again, unless it was to hate his lying, deceitful ass.

Thanks for giving this a read and, as I said before, I hope you liked this concept. Please leave a review and tell me what you think! The next part should be up soon, maybe a couple of days. We'll see how that goes. :)