Chapter One: Rest In Pieces
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Letty POV:

I can't believe it…my car flipped, Vince is in the hospital and Dom...

I snort at the thought.

God only knows what the hell he's doing...

My ribs hurt like hell, it hurts to breath, hell, even to move...

We'd told Dom not to pull the last heist, and I'd only gone along with it because of that stupid fuckin' promise he made t' me about a goddamn beach in goddamn Mexico...

Now Leon and I are on our way to Rosarito to hide out until we've all caught up with each other...

We hadn't counted on Vince getting shot and ripping his arm to shreds.

We dont even know where Jesse wound up after he raced Tran for slips...

God...

Spilner's a cop or some shit from what I heard Dom and Mia fighting about...

I'm still slumped in the backseat against the window...

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Leon POV

"Talk to me, girl..." I say, looking at Letty in the rearview mirror.

I'm freaking out, trying to hold it together long enough to get Letty somewhere safe. I'm not supposed to be in charge of shit...

That's Dom's job, or hell, Letty's if Dom's not around.

Well, he sure as shit ain't around now, but she's not in any condition to be in charge either.

I'm scared to death if she doesn't start talking i'm gonna get to Mexico only to find out she's died in the backseat.

"'m gonna kick...his...ass." she moaned; it even hurts to talk...

"Dom?" I ask, nodding a little to myself, trying to get her to keep talking.

She kicked the back of my seat on reflex, only to groan loud and hard from the pain that little action has sent shock waving through her body.

"Shit, girl...y' try t' kick his ass you really might end up dead..." I laugh before stopping myself.

Shit.

I don't know what's happened to Vince, where Jesse is, what kinda injuries Letty has...

I see her slide down onto the seat, curling up in a little ball…

The only position that doesn't hurt like hell right now.

"'s gonna be okay, chica..." I say, almost more for myself than for her.

"'f you say so..." she reaches up and flips her shades down over her eyes, flinching with every movement.

"No going to sleep..." I tell her louder, looking back over my shoulder as she flips her shades down. "We need'a switch cars…" I mutter.

"What?" she asks, not moving.

"Your Honda's lyin' in a ditch back there, Dom's is on the side of the fuckin' road, and here we are, just coincidentally, Mr. Officer, in an identical fucking car, down to the tires an' green glowy shit an' all."

"Leave it to us to be drivin' tricked out fuckin' cars..." she grouched.

"Needed the shit for the heists..." I laughed. "'kay so maybe the undercarriage was just showin' off a bit, but the other...?"

"Stupid fuckin' tires..."

"Hey now, what you got 'gainst those tires?" I raise my eyebrows, looking at her in the rearview mirror again

"Shut up…" She gave me a look that tells me she was being sarcastic.

"That Honda prolly saved your life..." I laugh, wishing I hadn't said anything almost the second the words are out of my mouth..." Assuming you don't still die on me... I can't help but continue the thought in my head.

"An' I got the broken ribs an' scratched up face t' prove it..."

"Y' don't know the ribs are broken..." I glance back at her before looking at the road again. "So whaddya think, you up for a count of GTA 'fore we hop the border?"

"Get a decent car an' I might be..."

"An' by decent y' mean...?"

"You tell me." She shrugs

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Leon POV

"Civic?" I suggest, I always have liked the car. "Jus' not a tricked out one?"

"Sure…"

"You got a color preference, chica?" I ask, taking the next exit off the freeway.

"Nissan…"

"Hate t' tell ya, but Nissan ain't a color…" I laugh, wondering if she's going delirious or some shit.

"My car, Le…"

"You wanna go back f'r your car?" I ask, not sure what exactly she means.

"Like we got time…" she snaps at me.

"We'll get the cars later…" I nod, reassuring myself. I can't imagine my skyline sitting in an impound lot somewhere…I just can't. "So you wan' a Nissan 'stead of a civic?"

"Sure…"

"Demanding as fuck…" I mutter under my breath, braking quickly as I see a Costco to the right, changing lanes and pulling into the parking lot. "See anythin' catches your eye?"

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Letty POV

"Demanding as fuck…" he mutters under his breath, braking quickly as he sees a Costco to the right, changing lanes and pulling into the parking lot. "See anythin' catches your eye?"

I sit up, smacking him in the back of the head.

"I've always had a soft spot for mustangs..."

"What was that for…?" he winces when I whack 'im.

"I am not demanding!" I snap, glaring at him. "Did you hear what I said about the mustangs?"

"How could I hear anything when I'm gettin' smacked upside the head?" he asks, pulling into a spot next to a black mustang. "How's this one?"

"Yes." I say instantly, flashing back to Dom and I fooling around in the backseat of his black mustang.

"Okay…" he slides out of the civic, trying to look cool as he checks out the mustang. "Looks good…no lo-jack, no alarm…Christ, people are fuckin' stupid…"

"You're gonna have t' do the honors, man…"

He looks around the parking lot, amazed that for once there aren't like twenty million people hanging around. Quickly, he jimmies the lock on the mustang.

I slump into the passenger seat as Leon keys the engine.

"Mexico here we come…"

"Yeah, man…" he laughs, pulling out of the lot, heading back towards the freeway.

As we pull out onto the freeway, I can't help wondering what happens next…when I'll see Dom again…

…if I'll ever see him again…

…he'd sent me and Leon ahead…

…anyone who knows Dom knows how he gets when he's angry…

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Leon POV

"It's gonna be okay, chica..." I tell her, grinning a little as I put the 'Stang through its paces…it's not suped up like our usual cars, but it'll do.

"What if he doesn't come?" she asks, staring out the window of the car.

I glance over at her quickly before focusing on the road again.

"What, Dom? He's gonna come."

"What if he DOESN'T, Le? What if Spilner or whatever-the-fuck-his-name-is arrests him and puts him back in jail? That would kill him, Leon…he CANT go back to prison. He CANT!"

I shrug a little, not quite sure what to say to her.

"Look…he's gonna be fine, okay? He's gonna find Jesse, Mia's gonna get Coyote sorted outta the hospital, an' they're all gonna be right b'hind us, 's soon as they can."

I have to believe this…I know I'll fall apart if I let myself consider the alternatives, and I have to be strong, take care of Letty, so I can't fall apart…

"We had a cop on the inside and we didn't even know it…he could be right fuckin' behind us waitin' to bust us at the border…"

"Y' don't think they woulda already picked us up, 'f that were true?" I ask, looking over at her quickly again.

"I don't know what to believe anymore, Le…"

"I know, chica…" I murmur, sighing heavily. "Y' just gotta keep believin' it'll turn out okay…think positive…"