Okay, first and foremost, I owe the readers of this story a huge apology for taking so damned long to update. Secondly, this chapter took forever to come to life because I lost inspiration almost entirely until I found the right song. And while I'm at it, oh my god you have no idea how hard this was to find the inspiration for!
Enjoy!
Chapter Two
Coming home.
Home.
The feds found him in Brazil. He'd started to say something about extradition when the short one – Trinh – had informed him they weren't arresting him, but instead bringing him home.
That had only confused him even more than the fact that he was surrounded by Feds but not in handcuffs.
Then they'd dropped the bomb on him. That Letty – his wife – was risking her life in an attempt to complete her end of a bargain which for each of her predecessors had ended in death.
He was on edge from the moment the Feds laid out the specifics to the moment the plane left the airport and even moreso as they'd crossed into American airspace – certain they'd revoke any and all deals in place.
They'd touched down at LAX, gone straight to the hotel where the rendezvous was to take place and promptly put him in a hotel room with specific instructions not to go ANYWHERE.
As he'd stared out the window once the feds were gone, still trying to come to grips with the bombshell-worthy news he was facing –his wife was still alive. She hadn't died after all.
He hadn't always been the best boyfriend, or hell, even a very good friend to her in their past together. He knew that, knew he didn't deserve the seeming miracle he was being handed. But all along, the one constant, no matter how much of an asshole he acted like, was Letty Ortiz and her love for him. She'd always forgiven him, no matter what he did or said to her, and he'd never understood it.
The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became to him, the prospect that this might just me a cruel dream concocted by his mind.
'Be careful what you wish for.' His father had warned him time and time again when he'd griped about a pint-sized Letty hanging around the garage with him and his father. 'You might get it an' then some you don't want.'
Letty was reminded of something her abuela used to say to her when she was a small child as she lay in bed beside her husband.
"A drop in the ocean can change all."
Since she was a small child Leticia Ortiz had prayed to whatever god was out there that she and Dominic Toretto might end up together, no matter how absurd the notion might have seemed.
And now, now that she was closer to him than she had been in more time than she could remember, she felt as if she were in heaven…
When they'd been on the run, meeting up in various cities in countries across Central America and the Caribbean, she'd always cherished their time together, dreading the last few hours of every visit, when they'd become awkward around each other, unsure of what to say or do with the time they had left.
Most nights when they had been apart from each other, after Dominic Toretto had left her in the Dominican Republic, she'd hardly slept, which led her to thoughts of old friends, and the nagging wondering in the back of her mind if she'd misplaced her undoubting trust in Dominic Toretto. After a while, she'd quit counting the number of regrets she had.
And now…everything seemed to be coming together again.
Now…
He was her heaven.