I don't own Fast & Furious or its characters. My dad does look like Vin Diesel though lol he hates it
A mile and a half away from the store Dom caught sight of headlights flashing behind him. Brian, he thought. No doubt trying to flag him down. He ignored the lights and pushed forward, not interested in a truce with Brian. He blamed himself for this ultimately but he held Brian responsible for letting Letty put herself in harm's way after Dom had made the specific choice to leave just to keep her safe. Dom's phone rang and Mia's name flashed on the screen. "What?" he answered.
"Dom, I know you're angry but we need Brian's help. He knows better than we do what's going down with these guys. You don't want to do something that will get Letty into more trouble and you need someone with you if shit hits the fan." Dom came to a screeching halt.
"Tell him to get in the car, and then go home Mia, do not follow us." Barely had both feet in the car when Dom floored the Chevelle again, racing towards the little red dot on Brian's laptop with Brian giving him navigational directions. Finally they came to an old road, seemingly not used often. "Turn up there," Brian directed, "then cut your headlights, we're getting close. I'd expect these guys are gonna be looking out for intruders."
They turned onto a dirt road that led to an open clearing. Dom shifted his head to one side, narrowing his eyes. He cut the lights but left the engine running, eyes still locked on the clearing. He could make out a few cars, parked in a line with drivers standing next to them. They were facing a man who was speaking authoritatively. Must be Braga, he thought. He inched the car forward a little more, careful not to rev the engine. Dom and Brian focused on the line of drivers listening to Braga congratulate them on a job well done. Dom spotted Letty, standing next to her Plymouth Road Runner, arms crossed, a stern expression on her face.
"Fenix!" Braga suddenly beckoned across the clearing, raising a hand and motioning to a tall man standing at the edge of the line of drivers. Suddenly a shot rang out from the man Braga had called on. The drivers scattered. Dom perked up trying to keep Letty in his sight, temporarily frozen behind his steering wheel. "Shit," Brian mumbled, looking for Letty as well. Dom spotted her again, punching her way back into her car then taking off in the Road Runner, kicking up dust behind her. Fenix jumped in his own car and took off in pursuit of her. Dom kicked his Chevelle into gear, speeding after them. He rounded a corner then came upon a long road. Up ahead he saw Letty and Fenix gaining on her. He sped up, switching gears, putting everything he'd ever learned about drag racing into this moment to gain as much ground as possible. Letty rounded another corner, followed by her pursuer and then Dom but just as he got close, the man chasing Letty clipped her bumper, sending her flying. Her car rolled down the road and came to a screeching halt.
"Letty!" Dom called with all too familiar feeling. He whipped his wheel around, drifting into the space between Letty's car and Fenix's. Just as Fenix was stepping out of his own car, there was Brian, gun cocked and pointed at him.
"Drop it," Brian warned, motioning to the gun in Fenix's hand. Fenix smirked, taking Brian's moment of hesitation to raise his weapon.
"You won't shoot me," he said in a heavy Cuban accent, "I'm Braga's right hand man, cop." He grinned viciously, cocking his gun. Brian shot quickly, meeting his mark on Fenix's hand. Fenix roared in pain and charged Brian. Brian was smaller but quick, blocking Fenix's jabs and grabbing his arm by the elbow, kicking his legs from under him. Fenix was stronger, taking Brian down with him, the two rolled and exchanged blows, struggling to retrieve one of their guns.
Meanwhile Dom had rushed over to Letty's overturned car."Letty," Dom called again, kneeling beside the wrecked Road Runner. She was laying halfway out of the open window, panting and bloodied, her arm extended onto the pavement. Dom pulled her out through the window carefully, laying her gently on the ground. Her eyes were open but she didn't speak or seem to focus on Dom. "Letty," he said frantically. "Letty, look at me. Say something, baby look at me," Dom pleaded, pushing her hair off of her face. She was still breathing at least but she closed her eyes, seemingly giving up on consciousness. Rage burned in Dom's chest. His nostrils flared and his face twisted into a furious scowl. He stood and walked powerfully to where Fenix and Brian were struggling. As the fight at hand distracted Fenix, Dom tackled him to the ground, throwing punches to his face over and over until he heard Brian calling his name.
"Dom! Dom! Stop! If you kill him everything Letty did will be in vain!" Dom reeled around, furious; he glared at Brian, ready to attack him too. Brian held his hands up, "Dom, look at me! We need him alive or I can't clear anyone's name. Letty came to me for you, you don't want this to be for nothing!" Dom's lip started to curl. He was seeing red. Blistering fury threatened to over come him and it took every ounce of power within him not to launch at Brian.
"You shouldn't have let her! I left to protect her! You should have minded your fuckin business O'Connor!" he pointed again at Brian in that aggressive way, the way only Dominic Toretto ever did. Brian took his phone out.
"Dom, get Letty out of here," he said, "I'll get her taken off the assignment, I'll get your name cleared, I'll make sure she gets the credit for this! But you can't do anything to protect her if you stay here beating on that asshole! Get her out of here!" Dom paused as if he'd been struck. His fury had overtaken him so much he was wasting time that should be spent tending to Letty's injuries. Dom jumped up and ran over to Letty who was unconscious but breathing. He scooped her up and laid her in the backseat of his Chevelle. Brian dialed a number in his phone.
"This is officer O'Connor. Send a car, I've got one of Braga's men…I wasn't pursuing him, shit just happened just send a damn car! Count is as lucky then…Daniel, shit, just send a damn car! And put a damn deputy on the phone!" Dom looked back at Brian, who gave him a nod as he cuffed an unconscious Fenix with the cell phone between his shoulder and his ear, then sped off, leaving a trail of smoke behind.
