I can almost hear her laugh

The hotel room was new but it already felt like theirs when the girls had emptied most of their belongings around the place, littering it with clothes and takeout bags. They barely noticed it. All Gisele could focus on was Letty sorting through it, clearly on a mission for something.

"That was disastrous," she stated and Letty didn't even spare her a glance. "So he was with another girl, that explains why he was all shirtless and yummy."

"G," Letty snapped, her eyes still occupied in her search. Gisele hadn't even bothered asking what she was looking for exactly, she knew she wouldn't get a response; the girl wasn't in any position to discuss pointless things. And, after all, she would find out when she had actually found it. Whatever it is. "It wouldn't be the first time I've walked in on him having sex but I didn't even make it to the door." She explained with not enough emotion behind her tone to work out what she felt in that moment, the only thing Gisele could note was the slight breathlessness to her words as she moved around the room.

"So you didn't see her?"

"No."

She finally found it, her favourite jacket, the dark leather that hung on her perfectly giving her the right kind of edge that sprouted an extra ball of confidence in her being, not that she needed it, Gisele thought. She was Letty Ortiz. Yet she still threw it on and the girl felt slightly hopeful. "You're going back?"

"No."

The hope died in her chest, an irritated sigh forcing its way past the Israeli girl's lips. "What – then where are you going?" No response. "Letty?"

Letty's back.

Those words sent Mia's thoughts on overdrive, her head spinning, her stomach turning with anxiety and her chest leaping with hope. A hope she hadn't had in what felt like forever. She was too wrapped up in herself and her own feelings that her brother's were completely lost on her. She hesitated, but finally, her eyes settled on him. They traced his features carefully, reading the crease in his forehead and the worry in his eyes. He had gone straight there after spending only a few hours with no other leads and no other ideas on what to do with himself, but for some reason, Mia thought he looked like he hadn't slept in days, despite only having laid eyes on Leticia Ortiz hours prior.

"Are you sure?" Mia had almost forgotten Brian's presence beside her until he was the first person to speak up. She glanced at him and could tell he realised instantly how silly his question had been. If he hadn't worked it out straight away, Dom's lack of a reply confirmed it. Mia couldn't speak, she couldn't find the words to make this better or comfort her brother or even herself. She was just as lost as she imagined he was. "Dom," Brian continued carefully. "I know the situation is beyond messed up, I know it's hard and complicated and none of us know what to say or how to go about dealing with this, but… Letty's alive, Dom. Under any circumstances, whether you know how to track her down or not, you know she's alive. Isn't that a good thing?"

Brian had been a part of their world for so long now; Mia had always let it slide every time he came to their aid and made things so much better for her family. But this time, when he was the only person to find the words, Mia noticed and she was sure she fell in love with him even more in that moment. Mia's eyes hadn't left him, despite her desperate want for Dom's answer to the question. Her gaze burned into Brian, and there, on her features, grew a warm, genuine smile.

"2K buy in."

A sly chuckle left the Latina's lips as she hung around the outta circle of racers, quite clearly known as the regulars and her competition. She was heard, evidently, because all eyes were on her now and nobody looked happy at the judgemental expression her features held. "Pussies." She wasn't helping herself. Her follow-up comment sparked anger in racer-chasers and competitiveness in the eyes of everyone ready to race.

"I'm sorry, you got something to say, sweetheart?" A male with dark hair and big-built frame strode over to Letty, not looking too pleased with her presence and clear sense of confidence.

"2K is a little cheap, ain't it?" She pushed, visualizing all the buttons she was pushing in the stranger. "5K buy in," Letty held up a wad of notes between two fingers in front of the man's face, taunting him and pushing him over the edge. She was as impressive as ever but the doubt in his eyes gave her the faint concern he wouldn't take her up on her offer. She watched him carefully, the arched eyebrows, the slight twitch in his fingers as they danced over his thigh, tapping mindlessly. He was worried but she just wanted to race and win big. Just take the money and let me kick your ass. She willed him on in her mind, standing still, calm and collected, holding her nerve as easily as holding a gear-stick and shifting it to its peek speed. He wasn't going to take it.

But someone at her side, someone closely behind her, slipped the cash out of her grasp. She didn't panic, she didn't bat an eyelid. She was just ready to race whoever was willing. Letty shifted enough to glance at the unknown recipient. Her heart stopped but you couldn't tell. She felt sick but her skin didn't even pale. Her stomach lurched painfully as though she had been punched in the gut, but she didn't even flinch. Dominic Toretto, the King of the streets, of any street. Even Spain, of course.

"They ain't good for that money," His voice was low, raspy and dark. Just as she had remembered, deep enough to send instant chills over her skin. "But I am." The thrill and excitement of the race bubbled up inside of Letty's stomach, the familiar feeling of racing was enough to make her giddy, but racing Dom was a whole other level. His head tilted down towards her, his words saved exclusively for her ears. "Just like good old times."

She watched him stalk off to his car, that Charger, that piece of home. With her chest about to explode and the heat in her being, only scarcely threatening to splash a red discolouration to her cheeks, Letty copied his movements in the direction of her own car.

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