Chapter 4
One Week later.
Dom sat at his usual perch right outside the motel room, a half burned Marlboro Red hanging from his lips as he counted out a wad of cash into piles on his lap.
One thousand...two thousand...two thousand forty...fuck.
They were burning through cash at a fast rate. As he was about to pocket their remaining cash, a car turned into the lot catching his eye. It's a cop car, but not just any cop car. US Border Patrol.
"Son of a bitch..."
***
Letty dipped her head back, letting the hot water drench her satin black hair. The strong stream of water didn't sting her various cuts and bruises anymore. They were healing nicely, and the pills had done a good job with getting her through the pain. She was never big on pain medicine, always just fought through whatever ailment came her way. But this was a little different, and Dom had made sure she took them, said she needed to rest.
She couldn't put an exact time table on it but she was pretty sure they'd been there for about a week. She was finally beginning to get her strength back and she was starting to get restless.
Just as she was beginning to really enjoy the massaging stream of hot water on her lower back, the bathroom door flew open and Dom whipped back the curtain, handing her a towel.
"Dom, what the f..."
"We gotta go."
***
"Dom, pull over, I gotta piss," Letty stated only about fifteen minutes into their trip.
"You can't hold it?"
"You want me to piss all over your fuckin car?" she raised an eyebrow, challenging him, and sighing, he pulled over at a run down bar somewhere in Juarez, Mexico, still dangerously close to the border.
Letty got out and Dom followed.
"What're you doin?" she asked, confused.
"Gettin a beer."
A nice long piss and five beers later, Letty and Dom sat in the dark bar, kicking back El Presidente beers, truly relaxing and having fun for the first time in over a week.
"And you didn't wanna stop," Letty laughed, seeing Dom was clearly becoming less and less sober by the second.
"I'm always up for a beer," he smirked.
"I want tequila."
"Letty..."
"Dos disparos de la patrona." Letty called to the bartender, nodding toward the half full bottle of Patron.
"Letty c'mon, I gotta drive."
"Then I'll do them both," she smiled.
The bartender grabbed the bottle and poured two more than full shots, placing them in front of the couple. Letty grabbed hers...and Dom's.
"Uh, uh," he muttered, grabbing his shot from her hand. "I'll do it."
"Fine. You say grace," she smiled.
Looking stoic, Dom stared at the shot glass full of liquor.
"To family," he said softly, holding his glass up to Letty's.
Letty smiled, clanking her glass with his. "To family."