Author's Note: Ending this fanfiction early because I'm currently working on two fics involving Dom and Letty – one of them being how they came to be. I know there are so many out there already so I'm trying not to be too repetitive. Anyhow, here's the last chapter of this fic. Like it? Don't like it? Let me know.


"Dom," Mia's voice echoed through the payphone.

He slightly rolls his eyes – it's just like his baby sister to check up on him, despite his strict orders on not to.

"Mia, I told you not to call me here," he explains with a hint of agitation in his voice.

"Dom, its Letty…" Mia beings and he sighs once more about the women in his life who appear unable to follow simple instructions, "she's been murdered."

The word murdered causes his breath to come to a steady halt. His mind could never fathom Letty and murder in the same sentence. He briefly wonders if he heard wrong but he knows better. The razor sharp words were too swift for him to attempt to block them out. They quickly whirled into his ears and latched onto his brain with no mercy. He finally remembers to breathe and fully grasp the information given to him: someone murdered Letty. His veins being to pulsate at a rapid pace, so much so, that they start to bulge out against his bronze skin. The familiar emotion of anger begins to manifest. The muscles in his chest begin to tighten, constricting so much that there's slight physical pain. He clenches the phone into a death grip that causes his palm and knuckles to turn white. Someone killed Letty – his Letty.

He swallows the arduous lump in his throat that materialized with vast speed and attempts to speak.

"I'll see you soon," he says and drops the phone before his sister can protest.

His feet mechanically start taking the necessary steps to his car but they're restricted steps, as if rust has abruptly formed on his legs.

"Letty, she's been murdered" those words finally pierce devastating holes through his heart as he slumps against the tall wooden doors to his rustic garage.

He can feel himself slowly unraveling – emotionally and physically. Hearing and breathing are slowly becoming a thing of the past. His mouth starts to part and make movements to form words that he can't hear. The only audible sound is Letty's voice.

"Ride or Die, remember? Dom, how long have we been doing this? Now, all of a sudden, out of nowhere, it's too dangerous. Come on. We'll figure out, we always do."

Her words keep replaying over and over, like a mantra as he hits the sides of his head with clenched fists. If only he would have listened to her none of this would have ever happened. Letty was always right, what made him chose a different path? It's a question that will haunt and unmercifully taunt him forever.

Dom's heart beings to feel an incalculable amount of pain: punctured, broken, torn, twisted – every deformation that can occur is happening. Even now – in distorted pieces – his heart aches for Letty. The thought of her not existing in a world where he doesn't causes tears to well in his eyes. He'll never feel her soft and sultry touch. He'll never feel her body pressed against his. He'll never hear the rapid flutter of her heartbeat in pleasure or steady flutter during a peaceful slumber. The back and forth banter they shared each day are no more, none of it, never again.

Warm tears start to escape his eyes, rolling down his cheeks with vast speed. Making things right starts to become his dominate thought. Despite blurry vision from watery, red-rimmed eyes, he continues to assemble the necessary repairs on his car.

In what seems to be instantaneous Dom finds himself crossing the border of Mexico and into California. His eyes no longer hold any emotion – only a focused stare implying he's on a mission to make things right. Time no longer matters. The Earth has stopped moving and is showing no signs of possible rotation. In Dom's reality why should it? Letty doesn't exist here.

His eyes overlook the parade of perfectly lined street racing cars and the people who are loitered at Letty's gravesite.

His eyes only pay homage to Letty.

He firmly crosses his arms at his chest and vows to never let another woman enter his heart.

He inhales sharply and whispers up to unwanted clear skies of Los Angeles, "Take care of her dad."

He turns swiftly and beings taking steps toward a journey he feels is necessary – a journey for Letty, for the love of Letty.