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Chapter 3

LPOV

Not caring that I was wet and only had a towel to cover my body, I took the steps two at a time, slipping on the last steps, but I managed to keep running.

Busting into the living room, four set of eyes stared at me surprisingly. I hadn't known they were all in the house, but I was glad to be looking into the familiar faces of two of my cousins and two of my very close friends. Miriam and Kodi just shook their head at me, probably no longer surprised by some of the shit I do- and coming flying into a room, soaking wet, with only a towel on didn't seem to surprise them much. Zac and Seth probably should have had the same reaction, but seeing as though they're both guys, the only thing they were doing was staring at my exposed legs.

Snapping my fingers at both the guys "Eyes up here," I said, pointing to my face.

"Letty, baby, you certainly know how to make an entrance. Did you need help washing a particular body part, cause I'm more then qualified to help a sister out?" Zac said, eyeing me from head to toe with his signature smirk on his face.

"Shut up Zac." I heard him chuckle.

"Come make m-"

Before he could finish that sentence I cut him off, almost forgetting why I was in such a rush to get down here "Where's Morgan?" I asked hesitantly hoping that she was here safe somewhere.

Morgan was my youngest cousin out of all the girls, she was eighteen and she was like a younger version of me literally down to the looks and the attitude to match. Life hadn't been the easiest on her, whether it was from losing her mom from cancer or some of her stupid decisions that made it that way. I wasn't around much since we moved to LA when I was fifteen, but I made sure to call and video chat at least three times a week with her. I was the first person she called when she felt like everyone was babying her and need a break from it all, she came to stay with me and my mom for a couple months after losing her mom. She was in our grandma's custody, so she had to return to the DR and start school back.

Thinking back to the gunfire, my heart was telling me that she didn't make it out, but I was hoping just once I was wrong.

"We haven't talked to Morgan in about three in half months; she called us right before she left saying she was going backpacking across Europe to discover the culture with some friends. She said she needed a break we all figured it was because of the anniversary of her mom death coming up. She was supposed to meet up with us a week ago. She gave us the date and time for her return, but she didn't show." Miriam answered as she scrolled through her phone looking for information. "Why, what's going on Letty?" Mir asked, becoming more concerned by the minute.

My heart was pounding loudly, I just knew everyone could hear it. "Are you guys out your damn minds, who thought it was okay to let her leave by herself? Did anyone confirm her story? Did you call grandma and made sure any of that bullshit of a story she gave was legit? Hell, why didn't anyone call me, why didn't you guys lock her in the damn basement or something?" I yelled, pacing back and forth through the room, a million thought running through my head. What did she get herself into and what does this have to do with Braga and whoever this Carter person is?

"Now, you know just as well as any of us that Morgan does whatever she wants to. We couldn't stop her even if we wanted to, but what I don't understand is why should we have stopped her, she always like to be alone during the time of her mother death," Zac reminded me.

Omg! It's been three months and she hasn't been in touch with anyone, she would have definitely contacted someone if she was in trouble. No contact mean the gunfire I heard was someone shooting and killing her. If I didn't have a reason before to hunt down Braga I surely did now. Braga and whoever this Carter person was were going to wish they never messed with her, I swear that on my last breathe.

"Letty!" Three voices screamed at me.

"What's going on with Morgan, is she okay?" Kodi asked, now standing in front of me trying to get my attention. Trying my hardest to keep the tears from falling, I just shook my head and drop down in the nearest chair. Running my hands through my hair I tried to clear my head and explain to them what happened.

"Right before I left you guys to meet Dom in the Dominican Republic, I had a conversation with Morgan about everything that was going on with some of the stuff dealing with my dad. Miriam and Kodi nodded their head understanding what I meant, Zack and Seth didn't really know anything so they were looking confused. "I told her that we would figure everything out and for her not to do anything until I got back."

My plan was to meet Dom and get his opinion on everything, and see what should I do I thought to myself, but things didn't go like I planned. Once I got there I was so happy to see him again that I told myself I would tell him later. But later never came and he told me we was getting ready to go on another adventure. Ever since Jesse died almost five years ago things has been off between us. We were constantly fighting over the fact that he always left for months and then would find a place for a few weeks to be with me. It wasn't what I wanted out of our relationship and it was beginning to take its toll on me. So I was more than willingly to get us back to the way we were even if that meant doing another heist that had once cost us almost everything.

"She was mad and stormed off saying that I put Dom before everything, and that she would ask you or Miriam to help her," I said looking at Kodi. "I forgot to tell you guys, but I figured once she had calmed down she would just wait till I came back."

"That's not surprising. She's right, you always dropped everything you were doing to go out and follow behind Dom, but when your family needs you, we always had to wait." Kodi snapped at me.

I just glared at her. I know they were right, but I was tired of hearing about how I chose Dom over them. He was my first love, we had gone through a lot, I had shared everything with him. He wasn't just a part of my life, he was imbedded so deep in me that it felt like we were one. Yeah, we weren't the ideal couple, we enjoyed pissing each other off and testing the boundary of our relationship and life. We were very private people, we understood each other like no one else could. With just one look he knew everything that I felt or wanted. Dom was a giver, he wasn't about what the world thought, it was just me and him, no show, no bullshit, just the Letty and Dom show. I was sixteen when I realized that I was heads over heel in love with him. He was all I could think about, working with him in a hot as garage wasn't much help to my teenage hormones. Everything changed after he left me in Mexico though; our relationship wasn't like it used to be. I felt myself always giving more and being disappointed when he didn't do the same. It was like he was on auto pilot and had completely shut down. I kept thinking that as long as I stood by him he would go back to being the Dom I knew and loved. That's one of the reasons I didn't go see what Morgan was up to- me and Dom had went to a private beach and finally reconnected and I wasn't ready to leave. I wanted to hang on to it and see if he had finally changed. But in the end he was just prepared to leave me once again, saying it was too dangerous, but our lives were built on dangerous, I knew that was a bullshit excuse. By that time I was through fighting for something that could never be like it used to, maybe the incident in LA and losing Jesse and our family splitting up was too much on him and our relationship. When he tried to leave me in the middle of the night with a stake of cash and my cross, I knew this was it, I was so mad and completely done with the whole situation I couldn't keep fighting. I was all out of fighting. Maybe them thinking I was dead was for the best, but I hope Morgan didn't pay for my mistake.

"Enough," I yelled, slapping my hands against the table. "This isn't about me and Dom, this is about the fact that Morgan is in trouble, if not dead." I heard Miriam and Kodi quick in take of breath and Seth abruptly sitting up in his seat. I felt Zac eyes burn a hole into the side of my head, silently telling me I better explain.

Closing my eyes I thought back to that night. "When I was fleeing from Fenix and his crew I got a call. It was Morgan, she sounded like she was in trouble and that she was running or being chased. She yelled at me that Braga knew who I was and that he was Escobar's son, and something about someone name Carter. Before she could say anything else I heard a gunshot and the phone went dead right before my car flipped."

Kod yelled, "OH MY GOD!"

"I know, and that was over three months ago. Seth, I need you to pull up all of Morgan's credit card transition in the last six months, we need to figure out exactly what she stumbled upon. Also do a check on any and all know associates of Braga Cartel, there's a hard drive in my room with all known associated of Braga. Run it against that debase first. We need to know who exactly who this Carter person is and what his dealing with Braga is. We need to figure out where Braga is at, we find out what happened to Morgan." Pushing all my concern and emotions to the back I had a job to do I just pray that somehow some way she was still alive?

Seth nodded before getting up and started typing on his computer.

Twenty minutes later Zac spoke up. "We know where Braga is."

"Where is he?" I asked feeling like I wasn't going to like the answer.

"He's in a jail cell back in LA," said Kodi. "Dom and Brian put him there."

"Dom and Brian? What are you guys talking about?" I asked, knowing that I was missing out a lot of information from this story.

I heard Miriam sigh and when I turned to her, she passed me a folder.

"After your death, Dom went back to LA to revenge you. He somehow managed to get into the exact same race scene you were in. Brian also got into the races," she said. As she was talking I flipped the folder open and began going through some of the information. "I don't really know what happened, but Fenix was killed, Braga was brought in, and Dom was sentenced to life in jail without the possible of Parole."

My head was spinning. My heart felt heavy, even though Dom and I were no longer together, I didn't want him in jail for trying to avenge my death. Why would he come back to LA? He should have just stayed away. A part of me knew why he didn't stay away; just like I would risk my life to make him a free man he would kill anyone he thought was threatening me and vice versa. Even when we were apart we were always trying to protect the other one.

Oh god Mia, everything I did means nothing now. Mia still got left alone without anyone. No matter what pain Dom put me through, I would never want him to return to jail. He once told me that going back there would be the death of him.

"Letty, there's more." I put my head in my hands, shaking it back and forth.

"I don't think I can take anymore right now." This past hour and a half had been overwhelming. Not only had I found out that I was in a coma for three months, but that my cousin may or may not be dead. My family was in danger and my Dom was in jail. My brain was on an information overload.

"Calm down Letty. Dom's not in Jail. The bus never made it. O'Connor and Mia busted him out." My head snapped up at what she just said. "Like I said, there's a lot that happened in the last three months when you were sleeping. We've been following their movement. After breaking out they headed to Rio to meet up with a friend, from there they got into some more trouble."

"Yeah, Toretto can't seem to keep his self out of trouble. Something happened and they got the whole damn U.S government agency after their ass," chuckled Zac.

"There's a more detailed account of everything that happened in Rio. But your friends jacked some rich guy and stole his money and tore up Rio all in the time frame of two weeks. After that they disappeared. We stopped tracking them, looks like Toretto was finally ready to settle down."

Confused as to why she was looking at me like that, I finish going through the paper work. I was relieved when she told me that Dom hadn't went to jail, but now all of them were fugitives including Mia. Flipping through the last content of the folder there were pictures of the crew that helped Dom in Rio. I remembered all but two of them: Roman and Tej. The last couple of pictures were what made my heart stop. There were pictures of Dom and some Blonde hair girl. The pictures of them in bed together and of them walking hand in hand on a beach were my final straw. Standing up quickly, I threw the pictures back on the table and making my way back upstairs, not wanting anyone to see my tears. From the date on the corner of the picture I knew that Dom didn't even wait until my memory was a distant before jumping into bed with someone new. I guess that answered my question on how much I really meant to him.

Going back to my room, I finally decided to get dressed. I pulled out a pair of running shorts and a black tank, wondering if maybe a run would help. As I was getting dress my thought kept running over everything again, "What right did I have to be mad? We were broken up after all." But telling my heart this didn't make the pain ease, it just intensified.

The girls were right, I had made a fool out of myself for years following behind someone who clearly didn't love me the same way I loved him. Never again would I let Dom Toretto make a fool out of me.

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