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"Show me how to fight for now
And I'll tell you baby, it was easy
Comin' back into you once I figured it out
You were right here all along"
Mirror – Justin Timberlake
Fractured
Dom knew that while some of the questions were answered, everything wasn't good between them. Letty was still mad, he was still, confused as hell. But she'd agreed to help, and that was something. He knew the feelings were still there, between them. He'd never stopped loving her. He'd just forced himself to try and move on. He had done it more to make Mia feel better than anything else. And he'd always known that it wasn't real. That it was just a shadow. That he'd always be in love with a ghost.
Only now here she was, in front of him, solid, real. Still his.
At least, he hoped.
He was about to lay out some of the details when Letty's phone started buzzing loudly. She sighed and pulled it out of her back pocket, glancing at the screen. She looked back up at him, something like regret flashing in her eyes.
"I have to go."
"How do I get in touch with you?"
"It's too dangerous, Dom," she said, shaking her head. "I'll get in touch with you. Remember, I was always good at finding you."
He smiled a little, though it hurt to remember that. About how he'd made himself disappear so well she hadn't been able to find him after he'd bailed on her. How she'd been so desperate to bring him home she'd nearly gotten herself killed. But she was alive. He had to remember that she was alive. That was more than he'd had yesterday.
"I don't like it," he said, reaching for her arm to draw her back. "He's dangerous."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm dangerous. None of that 'trying to protect me' bullshit, Dom. Remember how that works?"
He winced and she yanked her arm free.
"Don't think I'm letting that one go," she said pointedly. "The only way you'll get Owen is with someone on the inside. That someone is me."
"If you think you're in danger…" he started.
"I'll get out," she finished. "I was already planning on it."
He met her gaze and he found himself lost in those dark eyes. He just wanted to fold her up into his arms and carry her away to safety. He didn't need LA. He didn't need his name cleared. He had his Letty. He just needed her. Why hadn't he realized that before? He'd been so damn stupid.
She smiled slightly, pulling away from him. "I know that look in your eyes," she murmured. "Damn stubborn man." She pulled open the door to the Interceptor, slid inside before he could grab for her. "I'll be in touch. Don't follow me, Dom. I'm serious. It will be a lot more dangerous for us both if Owen finds out about you."
"What does he know?" he asked, startled at this information.
"Too damn much. Conniving little bastard." She cursed under her breath in Spanish, then yanked her door closed. Without another word she drove away and Dom watched her go.
A part of him was terrified that he wouldn't see her again, that she'd disappear, so he watched the car until it was a tiny speck in the distance. She was real. She was real and alive. It had been real, right? He licked his lips and he could still taste hers on them.
God, he'd had her in his arms and he'd let her go. Why had he listened to her? He rubbed a hand over his head. This could all go so wrong. He couldn't bear to have her back only to lose her again. There was no way that he could go through it again. Ever since he'd thought he'd lost her his own life had felt unimportant. In fact, he'd been willing to give it up more than once. It had only been Brian who had pulled him through, who had dragged him on to keep living. Forced him to march through every day because of Mia.
If something happened to Letty, if he lost her again… then that would be the end.
Curling his hand into a fist he slammed it down painfully onto the hood of his car. The metal dented under the force and his knuckles split, his fingers jolted by pain. But he didn't care. He didn't want to be so damn scared. He wanted to be able to do something. He wanted, needed to get Letty out and away from this piece of shit. He would do anything to do so.
Turning, Dom yanked open the door to his car and got in. Though he'd lost out on his winnings earlier the night had been anything but a bust. He knew now for sure, that Letty was alive. And he knew that she would help them. Now all that he needed to do was take Shaw down.
He turned on the car and pulled out of the lot slowly. It was time to head back and talk to Brian. They needed to make their move, and they needed to do it fast. The sooner they got Letty away from Shaw, the better.