A/N: Thanks for all the love, excitement and encouragement. You guys really make this fun to write. I keep changing stuff, trying to make it juicier for you guys, and I really hope you're enjoying this. Here in starts the drama! Hang on tight!
Chapter 7
Dom POV
The casket opened and my breath caught in the back of my throat. She looked so angelic, like a picture and my face contorted in pain.
"Letty?" I whimpered, the muscles in my jaws rippling as I tried not to assume the worst. I reached inside of the coffin, lifting her into my arms and she felt so light and fragile. The world around me fell away as I cradled her against my chest, chanting her name, and trying to find a pulse.
"God please! Don't do this to me. I can't do this again." I plead, and just as her eyes began to flutter, my name fell softly from her lips.
Before I could rejoice, my world went black.
Roman's POV
I watched the scene unfold around me as Dominic lifted Letty from her tomb. It was some cold shit to bury a lady alive, especially one that had nothing to do with me or Brian and the shit that went down with Verone. As he held her to him, I couldn't stop thinking that I had never seen him look so vulnerable, and I damn sure had never hoped that someone were alive so bad.
Just as it looked like Letty may have been coming around, fuckin Hobbs took the butt of his gun to the back of Dom's head , causing the big man to collapse into the sand. One of his goons managed to catch Letty, so that he didn't suffocate her under his weight. Brian immediately tried to come to his rescue, but I stopped him. I flashed him the grenade I had, and he looked at me quizzically. We had to act fast. I tapped Tego on the shoulder and whispered my plan.
Hobbs POV
I hit the son of a bitch hard enough to knock him out. When the coffin opened, I could see, physically, why she could have been so important. She was beautiful, to say the least, and by the way he was acting, I knew he loved her with everything he had. Still, as soon as I could tell she was going to make it, he was still my prisoner and I would undoubtedly claim this victory. Well, that was my thought, until someone threw a fucking grenade, and the space around me exploded into dust and screams. When the smoke cleared, I looked around wildly, and realized Toretto was gone.
NO POV
Rome threw the grenade and as the commandos were tossed around like rag dolls, Brian, Tej, Tego and Rico rushed forward to drag Dom away before Hobbs got up and realized he was gone. Brian made sure the guys were well on their way back to the boat before he turned to go grab Letty. As he came upon the clearing, he cursed. The men had begun to come around, and most importantly, Hobbs had Letty so tightly held within his grasp that God couldn't have carried her away.
He took one last look and returned into the forest, hopping into the speed boat they road in on, and rode back to the mainland. Brian could feel his insides twisting into knots. He knew Dom could very well murder him for not making sure Letty was safe.
Dom Flashback
"What are you looking at?" I asked Letty as we sat in my dad's garage, going over inventory of the week's shipment of parts. We were the last two people there, the team having left us to close.
"You." She said plainly, and it annoyed me a little.
"Ok, looking at me why?" I asked again, putting the clipboard in my hands down on the shelf and crossing my arms across my chest.
"Wondering when you became a scary cat." She smirked, and my heart melted. She and I had been dancing around the obvious attraction since she had come back from Miami. I sighed then, not budging in my stance.
"Scary cat? What are you talking about?" I asked, eying her coyly.
"You like me. You know I like you. So how about I save you and me a lot of restless nights, and let you take me to dinner tomorrow night." She replied bluntly. Inside I was taken aback, however on the outside I was cool and collected. I chuckled arrogantly, and sized her up. My dad would have been so pleased with the woman Letty had become. She was so confident and down to earth; very family oriented and tough. All of the things I knew I needed in a formidable mate. She wasn't afraid to hurt my feelings, and her intentions were never to do so. When she talked, I actually listened and I cared about what she felt was important.
"You're a little full of yourself, don't you think?" I warned. She stepped up to me, in my personal space, and immediately, it became her space. I felt pleasantly uncomfortable.
"I think you need to admit you like me, get over yourself and just take me out to dinner." She purred, her eyes starting at my biceps and lingering there before meeting my eyes.
"Six o'clock sound ok?" I asked, taking her lead.
"Sounds perfect. And by the way, I'm not like the skanks you hang around. Don't pick me up in the convertible. Pick me up in the charger; you know muscle makes me crazy." And she winked as she walked back to the office to remove her coveralls.
Dom POV
I came to remembering the curve of her hip as she slid the coveralls down her body, and if it weren't for the massive headache I had, I might have gotten hard. Memories came rushing back, and I immediately reached out for her and came up empty handed. I noticed Brian sitting in a chair across from me and I was immediately alarmed.
"What happened? Where's Letty?" I demanded, sitting up, and regretting it as my head started pounding, causing me to sink my head into my palm.
"Look Dom. When Hobbs knocked you out, we had to think fast. We created a diversion so we could get you out of there. We couldn't grab Letty." He admitted, finally meeting my eyes, and as if on cue, I stood up, veins in my face and neck bulging.
"What the fuck do you mean you 'couldn't grab Letty'?" I bellowed, my fury washing over me in waves of hot flames.
Brian stood up, backing away.
"You're not exactly light as a fuckin feather. When Hobbs knocked you out, it took almost all of us to carry you. We couldn't risk you getting captured by Hobbs. You would never see the light of day again. Hobbs won't hurt Letty. We at least know she's safe until we get to her." He explained, and deep down, I knew he was right. Still, I had to think. Whenever there had been danger in the past concerning Letty, I had always been calm. I was a simple man; a problem solver. Hysteria usually happened in the gears of my mind, yet my actions were typically keen and precise. It's what made me a bad ass racer, and had helped me evade the law to this point. I had to bring myself back to that place, so that I could think straight, and make the right decision; make sure I didn't fuck this up any more than it already was.
I looked to Brian then, and nodded, trying to keep my bottom lip from trembling.
Tej POV
After we got the big man back to the fort, Roman sat me down and went over his fears. I had to admit, I was feeling the same way he was. The Verone we had come up against in Miami wasn't this sloppy.
"I think it's a diversion. If Verone really wants revenge against Brian, this isn't the way to go about it. I don't like where my mind is going with this." He admitted, and I nodded in agreement.
"If he wanted to get back at Brian, Mia would be the way to go." I summed up, watching as Roman nodded his head. Shit! This was about to get really ugly.
Roman pulled his phone out from his back pocket and quickly dialed a number. I looked at him pensively, wondering who he could be calling.
"Hey Han? It's Rome. You still in Berlin?" he began.
Letty POV
As I came to on the sand, I realized Dom was nowhere in sight. 'Had I been dreaming?' I wondered as I looked around and realized I at least was amongst Americans. A beautiful woman, stepped forward, smiling at me, and I eyed her threateningly.
"Hello Leticia. My name is Monica Fuentes. I'm a special agent with Federal Bureau in US Customs." She began, and weaved a sordid tale about her affiliation with this Verone, and surprisingly, with Brian and some guy named Roman Pierce. I cut my eyes at her, not saying a word. After she finished, the large man that I saw earlier emerged, looking between the two of us.
"Glad to see you're ok. I'm agent Lucas Hobbs of the Diplomatic Security Service task force with the FBI. We've been looking for your boy toy Toretto now for almost a year." He began and I started laughing. He eyed me with sudden irritation.
"That makes two of us." I interrupted, and he paused coolly. This guy was like GI Joe on steroids. He looked very stern, one-track minded and any other lady probably would have been intimidated. Not me, however. I was in love with the king of masculinity. I actually found him kind of refreshing.
"Not that I want to be with you guys or anything, but since I've been held prisoner for, um, I don't know, like a month or so now, do you think we could continue this after a long shower, and a hot meal?" I asked, my eyebrow raising. I was still a bit disoriented and exhausted. I needed to try to figure out where Dom was. Hobbs nodded, instructing one of the commandos to pick me up. I protested immediately.
"Deja'me!" I spat, snatching myself away from anyone's grasp. I was tired, but not an invalid. I could walk on my own god damn feet. Besides, I had had enough of people forcing me places for a lifetime. As we walked through the trees, back to where a chopper landed, I decided that I needed a car, and I just knew these idiots would be dumb enough to let me get my hands on one.
Two Hours Later
Letty POV
"You remind me of Dom." I snorted, sitting back in my chair, freshly showered and tummy full. It was like looking at two sides of the same coin.
"I find that hard to believe. I'm not a criminal and I'm not a fugitive." He asserted. I cocked my head to the side and sucked my teeth. I grinned then, self-righteous and indignant.
"Big bad Lucas Hobbs, the tough guy. No one can get into that heart accept who? Your dad, who was your hero. You're the best at what you do, and everything you care about you do so with passion. You lead and take care of those who pledge their allegiance to you and your cause, but you're a wall of muscle and resolve. There are only two differences between you and Dominic: a tragic twist of fate and a woman like me who can see straight through the bullshit."
He scoffed at me then, and then stone walled his face. Yea, he didn't plan on my pegging him for all that.
"When's the last time someone took care of you?" I asked, my mind drifting to Dom after he had gotten out of prison. "The last time you let someone love you?" He looked away then, returning to clean his weapon, and I shook my head from the memory.
"Like I said, not so different. So what? Are you just going to hold me here against my will? I'm not a fugitive you know. And even if I were, we're in Cuba. There are no extradition treaties here."
He ignored me, not bothering to acknowledge that I had said anything. After sitting for a few moments, with the only sound in the room being the metal of his gun casing hitting the steal table, he suddenly turned to me.
" You seem nice enough. What's a girl like you doing with someone like him?" he asked, perturbed by our relationship. I really had said something that had gotten to him.
"What makes you think that I'm not just as rotten as you think he is?" I eyed him coyly. He hunched his shoulders in thought.
"So what do you think is going through his mind right about now?" he asked me, almost although he was curious to be inside the mind of a sociopath.
"If you were in his shoes, and you'd thought your woman was dead for the past two or three years; found her alive and only to have her ripped from your arms, how would you feel?" I answered putting the ball back into his court. He sighed, slamming his fist down, seeming at war with himself. After a few moments he turned to me.
"I am going to find him. And when I do, there's nothing you or his family can do to stop me." He threatened, but I knew what this was. He was letting me go. I understood a man like Hobbs. If Dom's father hadn't been killed, and he never would have gone to Lompoc, who's to say he and Hobbs wouldn't have been on the same side of the law. I stood then, in a fresh pair of jeans, my hair, now too long for my liking, still wet and soaking the back of my black tank.
I reached my hand out and waited. He knew what I wanted. He handed me the keys to one of the vehicles outside, and I nodded my gratitude. I guess at the end of the day, Hobbs was a romantic. He was at least sympathetic enough to this situation to realize no matter what his beef with Dom was, no man should have to suffer the way he had about my death. I shrugged off the feeling that there may have been more to it than this. I had to admit, I'd seen the look in his eyes before. Perhaps in another lifetime, Hobbs, but in this one, I belonged to one man. He led me out of the back door and watched me get into a car.
As I started it, I really hope he didn't think I wasn't going to ditch it as soon as I got to town. I was pretty sure it had a tracking device and there was no way I was leading him to my prize.
A/N: Ok, so I hope you guys aren't too mad at me, but I had to have a Letty /Hobbs interaction. In F5, I thought the dynamic of two strong male characters like Hobbs and Dom would have been interesting with Letty involved, because to me, they were very similar. In my world, Hobbs has a soft spot for her, much like the one Dom does, and I like to think it catches the head strong bull off guard. Any who, the next chapter will be filled with lots more drama, and some questions will be answered.
