Alright, I said it was going to get dark and dramatic and it does. This chapter is nothing close to pleasant. I debated changing the rating but it's not overly graphic, just generally awful.


Berlin, present

Dom woke up on the bathroom floor of his hotel room, curled in a ball with a blanket pulled over his head. He laid there for a few minutes, willing his stomach to settle, knowing it wouldn't. When he finally tried to sit up his balance was off and he hit his head on the edge of the counter instead. He threw up on his hands and arms trying to lift the toilet seat.

Han watched from where he stood, leaning against the frame of the bathroom door. He didn't say anything but winced as blood from Dom's head dripped onto his hands, turning the vomit a sick pink colour. He waited another minute for Dom to throw up more, this time into the toilet, before he spoke.

"You shouldn't have come if you knew you were this sick, Dom. I wouldn't have called you if I knew."

Dom flinched upon hearing Han's voice, the little bit of colour he had draining out of his face as he realized that one of his family was seeing him so weak. "I'm not sick, I'm hungover."

"You just threw up on yourself. And I think we both know it's not the first time. You know I have to call Mia, right?" Han continued as he soaked a towel with water and passed it to Dom.

"You aren't calling anyone. It's not as bad as it looks. It's that fucking number, Han." He cleaned his hands as best he could and stood up on wobbly legs. He walked into the main living space of his room and pointed at the coffee table. "They keep coming and I don't know what to do. The number means nothing to me. I've loved her since I was a kid and I can't even figure out what the number has to do with her. I don't even fucking know her anymore and it's my own fault."

Han's eyes widened as he took in the seemingly random collection of objects on the coffee table. The Corona bottle he had found was there, but so were a set of dog tags with the number '960' engraved on them, a flyer for a strip club with '960' written on it in permanent marker, two pieces of paper with an endless string of numbers – the number 960 circled in red crayon, and a tourist pamphlet from Checkpoint Charlie with '960' written on a sticky note attached to it.

"They keep showing up, Han. Some kid in the coffee shop downstairs gave me the dog tags a couple days ago, the flyer was under my door yesterday morning. The guy at the front desk gave me the papers last night and the pamphlet from Checkpoint Charlie was waiting for me when I went there the other day. Some guy that worked there asked if I was Dominic Toretto, said he had something for me."

Han dropped into a chair and picked up the dog tags, running his finger over the number absentmindedly. "We'll figure it out, Dom. But we've gotta get out from Hobbs' radar first. You know we do."

Dom nodded before he retreated back to the bathroom to shower.

Berlin, 6 months ago

The morning after the military convoy heist Leon walked into Kazimir's warehouse around noon. He noted the military trucks riddled with bullet holes.

"Mr. Romero," Kazimir said with a smile.

"Green," Leon replied with a smirk.

"Ah, yes, my apologies. Hard to keep up with your name – you've had a few since we met, haven't you."

Leon nodded before changing the subject. "How'd the job go – nice looking trucks."

"Quite frankly, not perfect. But the problem has been handled. Now, I am going to my daughter's school play today so I need to be on my way," Kazimir gestured for the two men with him to follow him out the door. "Just one thing I need from you today Mr. Green. The back office has some trash that needs to be disposed of. Don't forget to lock up when you leave."

Leon watched Kazimir and the other bodyguards drive away before reluctantly walking to the other end of the warehouse. There was nothing he hated more than dumping the bodies of people who had pissed Kazimir off before going home to Anicka and Tomas and pretending to be a good person, a good father. Leon pushed open the office door and his heart dropped. The crumpled pile on the floor looked more like a pile of bloody clothes than a person but the long dark hair matted with blood and the glint of a pair of dog tags told him everything he needed to know.

"Letty!" he gasped, dropping to his knees beside her. "Letty, baby, please wake up. Please don't be dead. Letty talk to me baby." His hands shook as he gingerly lifted her head and put his face against hers. It was an excruciating few seconds that felt like hours before he felt her warm breath.

Letty's eyes fluttered open and she stared at him, terrified, before she tried to talk. Instead of words coming out he heard a soft gurgling sound and blood dripped from her lips.

"It's okay," he promised, squeezing his eyes shut to prevent himself from tearing up. "They're gone, Letty. They're gone. I'm going to get you out of here, okay?"

Letty nodded, almost imperceptibly, and let her head fall to the side into his chest. Within seconds she was unconscious again. Leon scooped her into his arms as gingerly as possible, every part of him fighting to be as gentle as possible while his entire body was consumed with rage. She was still too light, too easy for him to carry and lay in the backseat of his car. It wasn't until he moved to cover her with a jacket that he saw the blood & fluids on her thighs, along with a handful of cigarette burns.

Leon waited until he was sure she was as comfortable as she was going to get, a second jacket tucked under her head and his plaid shirt wrapped around her ice cold feet, before he walked behind his car and threw up. His entire body shook with fury as he got back in the car and drove faster than he ever had before, straight for the Czech border.

Czech Republic, present

"I look fucking ridiculous as a blonde," Letty groaned, adjusting her wig for what felt like the millionth time.

"Look, asshole," Anicka laughed, swatting Letty's hand away from her hair, "those wigs are expensive. Stop fucking with it."

"Geez, sorry Stripperella. Didn't realize you were so attached," Letty smirked.

"Fuck yourself, I'm barely a stripper anymore. Except when we're broke."

"Or when you want attention."

"How are you single? Charmer like you, the boys should be beating down the door."

Letty threw a red wig at Anicka and laughed. "Annddd you're a bitch. Now remind me again why you two insist on this stupid ass disguise?"

"Hiding in a hotel room getting information from Leon is different than wandering around the hotel where Kazimir lives and you know it. You've gotta give up on this one, Letty. Leon's only even letting you go because Kazimir's going to be in Munich."

Letty's eyes flashed with pain and anger for a second but the smile never left her face. "And because he can't do the job without me. Not to mention he knows I could kick his ass."

"One day, princess," Leon laughed from the doorway. "Look at this: two blonde wives. I have got to be the luckiest man in the Czech Republic."

Letty and Anicka both groaned and threw whatever was closest to them in Leon's direction.

Czech Republic, 5 months ago

"Come on, Letty, you've gotta eat something," Anicka pleaded as she set a tray down on Letty's nightstand.

"Not hungry." Letty replied, her voice emotionless, as she rolled over and faced the wall. Her body screamed in pain as she did it but it was better than facing Anicka or Leon.

Anicka sighed and sat tentatively on the edge of the bed, frowning at Leon as he watched from the doorway.

"Lett we're gonna fix this. I promise you I will get you out of here and Kazimir will pay," Leon said through gritted teeth, silently praying he would be able to be true to his word. "I've got a plan."

It took weeks but Letty slowly recovered from her injuries. She let Anicka baby her for a while but soon she was strong enough to start helping Leon work on cars and go running on the dirt roads around their house. Kazimir thought she was dead but Letty carried her 9mm Walther P99 everywhere she went anyways, tucking it in her sweatpants when she ran alone.

One morning when she came in from a run Leon was sitting on the front step waiting for her. "I heard from Mia," he started, studying her face to gauge her reaction."Brian and Tego helped her break Dom out of prison a while ago. Her and Brian are having a baby."

"That's great," she replied without feeling.

"They're in the South Pacific, Lett. We could go. You, me. Anicka and Tomas."

Letty tried to step over him to walk in the house but he caught her hand and held her there. "Don't, Leon. If you wanna go then go."

"I'm not going anywhere without you. You're just as much my family as Anicka and Tomas are. But they're our family too. At least they used to be."

"No, they're not," Letty yelled with more force than Leon had seen from her in years. "Dominic fucking Toretto is not my family."

Leon pulled her down to sit beside him and put his arm around her before she continued, crying softly.

"He was supposed to love me, Leon. He promised he would always protect me, no matter what. But he didn't. He made us pull a heist that we didn't want to and instead of pulling me out of my car, instead of taking me somewhere safe, he made you do it. He left me alone in Mexico and Venezuela, left me with Tego and Santos in the Dominican. I got shot for him and he probably didn't even go to my fucking funeral. He cheated on me when I was sixteen and I still ran back to him, did anything he told me to, for more than fifteen years."

"He's not – " Leon started before Letty interrupted him.

"He's dead, Leon. As far as I'm concerned that man is fucking dead. And Leon? You're not the only one who can keep track of people. You go back to him whenever you want, but I'm not showing up and breaking up his happy home with that cop bitch. They deserve each other."


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