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Remember that guy that Letty ended up in the back of a car with, and you lovely readers were eagerly awaiting Dom's reaction to it...
Well, wait no longer.
Chapter Ten; Rush
An hour later, Mia has secured them a ride with Leon and had just left Letty to jump in the shower. Letty had stripped to her underwear and was standing in the dress Mia had promised would make the boys have heart attacks. When Letty had gotten it fully positioned, it was enough to give herself a heart attack.
The white one shoulder dress toyed with lace and satin, it had cut-away peek-a-boo material missing from the bodice, enough to entice but not to be called as indecent exposure. It was tactful, softer than it looked and probably damn expensive.
The sleeve attached to the one shoulder had fancy lace though and at current, that was itching madly at Letty. Mia mentioned something about detachable but for the life of her, she couldn't figure out how.
Letty wasn't going to be itched to death before Mia finished her shower though. She stepped out into the hallway where the water sounds hadn't started yet, Mia was probably selecting which of her many shampoos to use.
"Mi, how do I detach the sleeve? It's itchy." Letty called through the door.
"There's a hook." Mia shouted back.
"Where?" Letty did a customary dance around herself trying to find the hook.
"Ummm, armpit I think. I don't know, it didn't fit me."
"Oh, found it."
"Awesome, I bet it'll look so hot. I'll be out soon." The shower started up as Letty slid the sleeve off down her arm.
"What the hell are you wearing?!" Dom's voice called under the sound of the shower and Letty turned on the spot.
"Ummm…"
"You're not wearing that tonight." Gone was the teasing tone, and playful mood. The bathroom shouted conversation had drawn him out and now he wasn't happy with what he saw.
"It's just a dress." she defended.
"It's barely underwear." he corrected fiercely. "You'll change."
"Why?" she snapped.
"Why?" he repeated with a dead laugh. "Because it sends out the wrong kind of message."
"Fine. Why does it matter to you?" she amended her original question. "You said yourself nothing changed between us." she whispered harshly across the distance. "You still see other women. You still refuse to have any interaction at all, however minor, with me. So why do you care?"
"Because you are a minor, and you're not going out there looking like jailbait." he insisted, grabbing her arm and turning her back to Mia's bedroom. "Change."
"Why?" she questioned again, turned to square up to him. "Just because you don't want me. It doesn't mean no-one else can."
"No-one else, like Felix?" he grunted, meeting her toe to toe, arms crossed on his chest an immovable object.
Well, Letty was an unstoppable force and she was damn well wearing this dress.
An educated guess told her Felix was Hector's cousin as Mr Drug Free, it just confirmed what she knew; Dom was aware, and he didn't care. Only enough to stop her from wearing a damn dress.
"Change, or you aren't leaving this house tonight." he threatened.
"No." she challenged, watching the light flare in his eyes. "You said to move on. I'm moving on."
"Moving on?" he laughed sickly. "You're advertising your virginity like a huge banner. Begging for some guy to come and snatch it away in a 2 minute one-sided fuck. Whether you want it to happen, or not." His tone was dark, surely intended to scare her.
It just rose her own fight one step higher, to match his.
"And if I'm not a virgin." she challenged with a lie, the school certainly had no problem believing it. "If Felix sorted that problem out for me." She saw his eyes darken significantly. But he didn't bite, instead he proved her wrong in his own twisted dark way.
It was just a second, but in the quiet of the showers heavy fall it felt like eternity, then he twisted with her, pressing her back to the wall, his hands suddenly alighting flames where they touched her. The passion was back, but tainted with a dark power. His hand grabbed roughly in her hair, tilting her head back, his fingers running hard down her neckline and into her cleavage. His knee pried between her legs, splitting them and resting her sex against his thigh. She felt his lips brush the underside of her jaw and her knees turned to jelly, sagging against him like he was life itself, a rushed breath escaping her.
Her head was spinning, her chin turning to seek his lips, for more of the fire, more of the passion, more of the pleasure he brought her. She craved the fireworks again.
The feeling of being utterly blissed out and wanted; however fleeting it was.
"Feel that?" he purred against her.
She felt like she could feel everything, every muscle she held onto, every nerve ending, every bit of lust and love for him settling direction between her legs, begging her to just move a fraction, just tingle the bundle of nerves that promised to make her scream for him.
His hand pressed hard against her hip bone, stilling her attempted rock. "Feel the way you can't stand up." he spoke again, but this time, it sounded like a mock. "That doesn't happen when you've had a man between your legs." He dropped all touch again, stepping back and letting her catch herself on the wall. "Instead of just your own fingers." he chuckled darkly, a grin of his face calling him a winner. Her dress had ridden up, her underwear showing and she quickly acted to revert it. "When you're going to lie, Letty. Try it with someone who doesn't know how long you've spent pining for them."
He stepped back into his bedroom.
Letty leant against the wall, somewhere between indignation and humiliation brewing in her thoughts.
The shower continued running, the slap of water against the tiles as if nothing had transpired in the hallway.
But it had.
And things had changed.
Letty pushed open Dom's door, letting herself back into the testosterone driven man's territory.
"So what? Am I just fun for you to mess with now?!" she demanded.
Dom turned his head over his shoulder but continued pulling the tank off in change for a white tshirt.
Letty noticed the significant lack of women's underwear than half an hour ago. Even the boxers and weights had been tidied away. On her account?
"What can I say? I like the way you blush." he smarted. Letty had seen a variety of Dom's mood, but never this dark taunting side. "Doesn't change the fact you need to change." he snapped, still seeing the dress.
"I'm not changing."
"Yes. You are." He turned to face her with a dominance she couldn't overlook. "I'm not asking you again."
"Why? Does it make you want me?" she aimed for teasing, she got something else.
"That dress belongs on my bedroom floor, listening to you scream my name." he bit out, advancing slowly. Letty didn't run. How could she when his words were flooding her senses, swimming in her stomach and pooling between her legs. "Get out." he huffed.
"Why?" she begged, letting him cage her against the wall again. "Why won't you?"
"I don't do relationships, and you shouldn't ever do one nights." he explained as best he could. But it didn't stop him from rubbing a thumb over the top of her hip bone in the cut out.
"Then why did you kiss me?" she whispered.
"I was weak." he spoke, shame rippled through him and once more he stepped far away from her.
"…You want me?" she voiced slowly, softly, piecing together the clues to form a picture she hadn't dared to believe.
"I won't ever have you, Letty." Dom swore. "That kiss shouldn't have happened."
"But it did."
"I told you it changed nothing."
"Then nothing has changed." Letty concluded shortly. "You won't touch me, then somebody else will." she snapped, freeing herself from his room and back to the safety of Mia's room.
Letty paced in the white dress, absorbing the information she didn't know how to digest.
30 minutes later, Mia had completed a 'waterfall braid', whatever that was, all Letty knew was that it looked awesome over one shoulder with the dress on the other. Mia had announced the look was drop dead gorgeous along with a confidence boosting: "Oh, you look amazing! You have to wear that tonight!" Leon had been called and from the engine on the drive, he was just arriving.
"Seriously Letty, you look absolutely stunning." Mia gushed again, running her hand through the section of Letty's hair she'd left down. The artistic make-up gave her the appearance of looking years older than she was, hot as hell and dangerous in all the right ways.
Mia had dressed to impress as well, a sister solidarity in clothing choices. The deep blue skin tight dress had been so form fitting Mia had dragged the bra out of the shoulder and pulled on the smallest panties she owned to protect against underwear lines ruining her outfit. She looked just as bad-ass with her styled make-up and braid.
Needless to say, they caused a fuss when they exited the Toretto house to meet Leon's purring engine. "Oh hell no." Leon protested, already turning back to the car.
"Please, this is nothing." Mia smiled at him sinfully.
"I ain't taking you anywhere looking like that." Leon exclaimed, seeing the long legs, longer than he'd ever noted, the dresses shimmering on their skin like they were made only for them. The girls did not look their ages. They even tricked his brain into looking twice. One time more than was decent in his position.
"Please Lee, com'on, you know you should."
"No, what I should do, is get my ass back in the car before Dom even catches a hint you two are dressed like hookers."
"Hey!" Letty protested, stamping her foot with the heel to loudly click on the concrete. Leon flinched; her reputation preceded her.
"Yeah, no fair." Mia agreed, "Besides, if you were to decline us a ride. Bad things might happen." Mia looked down at her painted nails innocently.
It was enough to pause Leon though.
"Like what?" he knew the girls too well to think that they'd be expecting to just walk straight out and he'd let them in his car. They had a plan.
"Either way we'll make it to the races." Letty offered honestly. They'd get another lift, they'd call a cab, they'd hitch hike if necessary.
"We're just saying." Mia passed a conspiring glance to Letty, then back to Leon, her eyes deceptive, her voice alluring but dangerous. "When we make it to the races, we can either tell the ladies what a fantastic guy you are because you gave us a ride and how much we think you'd be perfect for them." Mia flipped out a 'on the other' hand. "Or, we could go the other way and they somehow hear you are a selfish lover."
"With a tiny penis." Letty added.
"And no stamina." Mia continued.
"Woah, woah, you don't go messing with a man's reputation." Leon hissed back at that. "I got a rep to uphold."
"And that reputation you hold so dear will only benefit from letting us ride in your car tonight." Mia offered sickly sweet.
"And if Dom sees us, we even promise to say we got a ride with someone else." Letty supported, staring down Leon.
There was a groan and a head thumped down to the roof of the car, but from the grumble, there were the words the girls wanted.
"Fine, get in." Leon huffed and took a few deep breaths. Damn girls had manipulated him again.
"But you're getting out 'round back and staying away from Dom at all costs."
"Agreed." The girls spoke at the same time, a huge smile on their faces.
Leon felt like he'd lost a part of his soul but dropped into the drivers seat and slide the car into gear.
Mia and Letty were already between the crowds as Leon finally pulled up into his usual spot besides Vince's Nissan.
The girls were enjoying the attention the clothes demanded. They easily found familiar faces with the wolf whistle that came their way with a sharp blast.
"Damn chicas, what you wearing, you look smokin'. Both of ya." Jose ran a hand to smart up his hair and slung an arm over each of them, pulling them into him. Jose was Hector's brother. Not-biological. Surprisingly married. "Dom let you out like that, chica?" he asked, raking his eye hard down Mia's form. "And damn, where you been hiding ya legs?" he turned to Letty with a grin, an overly dramatic jaw drop as he admired the lengths.
"Brave man." Hector joined the conversation as Jose led them to his ride. Letty found her memory sparked alight with the fire of what could have happened with this car. "Or, perhaps a clueless man." He narrowed his eyes, pinning the girls in their deceit.
"Damn though chicas, muy caliente." Jose complimented.
"How's your wife?" Letty reminded him, used to the antics by the Mexican.
"Nah, she fine girl, she no bother at all." Jose answered, stretching out his arms to twirl them both around and get a 360 view.
Letty wasn't exactly sure what that meant about his rocky relationship with his wife though.
"Hector, I got the new fue-" But Jesse's talk about the new fuel injection system he'd designed from scratch would have to wait because he drew up short. "Woah, no no. Wait, no. This isn't happening." Jesse covered his eyes with his hand. Jesse and Hector had a good relationship with the mathematical brain Jesse supplied and the analytical (if only for gambling) brain Hector had, they usually doubled up for the bookie part of life. Of course, Jesse wasn't quite as extroverted as Hector, not even that Hector could be called much of an extrovert. "This is wrong, this is bad." A finger extended in their direction despite his eyes still shut tight and blinded by his flesh. "'m not looking, I swear." He even turned the other way.
"Hey!" Letty called, a little disgruntled, they weren't bad to look at by any shot. "We don't look that horrible."
"No. No. And that's the problem." Jesse admitted, not turning around. "Oh god this shouldn't be happening."
"It's just clothes, Jesse." Mia offered, tugging on his arm to turn him back around. Jesse was harmless. Sweet and harmless. He never went for the girls that would pounce or pull, no, he called out to the ones who wanted someone to love. Someone who would be there when they needed them, not just for a short, hard fuck. Jesse did turn around, unable to bring himself to fight Mia's will, but then, like a lightning bolt had struck him, he recoiled. "Dom's gunna kill me."
"Why, you didn't dress us." Mia stated logically.
"Or undress us." Letty offered unhelpfully, enjoying the smirk and chuckle she got off Jose in response.
"Gotta live a little dangerously to live ese." Jose agreed with a wink, dropping an arm back around Letty. "Don't she look sexy."
"No, no." Jesse continued. "I'm good with how I live right now. 'Living' is the main point there." he rebutted. "I just don't wanna be the one to tell him his sister and her best underaged friend look like… like… streetwalkers."
It was mildly better than hookers, right? "Besides, he's gunna be all, punch first and as-"
"Damn." An arm came over Mia and she froze up as it did, not recognising the voice. "You gotta come home with me." The voice insisted.
"Ummm, no." Mia, ever so confident, used her thumb and pointer finger to take the thumb of the hand on her and lift it off her. She turned and set herself next to Letty, hooking elbows. "Com'on letty." Letty easily followed, heading to the usual place of residence to scope out the competition.
Of course, that was until they passed a suped up car with purple underlighting and Mia wanted to check it out. Letty roamed to the rear, her eyes on the speaker system, which was probably why, over the booming base, she missed the creeper from before follow up to her best friend and grab her ass.
She missed it until Mia shrieked and turned around to slap.
Letty was by her side the next instant, taking her friend's hand as Mr Creeper tried once more to claim Mia like a caveman claimed a wife.
"Oi, perv, get off her." Letty bit, temper rising again, placing herself between Mia and the creep.
Neither noticed the stumble in his walk, the blown pupils or the trackmarks of the junkie that had just reached the apex of his high. They noticed the grabbing hands, the groin that wanted to rub against them, the scruffy appearance.
"Com'on." he slurred. "Come back with me. I'll show you a good time."
"I don't want to. Go away." Mia tried with decorum, failing miserable at her goal of him leaving.
"'s okay. Your friend can come too. Nice tasty lady." he chuckled, grabbing out at Letty.
Letty was too concerned with stopping him reach for Mia, she didn't react fast enough to stop two hairy arms ensnaring her waist, tugging her off the balance with her heels and sliding hands into the cut-outs of her dress, skin to skin in a way she was not down with.
Her pulse skyrocketed.
Fear slid into place.
"Let her go!" Mia demanded, reaching out for Letty, but Letty finally found her reaction, jabbing an unbalanced step into his foot, the heels stabbing his toes. She wheeled around with an elbow to his face, and for good measure a knee to his groin.
It was excessive.
The creeper would have gone down with a stiff wind it seemed as Letty looked down.
"Jesus Letty!" Jesse's voice was suddenly on them, putting himself between the scared girls and the creep.
"What the hell, man?" The creeper groaned, grabbing his groin as he rolled onto all fours.
Letty could only see the 'could have been' though. This man could have had anything he wanted.
He could have taken everything.
Letty had already had her first kiss stolen from her intended.
She'd had hands all over the body she wanted another man to touch.
She was ruined.
This man could have ruined her completely. Entirely against her will.
He could have touched Mia.
Anger bloomed in her eyes once more.
The creeper on the floor was a would-be rapist.
What if Letty didn't know how to defend herself? What if Letty had gone to look at another car and left Mia here?
Jesse's arm grabbed her as she advanced again, she could feel him, see him and knew not to fight him, but it did nothing to quell the rage.
"Letty, breathe, seriously." Jesse's voice was barely heard.
What could this creeper have done?
"What's going on?" It was Dom's voice, beautiful, strong Dom.
How could she kiss someone else, how could she let someone else put their hands all over her? How could she want someone else to take what was his?
How could he deny her that though?
What if creeper had stolen that?
Letty easily broke Jesse's grip and launched herself at the creeper that had just found his feet. She didn't meet her target.
Dom had seen the white dress and lunged for the raging teen, plucking her from her path and into his arms. "What. The. Hell?" he asked pointedly as he held Letty firmly to his body with one arm, a hand grabbing the back of the other man's shirt.
"It was a misunderstanding." Mia answered quietly with the lie, but Letty's rage dropped, she heard tears in her voice. She turned her head from Dom's grip to see her best friend shaking with fear, tears in her eyes as Jesse stood protectively infront of her.
"Dom?" Vince had appeared from somewhere, a clear question of what was happening.
"Take Mia home." Dom instructed. Vince didn't need anything else, just took the bundle of female from Jesse and led her away. Letty heard her crying as she leant into Vince, she saw the way she looked back to Letty, fear pounding away.
"Mia." Letty called, needing to go to her, to swear she was okay. But Dom held tighter.
"You're with me." Dom spoke, gruff and unforgiving. He released his grip only to grab her painfully around her bicep, leading her through the girls and halfnaked woman to his Supra. She was pushed into his passenger seat and told to buckle up.
The next blink, the engine was firing up and the crowd was parting. Letty turned wide eyed to Dom. He looked back at her but his eyes weren't soft, they weren't playful; they were hard.
As they split from the crowds, he jammed his foot on the accelerator.