Life in the Empire
Summary: A/U. Dom and Letty have a different life in the City of Angels.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to the 'FAF' franchise, or anything that may be vaguely similar to this story. Hold on, maybe if I yell into this large, empty cavern, some writers or actors might be in there… Nope! Sorry.
Rated: M for content and language
A/N: Well, I'm glad you guys like this so far! Thanks for the reviews, guys!
Chapter 10
"¿Mia, dónde has estado?" Theresa demanded as Mia stepped onto the back patio, Jack following after her with a red Frisbee in his mouth.
"I had some things to do", Mia rolled her eyes. "Dom, didn't you tell her I texted you?" she asked with a bit of annoyance.
"I did."
"After we'd been here for nearly an hour", Letty smirked, reaching a fist over her head for Mia to bump her knuckles. "'Sup, girl."
Mia leaned down to hug her around the neck from behind. "You love me, right?" she asked.
"What do you want?" Letty chuckled.
"Can I come over tomorrow night and borrow a pair of your boots?"
Letty tipped her head back against the cushion of the chair. "You hear yourself, right? You want to raid my closet?"
"You have more shoes than I do!"
"Can I get that in writing?"
"Let!"
"Poor broke college girl", Letty teased.
"I really am", she grumbled.
"Yeah, girl", Letty nodded at her. "And now I know what to get you for Christmas", she laughed. "Pour yourself a drink and chill. Dom's guarding the drinks from us", she made a face.
"That's your fourth one in two hours. Keep going like that and you'll be unconscious before dinner", Dominic rolled his eyes.
"Anyone else want to go for a swim?" Alexis asked walking through the backyard after changing into her bikini in the pool house and up the stone steps.
"I could cool off", Letty shrugged.
Alexis eyed Mia curiously. "Hi."
"We don't have to hug", Mia smirked as she reached over Dom's shoulder for the half empty pitcher.
"Oh, good", Alexis chuckled.
They'd never really had to like each other growing up, and while they'd been grudgingly polite when their respective parents had demanded it, they'd also been silently resentful of each other. Whatever their relationship might be evolving into had to be worked at slowly. When they'd first met, Mia had never met anyone who hadn't liked her, and she hadn't handled it well.
And Alexis… hadn't wanted another sister.
Or a new family for that matter.
After she'd turned eighteen, Alexis had gotten a small pair of white angel wings with light blue tips tattooed on the inside of her right ankle with Marissa's birth date scribed underneath. They'd only been two years apart, and Marissa had been six when she'd died. And if Alexis admitted it, she missed being a big sister.
Mia leaned against the bar counter next to her brother, sipping at her drink.
Dominic raised an eyebrow and brushed his thumb over her bruised knuckles. "What'd you do?"
She smirked slightly. "Only what you taught me."
"I got a body to clean up?"
She shook her head. "You might have to listen to a cry baby with a black eye though."
"That's my girl", he grinned lazily. Then he cocked his head sideways. "Don't tell Mom."
She laughed. "Alright, I'm going for a swim. Letty, are you going to change?"
"I-"
"Actually", Mike interrupted casually, "Letty, I was hoping to speak with you about something before everyone but me gets drunk."
Letty laughed lightly. "Ah, but I'm more amicable when I'm tipsy." She glanced over at Mia and they traded a shrug. "Looks like I'll catch up with you later."
"I'm going to catch some sun." Theresa vacated her chair next to her husband gracefully, grabbing a wide-brimmed, white sun hat with a black ribbon from a shelf behind the bar. "Dominic, I'd like to start cooking around four, if you could take have the grill ready around then."
He nodded. "I'll take care of it."
"Thank you." She patted his cheek affectionately and headed down the steps and followed the path to the pool area.
Dominic hadn't moved, making it blatantly – and unnecessarily apparent – that he was playing guard dog.
Letty moved to take the bar stool near Dominic, crossing her legs casually. "Alright, hit me."
"I have a proposition for you."
A quick glance at her fiancé told her he was not surprised.
"You knew about this."
Dom shrugged. "I told him he could ask you. And I said I'd advise you the same way I have about all our business deals. Get a contract that our lawyers agree is sound."
Letty turned to Mike appraisingly. "My bar is clean", she said seriously. "I intend to keep it that way."
The man shook his head, a bit amused. "I have a potential job for you, if you want to take it. And you have my word that every part of this has been done legally."
"That's so unusual, I'm intrigued", she narrowed her eyes curiously.
"I've recently purchased a set of office buildings. They're structurally sound, but they are in need of not only updating, but need to be refurbished completely."
"I'm not an interior decorator", she said flatly.
"You designed the floor plan of your bar. And I saw that place when you bought it. It was two steps away from being torn down."
"Why not ask a professional to handle this?"
"You are a professional. Besides, I've spoken to several other people in the last few months. None have been satisfactory. You have a degree from Pasadena, don't you?"
"Yes, but that was for graphic design", she argued. "That's completely different."
"It's just a different use of the skills you already have. I thought you liked a challenge", Mike cocked an eyebrow.
"Dammit", she hissed under her breath, knowing she was probably going to agree to this crazy scheme. "Dom?" she tipped her head curiously. "Do you have an opinion about this?"
"Your project, if you want it", he said mildly.
Letty groaned and rubbed her forehead. "Before I agree to this, I need three things first."
"Go on."
"I'll want to look through all the paperwork. I need a walk-through of the buildings. I intend to bring in another building inspector to check things out. And I choose the contractor."
"That's four things."
She shrugged. "I won't need a contractor if you don't agree to the first three."
"You're not going to ask what I'm going to pay you?" he mused.
"How much do you think I'm worth?" she countered evenly.
He nodded. "Do some research. Take a look at the going rates, and get back to me. We'll go from there. And I'll work up a tentative budget for you after we go agree on the floor plans."
"When are you cleared to go back to work?"
"Wednesday, if I promise not to get excited about anything", he rolled his eyes.
"I'll come in that morning."
"Bring your lawyers. We'll work out your contract."
"Why me?" she asked seriously.
"You made a name for yourself without any help. I know you understand the value of money and hard work. That's more than I can say for most people."
She sighed. "Tentatively… I guess we have a deal."
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It was after ten that night, and Theresa and Mike had retired for the night, leaving their kids to their own devices.
Mia had thoroughly exhausted Jack between several games of Frisbee and all the running he'd done on the grounds, and he was lying on a blanket on one of the poolside reclining chairs while the rest of them relaxed in the pool.
"So, what's the deal?" Alexis asked lazily from where she was leaning back against the edge of the in-ground pool. "Why am I swimming in a sea of ink virgins?"
Mia snorted from her floating chair she was using because she was using the cup holder for her drink. "One- this… this is a pool", she waved a hand drunkenly to their surroundings. Letty buried a laugh as she let one leg dangle into the water while she stretched across a blue foam raft. "And second… I have no desire to have a needle grinding into my skin. I went with Vince to get one of his tattoos, and I nearly passed out."
Dominic looked between Mia and Letty, leaning against the opposite side of the shallow end of the pool. "Why does Vince keep taking you two to tattoo parlors?"
"You'd have to ask him", Mia muttered.
"What about you two?" Alexis raised an eyebrow.
Dom smirked. "Letty's got a black gecko with green spots tattooed on her ass."
Letty groaned. "Not my fault. V dared me. He called me a chicken."
Mia sat up tipsily, cursing as she nearly fell out of the chair. "What? How come I've never seen it?"
"Because you're not the Toretto that takes my pants off!" Letty retorted.
That got a laugh, and she flicked them all off.
"You guys all suck", Letty grumbled with a smirk.
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Late that night, in what had been claimed as 'their' room of the years, Letty was pulling Dom into the connected bathroom that had a large hot tub that she had filled while he'd been setting the security grid for their floor.
"Come on", she murmured, stepping over the side and into the steaming water.
She perched on one of the small seats as he followed her, making himself comfortable before pulling her legs across his lap. A low moan escaped her mouth when his thumbs pressed into the sole of her foot.
They relaxed silently for a bit, Letty fiddled with her small control panel and sighed as the jets in her seat pulsed against her lower back.
"So?" she prompted curiously as he slid his hand up her opposite leg. "You don't mind Mike asking me to work for him?"
"If it's legal, that's your business, Let. If you want to do it, go ahead… if not, you can say no", he shrugged.
"Hmm", Letty hummed with a frown, silently annoyed. Now wasn't the time to get into the hypocrisy of that statement… "You wanting to come with me Wednesday?" she wondered.
"Nah, unless you want me to. Go do your thing."
"Yeah, okay", she nodded finally.
Dom pulled her through the water, turning her to sit on his lap. She leaned against his chest, head tipping back, moaning as he sucked on her neck. One arm curled around her hips, holding her in place, and she felt the tips of his fingers from his free hand drag gently over the front of her body before sliding back up to play with her nipples as she pressed her lips lazily across his shoulders and chest.
She shifted against his hard-on as he moved to untie her bikini top, letting it drop into the water. He turned her around gently, taking the tender flesh into his mouth. Letty wrapped an arm around his neck while he tugged her bottoms over her hips.
He lifted her up by the back of her thighs and set her on the ceramic edge, and freed her legs completely before pushing them open.
"Fuck", she muttered.
"We'll get there", he teased.
"You're spoiling me", she accused mildly.
He grinned and sucked on her bottom lip. "So?"
"So what?" she muttered dazedly.
He laughed. "Still a little drunk, huh?"
She laughed softly, "Maybe just a bit."
Letty held onto his shoulders as his mouth traveled down her body, over her collar bone, between her breasts, and her stomach before pausing to suck gently at her right hipbone.
"Shit", she gasped. "Dom, c'mon-"
"Want something?" he teased roughly, shifting to kneel in front of her, hands sliding under her knees, lifting her legs to rest her feet on the edge.
She leaned into the corner he had set her in, shoulders brushing the walls behind her. "Papi, don't tease me", she whimpered.
He pressed a finger into her slick heat, pulling back out with a slow drag. She pushed herself up slightly, and his hands slid underneath her, holding her to his mouth as he licked at her swollen flesh.
Her moans echoed in the bathroom as he tormented her with his tongue. She rubbed the back of his head and neck with one hand while the other played at her nipples. His fingers pressed into her thighs when he finally pushed her over the edge, holding her open and lapping at her gently until she slid a hand down to cover herself.
She returned his kiss, a little uncoordinated and out of breath, shocks still running through her nervous system.
He had removed his swimming trunks by the time her feet finally made their way back into the water, and she found herself straddling his lap on one of the low seats. He lowered her onto him gently as the water rinsed away the slickness of her release. Her forehead pressed against his neck, panting against his skin as she rocked against him in a slow, circular motion. Her body rested fully against his; her breasts pressed against his firm chest.
His arms were wrapped around her back, holding her to him, keeping their movement slow and intimate. He groaned as she squeezed herself around him, her fingertips dragging over his abs roughly.
They moved lazily for several more minutes, heat and tension building between them before they sped up, chasing each other to their orgasms.
Dom and Letty relaxed together for a while before they finally got out of the hot tub, drying off and crawling under the covers of the king-sized bed.
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A/N: Well, this is going to be interesting… What did you think of their family get-together? Let me know.
And for the record, I'm not one for drama in my stories… but the next chapter… kind of exploded on me. The end of it may lead somewhere… interesting, and it was not something I had anticipated at all.
So, we'll see how this goes…