The next few days went by just fine. The garage was getting more costumers, things were doing fine. Vince was getting involved with this girl he met on the movies, Jesse was out of the state with his family, leaving Dom, Letty, Leon and Mia at home for the races. Vince was going to meet with them there. It was race night, and Letty was going to race. She was excited. Dom was happy that she has happy.
Letty was being Mia's lab rat. Dom's younger sister had this big final coming up and was studying like crazy. Even Dom thought she needed a break, and he would always be the last person to allow such thing. So the two girls in the house were on the kitchen table, Letty was paying full attention to what Mia was saying, helping her best friend to study by asking question on the subject.
Dom walked in the kitchen to get some water for Jesse, Leon and himself, leaving a kiss on both their foreheads on his way out, not saying a word. Dom knew how Mia could get if he got in her way.
Around nine, they were all ready for the races. Letty was going to race in Dom's new car. They were building it together, so they were going to try it out today. Of course, Dom would never let Letty try a new engine if he wasn't sure nothing bad would happen. He had already driven it a couple of times.
Things were pretty much the same… or at least it would have been, if it wasn't for this new guy that arrived. Later that night, Dom found out that this douche's name was Dylan. Well, you see, Dylan knew nothing about the races. He had a nice ride, had probably spent more than ten grand on it. Dom also found out that he could drive pretty well. Not like himself, but enough to know where the steering wheel was.
Dom starting to hate him as soon as he shook hands with the guy.
Probably everybody told Dylan that Dom was the King around those streets. Dylan probably didn't believe that. Dylan was more than willing to race against Dom tonight, feeling disappointed when he found out that Dom wasn't going to. And wouldn't change his mind because of Dylan.
Dom had seen a lot of douches like Dylan before. But he was now on the top of the Dom's list when he didn't feel Dylan turned to Letty. If Dom wasn't there, he wouldn't have mind much. Letty could handle herself pretty well. But Dom was there. He was right there. And Dylan grabbed Letty's hand and gave it a kiss. In front of Dom. In front of everybody.
"And this must be Letty Ortiz. I've heard a lot about you…"
"Then, you must have heard that I can blow a punch"
"You're right, I've heard a thing or two about your 'quick fist'" Dylan smiled, not understanding that Letty wasn't pleased by his attention. Dom threw an arm around her waist, such thing Dylan didn't miss. Letty took a step back, closer to Dom "I also heard that you were Toretto's girl. And that you ride on his car"
"What do you want?" Dom said, trying to control his temper. Everybody around got silent, listening. They knew better than to mess with Dom. Specially with his girl.
"A change to take the throne"
Everybody laughed, especially Vince and Mia. But Dom and Letty didn't. Letty just wish this jerk would shut up. Dom was about to shut him up.
"I told you, I'm not racing"
"But your girl is"
"If you think you stand a chance against a Toretto, go for it. Pay the bets, and race"
Dylan had a smirk on his face while paying the money. Letty kept wondering how someone could be such a dick. She didn't see him stepping closer to her. For Dylan, it didn't matter if Dom had both his eyes on his small figure or if his arm was around her waist. Dylan took her hand, ignoring Letty trying to take it back. And, as if all he had done already wasn't enough, he kissed her check. Or at least, he tried to.
Dom pushed him away from Letty in a second. Dom had lost it. And he had every right to. Dylan was trying to get to him. Was trying to make him race. And he was doing a great job.
Letty didn't try to stop Dom. Of course, she didn't want him to get hurt, but she had already seen what Dom could do when he was mad. And Dylan deserved every bit of what he was getting. He had crossed the line and was dancing about it. Now, he had to pay for it.
"Back off!" Vince and Leon tried their best to separate them, and it took four guys to take Dom away from Dylan. Dom was throwing insults at Dylan that weren't worth repeating, they were low. Not that Dylan didn't deserve this type of treatment, but let's just go to the part were Letty tries to calm Dom down.
"You have to stop!" Letty had both her hands on Dom's chest. Dom's back was against a wall, and Letty was between his legs, their hips together. Vince gave her a piece of cloth, and she put it against his lower lip, where Dylan had caused a pretty good damage.
"He had it coming!" Dom was breathing hardly, his hands on his neck. Letty kissed his chest dozens of times. It took a few minutes to calm him down, and some of Letty's calm words.
"I don't think I have to lecture you about whom I belong to"
"It doesn't mean I'm going to let some douche come and do what he did"
"Well, thank God you wouldn't. I'd be really mad if you did" Letty smiled up at Dom, who opened his eyes to his girl "Let me get my revenge over him, Dom. I'll win the race, you know it"
Letty took his hand, guiding him to his car, which Vince had driven to the start line. Letty got in, Dom's eyes were on Dylan's car. He had analyzed the engine. There was no way he could outrun Letty.
"I'll see you on the finish line" Dom whispered to her. With a quick kiss, it was time for Letty to go.
Long story short, Letty would have won if it wasn't for Dylan. You see, he was much more than a douche, jerk or dick.
Dylan was beyond pissed off. His head was pounding thanks to Dom's punches had thrown him. His vision was as good as it had always been. So, he was mad. Really mad. Mad at Dominic Toretto. But Dylan knew that there was no way he could race against him tonight.
That's when he saw Letty take the first place. They still had almost a mile to go when this idea occurred to him. Dylan his the gas, taking the second place. As soon as he reached Letty's car, his front meet her car, sending her straight forward. Letty was taken by surprise, trying her best to keep the car steady. She managed to control the wheel again, but Dylan did it again.
This time, Letty couldn't control the car. Her head hit the wheel, even though she was using the seatbelt. Blood was on her face and, suddenly she couldn't see anything. The noises made her cringe, but there was nowhere she could go in the car, for the metal was now warm and everywhere around her.
The last thing she saw was Dom. He was running to where she was. More blood.
Dom would never forget the sound of metal on the asphalt. The turned around when everybody gasped. It took a few seconds for him to understand what he was seeing. It was Letty's car.
Or what was left of it.
Then, he ran. Later that night he would try to understand where all that speed had come from, but now all he wanted was to get to her. Thank God he seatbelt wasn't stuck. With Letty on his arms, he tried to measure the damage. She had bruises everywhere Dom could see.
"Baby?" Letty would respond to Dom, which would only make him more nervous "Somebody call an ambulance!"
Dom didn't move Letty off his arms. He managed to put her against his chest, hating the feeling of warm blood against his shirt. It took ten minutes until the ambulance arrived. Maybe more, Dom didn't know for sure. At the sound of the tires, every racer ran to vanish from there.
The paramedics took Letty from him, this cold feeling taking possession of his soul. He watched while the men in front of him pushed him away from his girls, saying he couldn't come with them.
Vince and Leon held him back while they close the ambulance's doors, taking Letty to emergency.
"Calm down, dude!" Vince pulled Dom towards his car. "We'll follow them. C'mon"