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Chapter 25: Old Saint Dom

Flashback, 10 years ago (2003), Los Angeles, 9:23PM

"Oh, come on, Let. Sit on Santa's lap. You know you want to." Mia whispered, conspiratorially, into Letty's ear.

"Shut it, Mia." Letty said, nudging Mia in the ribs.

Eighteen-year-old Dom was sitting on the loveseat in the den with a Santa Claus hat on his head. In a white v-neck and lightwash jeans, he looked relaxed as he flicked through channels on the TV. Leon sat in the La-Z-Boy chair to Dom's left. Letty and Mia had walked through the den on their way to Sean Boswell's annual "Hos Hos Hos" party.

"Ay, where you two headed?" Leon asked the two sixteen-year-olds.

"Out." Letty answered.

"Where?" Dom's baritone voice demanded. A slight shiver went to down Letty's spine.

"Out." She repeated, firmly.

Dom smirked. For the past two weeks, Letty's smart ass mouth hadn't bothered him as much as it used to. She held her ground and he suddenly began admiring that about her. He let his eyes roam freely up her bare legs before returning them to the TV.

"Whatever. Have fun." He said, feigning disinterest in Letty's plans.

Letty would never admit to anyone, not even Mia, that she was a tad disappointed in Dom's nonchalant attitude. She had expected a little more fight than what he'd given her.

"Whatever." She replied and continued on her way with Mia in tow.

When Dom heard the front door slam, he cleared his throat and threw the remote onto the couch.

"Leave them be, Dom!" Anthony Toretto's voice sounded from the kitchen.

"Leon and I are going to the store, Pop!" Dom yelled back.

"Dude," Leon started, his voice low, "we're following them, aren't we?"

"Damn right we are."

Leon was unsure as to how he always got dragged into one of Dom's schemes to ruin Letty and Mia's social life. He never complained, however, because they'd always wound up at some raging party with tons of alcohol and hot girls. Shrugging, he stood up and followed Dominic out of the house.

Fifteen minutes later, Dom pulled up to a townhouse and a misty drizzle had begun to fall. He spotted Letty's car and found a parking spot a few spaces in front of it. They exited the car and followed the sounds of thumping music to the party.

When they entered the house, they were surprised. The house was jam-packed with teenagers, dancing and having the time of their lives. Everywhere they looked, there were red, plastic Solo cups. Looking up, the entire ceiling had been covered in mistletoe and white Christmas lights lined the perimeter of the walls.

It didn't take long for Dom and Leon to spot Mia and Letty. They were moving through the crowd, holding their drinks in the air. Dom's eyebrows furrowed when he saw Letty pull her arm away from a guy who, from what he gathered, wanted Letty to dance with him.

"These little boys have no respect today." Dom stated. Leon had saw the small spectacle as well. Smirking, he inwardly rolled his eyes.

"What? Are you gonna be her knight in shining armor?" Leon questioned. He grabbed a Jolly Rancher candy cane from the candy bowl and began unwrapping it.

"Letty doesn't need a white knight."

"Then what does she need?"

"How would I know? It's not like I care either way." Dom responded, shrugging.

"Riiiight. Of course you don't."

"Dom? What the hell are you doing here?" Letty asked through clenched teeth.

Speaking of the hot, Latina devil...

"What? We heard there was a hot party happening." Dom lied, grinning.

"Yeah, Let. We had no idea you guys would be here." Leon added, in a tone that let the girls know that they obviously knew.

"You. Corner. Now." Letty nearly growled. She grabbed the center of Dom's v-neck shirt and dragged him through the crowd of people to a corner of the living room.

"Start talking." She demanded.

"Come on, Let. How could we pass up booze and beautiful women?" He tried an award-winning side smark.

"Easily." She hissed, poking him in his chest. "Don't come."

"You realize that you're asking me to go against nature."

Letty opened her mouth, stuttering. "That's not... I didn't mean... God! You're are so obnoxious."

Dom smiled. "Why are you so uptight? It's a party, kid."

Letty smacked Dom's hand away as he went to pat her on the head. "I'm not a kid and I'm not uptight. You're being a dick."

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?"

"No. But you can kiss my ass with yours."

A raised eyebrow from Dom.

"Just leave please." Letty's voice was pleading.

Dom shrugged. "I might be susceptible to leaving if there were, say... something in it for me."

"Fine. Anything."

"A dance." Dom propositioned. Letty's mouth dropped open.

"With who? Rudolph?" Letty asked while she supressed the sudden urge to slap the Santa Claus hat off of his head.

Who the hell did he think he was bribing her to dance with him?

And more importantly, why the fuck wasn't she closing her smartass mouth and accepting?

"No. With," he eyed her outfit up and down, "Vixen."

"Cute. Real cute."

"So they tell me."

"They tell you about your huge ego as well?"

"Most do. Some even stroke it."

Letty's eyes widened. Her face turned red with anger and embarrassment.

"Ugh!" She growled her frustration at him before turning on her heels.

Before she could stalk off to find Mia, she felt his hand on her arm.

"Aw, I was just kidding, Letty." He pointed upwards to the mistletoe ceiling. "Make it up to you?"

Letty squinted her eyes at him and leaned in, tapping her pointer finger against her cheek. Dom angled downwards, placing his lips there, softly.

"You're lucky I love you like a brother." Letty half-lied.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

End of flashback

The weeks leading up to Christmas were big.

But Mia's favorite part?

The shopping.

She'd managed to drag Letty through every outlet mall in the area, purchasing gifts and decorations from damn near every store they entered. Her spirits were high, her morning sickness nonexistent and her credit card, seemingly, unlimited.

Two weeks before Christmas, Mia had sat the team down in the living room for an important discussion.

Mia & Letty's apartment, December, Los Angeles, 5:13PM

"Okay, I have an idea, but I wanted to get your opinions before I acted. And it's a limited time offer that expires at nine a.m. tomorrow morning."

"What is it, Mi?" Letty asked from her spot on the floor.

"Well, you all know how Daddy's family had a cabin in Denver and they've used it as a winter home since like before we were born, right?"

"Right. So, what's the offer?" Dom inquired, suddenly interested.

They'd wanted to spend a holiday at the cabin in the woods of Colorado for as long as he could remember. But since Anthony didn't get along with his only brother, Joseph. They'd been fighting over the same thing since high school; Dom's mother. According to Uncle Joe, Anthony stole Maria from right under his nose at their high school's prom. Thus resulting in Joe never offering the cabin to Tony, Mia or Dom during holidays.

"Well, since Uncle Joe died, God rest his soul, his wife has been so gracious as to not only offer the cabin to us for this Christmas, but also to change the ownership title into my name." By this point, Mia was practically bouncing on her feet.

"What's wrong with it?" Dom, Letty and Vince asked in unison.

"Yeah, does it need a lot of work? Or is she just sick of having it around?" Jesse questioned.

Mia shrugged. "Who cares? We'll finally have a snowy Christmas. And I only have until tomorrow morning to give her an answer. Let's take a vote. All those in favor of owning the cabin in Denver, raise your hands."

Hesitantly, all the hands in the room went up, including Mia's.

"Yay! I'll go call Aunt Sharon now! This is gonna be so exciting."

Up Next: Christmas in Colorado.