A/N: Idk how this chapter happened, but it did. And I'm fairly sorry for it.

Chapter 36

Toretto Enterprises Office, Ortiz House, 5:45PM

"Letty, is there anything else I can do for you?"

Letty pulled her glasses off her face and placed her hand on her chest, surprise evident across her features. "You scared the shit out of me."

"Sorry." Sophie smiled politely. "I just figured I'd get going if you didn't need me for anything else."

"What time is it?"

"Quarter to six."

"Sophie, how many times do I have to tell you: just because I'm here past five, doesn't mean you have to be. At four-fifty-nine, just run out of here." Leticia told her with a playful grin.

"Okay. Well, I'm going to run to the ladies' room and then I'll be on my way."

"Have a good night." Letty told her.

"You too."

A few minutes later, Leticia heard Sophie shout a final goodbye down the hallway to which she responded in kind.

Letty sighed and put her head against the back of her chair. She was tired, for sure, but she had to finish the itinerary for Toretto Enterprises, Incorporated Eleventh Annual Race for Research before she went home. The event was a great way to raise money for different charities, all while having a great time.

"Okay, Letty, let's do this." The brunette told herself. She rubbed her eyes, careful of her expertly applied makeup, before turning to the sheets of paper by her laptop.

Crap, she should have had Sophie make copies before she left.

Oh well, Letty mused, standing from her desk. As a last minute thought, she brought her phone and coffee with her before heading down the long corridor.

New iMessage: Dominic.

Leticia found herself smiling.

-Burning the midnight oil?

-As always.

She made her way past the conference room, made a quick right into the copy office and flicked on the light switch. The tiny room flooded with unflattering light and she pushed up the industrial copier. Placing the first of her documents down on the glass surface, she pressed 'start'.

Her phone buzzed again.

-Want some company? I can send Elle. I know how much you love her.

-Oh, you're hilarious, Mr. Toretto.

She switched the sheets of paper out, and hit the 'start' button again, distracted by her phone. The slightest of noises alerted her to someone else's presence on her floor. Turning her attention back to her phone, she mentioned:

-Besides, I already have company. Someone else is here burning the midnight oil with me.

-I'll come down and check on you in a few.

-I thought you weren't going to pop into my office without permission.

-Sorry. I'll come down and check on you in a few, with your permission, of course.

-That'll be just fine.

Grabbing her newly copied papers and their originals, Leticia started out of the copy room. This time, making a left, she heard someone's fist rapping against the glass of the conference room. Looking up, she came face to face with Owen Shaw. He looked as if he'd just left a photoshoot for the cover of GQ. In his tailor-made suit, clean-shaven face and expensive accessories, Shaw smiled politely at Leticia before he waved her inside.

Confused, the Latina entered the glass conference room, sipping her coffee. "Mr. Shaw, did we have a meeting?"

"Owen, please." He corrected her. "I left a message with your receptionist saying I'd come by to go over the plans for the Race for Research."

"Oh. It must have slipped her mind. It's been a pretty hectic day."

"No worries. I could have my assistant reschedule, if you prefer."

"No, please, sit." She gestured to the long conference table. She pulled out the chair at the head od the table for herself, sitting her coffee and paperwork in front of her. Owen sat to her right, crossing his right ankle over his left knee. "I was just going over everything myself."

Leticia handed him copies. "So, as you know, there will be four other major car manufacturers in attendance to support the research for childhood, breast and testicular cancers, as well HIV/AIDS. Saturday will start with a breakfast for the companies and a few of the able-bodied patients from six hospitals in the LA County.

"Then we'll move to the first race of the day. There are twenty races in total. Lunch will be served in between. Saturday night, we'll be hosting a dinner and silent auction, the theme being vintage. We've got some amazing pieces for it. And finally, on Sunday, there will be a brunch and then," sighing, Letty pushed her hair to the base of her skull, "we will be introducing our first annual Race Wars. Any questions?"

Shaw gazed at Letty. "Race Wars?"

"A week-long series of drag races."

"Aren't they illegal?"

"Not when they're in the desert. Or when your ex-boyfriend is a city councilman." Letty smiled.

"Well then, it seems that the only thing left to do is the prep, then?"

"Yeah," the brunette shrugged, "but we've got people to do that."

"Anything else?"

"No, thank you. I'll have my assistant contact your assistant for specific dates and times."

"Of course." They stood, almost in unison. Leticia held out her left hand for a shake and Owen grasped it, shaking it slowly. He lingered in the handshake a bit longer than she was comfortable with.

"Was that all, Mr. Shaw?" The fingers on her other hand, tapping discreetly at the screen on her phone, finding what she was looking for.

"Well, now that you mention it," a predatory expression graced his features. Leticia's heart nearly kept out of her throat. "There's a personal matter I'd like to discuss."

"And that being?" The brunette kept her voice cool, even, despite her pounding heart and "fight or flight" instincts kicking in.

"You. And your flirting. Teasing really." Owen responded.

Disgust laced her voice when she spoke. "Excuse me? Mr. Shaw, I don't know what I've done to invoke this misunderstanding, but believe me when I say, it is just that: a misunderstanding. Now, if you'd be so kind as to vacate-."

The next thing Leticia knew felt was Owen Shaw gripping her wrist tightly and pulling her flush against him. She, sickeningly, felt his erected against her stomach.

"You can't possibly believe I let this unaligned company partner with mine because it's good business. I've done your husband and this company a favor. And I do think it's high time you returned it."

Bile rose in her throat and her heart and she tried to yank her arm from his grasp. But he had her too tightly. A tidal wave of anger washed over her and as he leaned in to attempt a kiss, Leticia's right hook hit it's mark perfectly. She felt, rather than heard, his cheek bone crunch under her knuckles.

"Agh! You bitch!" He shouted, grabbing his face. But Letty wasn't done with him. She placed her hands on either of his shoulders and brought her knee up, hard, directly into his crotch.

A high-pitched scream escaped his throat and Letty grabbed her phone and ran, Shas screaming profanities and threats behind her. Placing her phone to her ear, Letty raced back towards the safety of the copy room, slamming the door behind her.

"Dom, it was Shaw!"

"I know I heard everything." He sounded winded as if he was running. "We're almost there."

"We?"

"Vince is in the elevator. Leon is with me on the stairs. Are you somewhere safe?"

"Yes."

"Where?"

"The copy room past the beehive."

A bang on the door sounded. Letty's breath hitched.

"It's me, baby. It's just me. Open the door." Dom sounded in her ear. She flung the door open and was immediately pulled into Dominic's arms. Leticia felt the wind as Leon and Vince ran past them and towards the conference room. Much too soon, Dominic pulled away and gave her a once-over, making sure she didn't have a scratch on her.

"I'm okay."

"Are you sure?" His eyes were filled with a mixture of pain and anger.

Letty sighed and turned to the wall that held countless file cabinets. She pushed her hair behind her head again and tried to gather her thoughts about what just happened. When she turned back around, her husband was gone.

"Dom?" Letty inquired, absently She turned to her right, but he was nowhere to be found. The brunette poked her head out of the copy room. "Dom?" A bit more confused. Then she spotted her husband making his way to her conference room. "DOM!"

She raced down the hallway, but Vince and Leon blocked her entrance. "Let, just let it happen. Dom's not going to calm down until he's got a few hits in." Vince told her.

"Vince, his hands are registered! He'll go to jail."

"Shit!" Leon exclaimed and pushed the door open, closing it behind him.

Through the glass, Letty watched as her husband repeatedly hit Shaw, the soundproof room blocking out any sounds. But Letty could guess Dominic was telling Owen exactly what each and every hit was for.

Eventually Leon was able to pull Dominic off of him. And the CEO of The Great Britains lie, bleeding, on the floor of her floor's conference room.

"You won't get away with this!" He groaned.

"I already have!" Dominic snarled. He had just enough time to spit on Shaw before Leon pulled him out of the room.

"Call Brian." Dom demanded of Vince.

Up Next: The consequences. The therapy... And more.

A/N: Boxers are NOT required to register their hands, instead registering themselves with the Boxing Commission (pro or amateur) or with an insurance company, essentially making their hands 'weapons'. It is 'assault with a lethal weapon' when anyone with boxing training fights someone else outside of the ring if there is extreme bodily harm to their opponent, which is a felony.