Chapter: Andretti and Confetti

Having a late start to their evening, Dom and Letty got dressed and rushed out of the door. Letty, shockingly, in black a knee-length cocktail dress with her amazing back out, grabbed all of the attention of the men in the house.

They'd all complimented her before they left, leaving Dom jealous and fuming as they walked to the car.

"I shouldn't take you anywhere. I should make you change."

"Aww, Dommy. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were jealous." Letty said, smiling. She took Dom's keys from him and walked over to the passenger side door. She opened the door for Dom and laughed.

"I'm not your bitch, Letty." Dom said, smirking only a little.

"On the contrary. Of course you are. Well, tonight you are anyway." Letty said. Dom reluctantly sat in the passenger seat and Letty shut the door.

Once she was in the driver's seat, Letty put her seatbelt on and looked at Dom. He looked back at her and then realized that she wanted him to put his seatbelt on too so he did so just to please her.

As soon as Letty turned the ignition on and put the car in drive, she sped out of the parking spot and down the street. Dom loved watching Letty drive. It was a huge turn on for him.

He watched as she switched gears and had complete control over his car. Without any conversation, Letty's face was one of sheer happiness. Her lips turned up into a smug grin and her eyes were lit with excitement.

Dom knew what she was thinking. "You think you drive this car better than me, huh?"

"Oh, I know I do, hot shot." Letty said. Her smirk turned into a dead-on smile. Her hair, blowing in the cool L.A. night time, seemed like velvet and Dom just had to reach over and touch it.

Then, he leaned over and kissed her cheek. And then her neck, causing her to grip the steering wheel tightly and press her foot on the gas pedal.

"All right. All right. I get it. I'll stop." Dom said as Letty slowed the car down a little.

At the party…

"Who's that big guy over there with the black jacket and suit pants?" Michael Andretti asked a friend of his, pointing to Dominic across the room.

"As far as I can tell, he's just a fan. Perhaps he's a racer as well." His friend replied.

Just as Michael was about to tell his friend to ask for Dom's name, he watched Letty walked up to Dom with a half-full champagne class in her hand.

Dom had put his arm on the small of Letty's back and leaned down as she leaned up to kiss him.

"Wow. Who is that amazing creature that he's with?" Andretti asked.

"I'm not sure but I do believe that's his wife. They're friends of Hector, the new DJ that spins at the new club that you just opened."

"Oh, yeah. Okay. Hector's good peoples." Michael responded. "Hey, you know what, invite those two over. I'd love to get to know them."

Michael's friend looked at him skeptically. He knew Michael was a player and that he probably just wanted to get to know more about Letty and not Dominic.

But he also knew that by the size of the guy across the room, Michael would lose the fight if it ever resulted in that.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, man. Just invite them over."

Upon hearing the news of Michael Andretti's offer to enter the VIP section, Dom calmly kept his composure instead of jumping up and down with excitement like he wanted to.

Letty smiled and took her husband's hand as they followed the short (and slightly pudgy) Italian man. As they entered the VIP section, Letty and Dom were offered seats and drinks.

"So, Ms.-."

"Mrs. Toretto." Dominic interjected. Michael looked at Dom and smiled. Letty looked at the two men and realized that she was becoming the center of an ego trip.

"Letty, please." Letty said, smiling at him. The longer Letty looked at him, the more she saw that he was a handsome man. The jet black hair and nose gave away his ancestry, as well as his last name.

"Well, Letty. What do you do?"

"I work in a garage with my husband."

"A car garage?"

"Yes." Letty said.

"Really? I never would have pegged a lady like you as one who liked to get dirt under her fingernails."

"Who said I was a lady?" Letty countered, raising her eyebrow seductively.

Dominic couldn't believe that Michael Andretti was flirting with Letty, right in front of his eyes, nonetheless.

Still, just to be in his presence for a few more hours, Dom graced the small talk that Michael occasionally threw his way as well as the flirting.

At the end of the evening, Dom had only cared that he'd met Michael Andretti and was introduced as his "old friend" to the famous Mario Andretti.

"Nice to meet you, Dominic." Mario had said. He shook his hand and even took a picture with Dom for keeps. After thanking him countless times, Letty and Dom made their way back to the car.

"You were flirting." Dom stated nonchalantly. His tone of voice proved to Letty that he was either jealous or infuriated. He said it as if it was an everyday thing like brushing his teeth or something.

"I was not, Dom." Letty threw back.

"Oh really?"

"Yes really."

"Okay, Leticia." Dom said. And just like that, Dom took his keys from Letty, and got into the driver's seat. Letty had to open her door herself and once she had her seatbelt on, Dom sped off into the night.

The affairs of the evening made him furious and his driving was proof of that. He sped down a 65 mile per hour zone pushing 95. The whole ride home, Letty clutched the door handle and looked out of the window.