A/N: Well, I suppose this is The Big Reveal: Part I.


Chapter Fifty

Monday, Leticia's Office, Noon

"She breathes." was the greeting Luke Hobbs chose.

"She bites, too." Leticia replied, absently. She didn't look up from her paperwork.

"Oh, don't I know it." He stepped into the office, hands in his pockets and looking around as if he'd never been there. "I heard through the grapevine that you're getting a divorce."

Still uninterested in anything he had to say, Leticia turned to her computer to answer her newest email. "Read that in your subscription to Scumbag Weekly, did you?"

"You wound me." He retorted, putting his hand on his chest for added effect. Finally, Leticia rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Since you're already wounded, do you think it might kill you to know that I'm not getting a divorce?"

"Oh." He clutched his chest under the navy silk tie he wore. "I'm dead."

"Finally." She smiled sweetly at him before it dropped and she crossed her arms. "What do you want?"

"Well, I was here to invite you to dinner-."

"Never going to happen." She cut him off.

"But," he ignored her interruption, "instead I'll just let you know that your father is in town."

The brunette's back stiffened and her eyes bore into Luke's.

"You didn't know." He guessed by her body language.

"How do you know this?"

"He's moving back here and is trying to get zoning permits to build a new house on some land that's currently owned by the city council. I guess he figured you and I were still friends and I'd do him this solid."

A sharp inhale from his ex-girlfriend. "Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Will you? Do him this solid?"

"That's why I'm here." Luke replied. "I won't give him the green light to build if you're not comfortable with this."

"Don't be silly, Luke." Leticia was all-business. "You can't base a decision like that off of the feelings of your ex-girlfriend."

"Ex-fiance."

"I never said yes."

"You never said no either."

Leticia leaned her head back and closed her eyes briefly as she tried to reel in her frustration with the man in front of her. "Just... do whatever you want for him. I seriously don't even have the time or energy to care about his life right now."

"I can talk to him. Tell him to come visit."

"Stay out of it, Luke." She sighed, rubbing her temples. There was an impending tension headache forming. "Besides, you shouldn't have to persuade a man to visit his own child. Especially if he plans on staying in the same city. There should be a... a pull, a compulsion to do so."

Luke's brows furrowed. He'd known this would be like pulling teeth. He knew it. Yet, he couldn't help but feel sorry for her. The situation with her father was sad. It hurt her, for sure, but she'd never admit that. Leticia Ortiz-Toretto had learned long ago to steel herself against anyone who had destroyed her faith in humanity.

"I was just trying to help."

Nothing. Not even an eyebrow arch from the Queen of Toretto Enterprises, Incorporated. He expected fireworks, or for her to shout, "I don't need your help, Luke!"

Instead, she sat back in her chair and gave him a sad smile. "I know, and while I appreciate it, it's just not worth the aggravation. Especially with everything else I've got going on right now."


Leticia's Condo, 7:31PM

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Leticia's eyes shot open and to the flat, surveillance screen mounted on the wall of her yoga room. Her lips twitched upwards. Her husband stood at the door, fixing his tie and awaiting her presence at the front door. She unfolded her legs and rose from the floor and left the room, trekking through her new place to open the door for him.

"You're not the male stripper I ordered." The brunette teased.

Dominic's eyebrow lifted and he stalked her backwards into the front hall. "I could be."

She laughed at that, turning her back on him and leading him in further. His hand grabbed her right bicep and pulled her back him. In a matter of seconds, Letty was turned to face him, lifted into the air and pressed against a wall. Her hands rested atop his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his waist and a chuckle left her mouth.

"No hug? No kiss?" Dominic narrowed his eyes playfully. "You must be very angry with me."

"I am." Her hands left him and she crossed her arms, trying for proud indignance despite her position in his arms.

"Why?"

"Because I was serious about my stripper."

He squinted his eyes, now, squeezing her waist tighter and practically growling at her. Amusement twinkled in her eyes.

"Well, you won't be once I tell you what I came over here for."

"I have a headache." She deadpanned.

"Not that." Dom stopped and thought about what he'd just said. "Well, maybe some of that later." Letting her down, he took her hand and they walked side by side to her sitting room. He refused the drink she offered and sat one of the couches. She sat beside him, looking at him expectantly.

"So, I was thinking that I was being unfair and vague with you on Saturday."

Okay, fine. Her interest was officially peaked.

Still, she said nothing. Leticia simply waited for her husband to continue his train of thought.

"I said I wouldn't make impulsive, hotheaded decisions, nor would I keep things from you. And I meant it. So, I did a lot of thinking since our... hypothetical conversation."

"And?"

"I want you to know that Vince, Leon and I are going to Shaw's tomorrow night."

Letty nodded. She understood; she knew the man married. He was so much like his father. Both he and Anthony were family men. they were the most protective of their pride. And when his pride was threatened, the compulsion to eliminate the threat was prominent. While, he'd promised his wife that he wouldn't kill Owen Shaw, Leticia knew deep down that he was going to first try his words to make the Englishman back down.

She also knew that it probably wouldn't work. Shaw seemed like the type of man that would be easily persuaded to back down from a challenge; especially since he was the one who started this war. Dominic, along with his two closest friends, would have to use force.

In that moment, Dominic used his uncanny ability to read her mind. "But you'll be my tether. The thought of you will keep me from going to far."

"How do you know that you'll think of me in time to stop?"

He looked at her as if she had three heads. "Have you listened to anything I've said to you in the past nine-and-a-half years? You are in my mind, heart, body and soul. I eat, sleep and breathe you. You are in everything I do, Leticia."

His wife blinked at him, shaking her head at his words. She was trying to quell her rising emotions. "I swear to god if you leave me, I'll use every resource I have to get to you. And then I'll kill you."

"I'm not going anywhere. I swear it to you."

The passion and conviction in his words was almost too much for Leticia to bear. She found herself pulled into his lap and his strong arms squeezing her tightly. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Letty held her husband close to her.

"I just want this over."

"So do I." He leaned back to look her in her face. "I need you to go about your day tomorrow as if nothing is wrong. When you're finished work, go to dinner with Gisele. Have a drink and then-."

"I have my session with Dr. Herrera tomorrow."

Dominic thought for a moment and then conceded, nodding his head. "Okay. So, go to your session and then have Gisele pick you up from there. You two go to dinner, and I'll come to you once everything is finished."

Leticia's hands followed the strong contours of his cheeks, nose and jaw. Without realizing it, she was committing his face to memory. He took her wrists in his hands and kissed her palms softly.

"I suppose I'll have much to talk about in therapy tomorrow evening."

"Oh yeah?" Dominic smiled.

"Yeah." The Latina sighed. "My father is moving to Los Angeles."

"How-? Did he come to see you?" He asked, his voice laced with concern as he rubbed her back in small circles.

"No, actually he went to see Luke. Something about zoning permits. I don't know. But Luke came to my office today."

Dominic's hands, which had made their way down to her backside, suddenly froze, his fingernails digging into the perfect globes of her ass. Letty grinned.

"My, my, aren't we jealous?" He growled into her neck and twisted his body until he had her back against the couch.

"I'll show you jealous, woman."


Office of Dr. Megan Herrera, Tuesday, 4:58PM

"I'm going to try to get out of here by five-thirty. Five-forty-five at the latest." Leticia said into her phone. She dropped her car keys into her leather Givenchy satchel bag. "Just meet me out front of the building... yes, we'll get drinks immediately afterwards." Flicking her bangs out of her face, Leticia smiled at the doorman as she passed him. "I'm heading up in the elevator so I might lose you... okay, see you then."

The mirrored lift doors opened with a cheerful ding and Letty tossed her phone into her bag as well before stepping off and walking through the lobby to Dr. Herrera's waiting room. The only thing missing was the doctor's gum-popping secretary was there to give her a half-assed smile and a lazy wave towards the office door.

A toilet flushed somewhere out in the hallway.

Ah, the apathetic secretary, Leticia thought to herself as she let herself into Dr. Herrera's office. Or not.

There, in the office, sat Laura, Megan's assistant. With duct tape against her lips and wrapped around her wrists and ankles, effectively tying her to the chair. When she saw Leticia, she struggled against her bonds with wide eyes and whatever she was trying to say was muffled behind the tape.

Leticia's first thought was that she'd caught the tail end of a robbery gone wrong. But then Laura's restrained flailing and muffled shouts got worse as if she was attempting to warn the innocent woman standing in the doorway. Instincts kicked in; the hair on the back of her neck stood at attention and her spine went ramrod straight.

Because with her luck, and with everything going on in her and her husband's lives, Leticia knew this was way bigger than a robbery.

And she had just enough time to turn around to spot Dr. Megan Herrera grinning at her.

Just before the doctor's hand came into view and a needle was thrust, painfully, into the side of Leticia's neck. Seconds later, Dominic Toretto's bride dropped to the floor where darkness consumed her.

To Be Continued...