A/N: All mistakes are mine.


Previously (chapter 16): Leticia forced herself to eat a turkey and cheese sandwich on potato bread and drink a glass of pomegranate lemonade. She unpacked her suitcase and fired up her laptop. Opening the Safari internet on the Macbook, Letty tried her hardest to remember the address of the "company" Dominic was sending money to, but she couldn't.


Chapter Fifty-Two

Back in the kitchen, Leticia decided that a glass of water and a ibuprofen tablet would help stop her head from splitting in two. With an unsteady hand, she reached up and pulled a glass from the cupboar. And without a good grip on it, the clear glass went sailing to the floor, shattering.

"Fuck!" She shouted. Her anger was getting the best of her. Chest heaving, heart pounding, and pure unadulterated hate coursing through her veins, something inside of the brunette snapped. In a full sweep of both arms, Leticia knocked every appliance from the counters onto the floors. Metal clanged against the hard wood, more glass shattered, but that didn't stop her. She needed to destroy more of Dominic Toretto; and he'd furnished half of this house, kitchen included. It was selfish and destructive, sure, but it was him, and in that moment, she could've killed him..

So her attention turned to the cutting board and knives in their holders, knocking those over as well. The fruit bowl beside it toppled over; oranges, apples and a banana spilling out. As she went to her swipe the rolling fruits away, her hand slipped against a meat knife and it sliced a thin line along the side of her hand, from pinkie to wrist.

"Ahh!" She cried, pulling her hand away as if she'd touched fire. The cut brought her back to reality. She looked around at the damage she'd caused, shaking her head. Snatching the dishtowel from its rack, she wrapped it around the side of her hand and cradled it to her chest, watching as her vibrant red blood stained the snow white cloth.

"Fuck," Letty groaned. The thin blade of the scalpel sliced easily through the skin down her jaw.

"...but really, this is just going to be fun for me." Megan was saying. And with that she backhanded Leticia across the face. The brunette's head whipped to the side at the impact and she spit out a tiny amount of blood; the hit causing her to bite her tongue.

"I swear to god when I get out of these ropes, Megan, I'm going to destroy your life." Leticia swore.

"Promises, promises." Megan rolled her eyes. She used the blade end of the scalpel to lift her victim's chin. "I suppose we should make sure you don't live to get out of them, then."

"What. the fuck. do you want?" Leticia repeated for the umpteenth time in the past twenty minutes. And every time she did, Megan slapped her across the face or applied a nice amount of pressure against her skin with the medical instrument. So far there were small cuts to her arms, neck, hands and thighs. But they were light, almost as if Megan couldn't really bring herself to press hard enough to kill Leticia. Or as if she were waiting for something. Or someone.

"What the fuck are you doing?" An accented voice called from a small distance away. Leticia squinted in vain, the darkness concealing the man's identity. It sounded like-. No, it couldn't be-.

"Owen!" Megan chirped, obviously happy to see, or rather hear, him.

Three things happened in the next forty-seven seconds that changed Leticia's life forever. First, Owen Shaw and three muscled men followed, dragging what looked like bodies behind them. The closer they got to the dim light overhead of her, the more she could make out the faces of the men they were dragging.

Second, her heart skipped at least three beats before it started again. Third, she fought harder against her ropes, more determined than ever, shouting, "No! Dom!"


Office of Dr. Megan Herrera, 6:02PM

Brian sat in the dark Skyline drinking from his black coffee and staring at the doorway to Dominic and Leticia's therapist's office. He'd been sitting their since Leticia pulled up. Dominic had, more or less, hired him as a personal bodyguard for Letty. He hadn't let her out of his sight all day. And Tony, well, no one could be trusted more than Tony Toretto, and Dom was taking zero chances when it came to the safety of his wife.

"I'm giving it two more minutes." Brian said, looking over at his passenger. "Even if she had to use the bathroom, she should be out no later than six-oh-four."

Anthony looked over at his son-in-law. "Agreed."

For the next two minutes, the men stared, unblinking, at the glass door to the office building. The doorman had long finished his shift and foot traffic had been slim to none with the work day being over.

"I'm calling it."

In unison, the two men got out of the car. Brian checked the chamber of his weapon, while Anthony reached in the backseat, pulling out a custom cedar four-by-four. They crossed the street and entered through the front door. Tony's eyes followed his finger as he read the directory to find Dr. Herrera's floor.

"Let's go." He told Brian as they kept their eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary.

On the seventh floor, the doors opened and Brian immediately drew his pistol when he noticed the chair in the waiting room was turned over as if something had been struggling. He and Tony scanned the room before exiting the lift and moving through the waiting room and into the office. Tony noticed the black handbag on the floor beside a cracked iPhone.

"Let was carrying that bag today." He mentioned to Brian. Crouching down, he opened the bag to check the ID inside of it. "Yeah, it's hers."

"Shh. Shh. You hear that?" Brian inquired. Listening harder, Tony could, in fact, here what sounded like muffled whimpering. Brian nodded towards the coat closet to the left of the desk. Approaching it slowly, both men prepared themselves for what they might find. On Brian's count, Tony moved the chair that had been stopping the handle from turning, and whipped the door open, Brian pointing his gun inside.

The whimpering became more frantic, and he quickly slipped his gun in the waistband of his pants and held his hands up. Laura, was still bound and gagged, her eyes wide and fearful.

"You're okay. I'm a cop." Brian pointed to the LAPD badge hanging around his neck on a silver chain. He cautiously kneeled down, pausing when she cowered away from him. "It's okay. I'm going to remove this tape, okay?"

When she nodded her permission, he did just that. And she let out of the most depressing sob ever, and her entire body became wracked with them. They helped her out of the closet, undoing her bindings. Brian sat her on the couch and Tony brought her a water cooler cup of aqua that she held in shaking hands.

"What's your name?" Brian asked.

"L-Laura." She stuttered.

"Laura, I need you to tell me what happened here."

"Dr. Hererra. Megan," she shook her head as if she were trying to comprehend things herself. "She tied me up and then sh-she stabbed that woman with some k-kind of needle." Tears streamed down her face and Tony placed a hand on her shoulder. She flinched, but accepted his comfort.

"What happened after she stabbed the woman?"

"Uh, I couldn't see." She dug deep into her memory, wanting to help as much as she could. "She redid the tape around my wrists and ankles and then shoved me in the closet."

"Is there anything else?"

"Oh! Uh, I heard her talking to someone. A man. She was telling him to take the back stairs and that she'd meet him at the warehouse. Th-that's all I know. I'm sorry."

Brian looked up at Tony and gestured away from the victim. Once they were out of her earshot, Brian told his father-in-law, "I'm going to get Han to hack Dominic's phone. He has to have it on him. I'll have my partner come in and stay with Laura. I don't want this on the books until we find Dom, Vince Leon and Letty."

Tony nodded dutifully. "I'll stay with her until your partner gets here."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Go find them," He commanded. So, Brian took off running out of the room, taking the stairs instead of the elevator.


"Leave us. We can handle this." Owen demanded of his three henchmen, so they took their leave.

Leticia's screams were brutal. And she was sure to break her wrists or dislocate her shoulder trying to pull her hands from the tight bindings. "No, god please no! Dominic!"

She looked at the lifeless bodies of her husband and two men she'd grown to love like brothers. Her eyes burned because of the sweat and tears she'd accumulated from straining. "You son of a bitch! How could you do this?"

"She's much sexier when her mouth is shut." Shaw deadpanned, looking at his nails. He spun on Megan. "What the fuck were you thinking? I said I'd handle it."

"And I told you it'd been a long time coming for these two." She spat back. "No way I was going to let you have all of the fun."

"You think your silly little vendetta is more important. Get over it. They're ruining my company, my reputation. They must be stopped."

"At least we're on the same page."

"If you're gonna kill me, just kill me now!" Leticia shouted. While the two idiots had been arguing, she'd managed to make some leeway. With her wrist slicked with sweat from struggling, she was able to slip it upwards and through the first knot, giving her easier access to work on the other three.

"I'm sick of hearing your shit. What?" She set her sights on Megan. "Did we fuck your Daddy over in some business deal? Am I close?" Her brown eyes shot back to Owen. "And you? What? Because I wouldn't fuck you? Is your little British ego hurting? This is just ridiculous."

"Oh, the things I'm going to do to that mouth." Owen threatened. Leticia gathered what little saliva she had in her mouth and shot spit at him; it landed on his buffed shoes.

"Fuck you."

"Don't talk to him like that!" Megan came to Owen's rescue, reigning two slaps across Leticia's face. "You have no right."

Now this was interesting. Megan was defending Owen as if she owed him something. Maybe she did. But the brunette didn't have time to think before Megan decided she was bored with the scalpel. So, she tossed it back onto the medical tray. Before anyone could stop her, she had her fist wrapped around Leticia's dark hair and was yanking her head back. The bowl that held the pungent liquid was braced at her lips and Megan smiled.

"Enjoy the trip." She tipped the bowl back and Letty sputtered as she tried to keep spitting the liquid out, only for more to keep coming. She swallowed a little and the effect was immediate.

"What is that shit anyway?" Owen asked, his mouth turned up, disgusted.

"My ex-boyfriend." At his confused expression, Megan shrugged and told him, "Liquid cocaine."

"Very nice, I'm impressed." He verbally applauded her.

Through the spectacle of Letty sputtering and Megan laughing, no one heard the sharp gasp come from behind them. With mind clouded and head splitting in two, Leon struggled to open his eyes.

Up Next: Megan's story.