"Can you and Leon handle torching them? I shouldn't go, not if they've been watching so closely, it's me they really want. But it needs to be taken care of tonight." The question got him glared at, Vince biting his lip as he considered it. Dom knew Vince was pissed, pissed that things had come to this and pissed that Dom was asking him to do it.

That Dom also wanted to stay home to watch Brian, who was clearly high on Vince's shit list, probably only beat out at the moment by the cops who'd kicked the kid's ass, didn't help any. Vince wasn't complicated, but contradictory on the other hand…

He would do it anyway. Pissed at ending the job before their biggest haul, pissed that they hadn't known the cops were on to them, pissed that they'd done any of it in the first place, pissed that he didn't hate Brian the way part of him probably thought he was supposed to-and Vince would do it anyway. Dom really didn't know why Vince had stuck around for all the shit he'd thrown at him through the years, sometimes. But Dom appreciated it, counted on it, more than he could say.

He'd have to remember that, next time he was picking him up from the drunk tank.

"Fine. You're right, if it's gonna be done, it needs to be done now before they figure out Pretty Boy blew his cover." Vince huffed, then deflated a little. "Man…if we'd pulled that last job…"

10-20 years if they were caught. If Dom let himself be caught. 10-20 years for him, and probably for Vince who had an old B&E from about a week after he turned 18. Maybe less time for Leon and Letty, but still, what, 8-12 years if they were lucky? Mia all alone again, the most important promise he'd ever made to her broken. Jesse in foster care, and that would have been yet another promise broken. Yeah, there was the little cantina in Mexico they were all supposed to meet at if things went wrong, even Mia knew that if they had to skip town she was supposed to grab Jesse and meet them there, a plan that had been in place long before he ever even had the idea about the trucks.

But now that felt about as arrogant and overconfident as being convinced the cops couldn't be on to them. "I know." Dom didn't say he was sorry. Vince reached out, grabbing the back of Dom's neck in a move they'd done a thousand times since grade school, pressing his forehead to Dom's as he pressed back, hand going up to grip Vince's neck just hard enough for it to be really felt, solid.

"You know, if you two ever take this bromance to its logical conclusion, I'll be fine with it as long as you let me watch." Letty's almost drawled comment as she came down the basement stairs had Dom huffing out a laugh and Vince breaking away from him with a groan of disgust. He grinned at her as he turned around, one eyebrow raised. "Like you wouldn't watch me make out with a chick." Dom had watched her make out with a chick. He wouldn't say no to a second time.

"Asking me to make out with Vince would be like me asking you to make out with your sister." His voice was wry as he said it and Letty screwed up her face at him, making a gagging sound.

"Not to mention, I don't want anybody else's dick within touching distance of mine," Vince grumbled, looking annoyed and uncomfortable, before shaking it off with a sigh. "Alright, I'll grab Leon and we'll get it taken care of." As he passed Letty he grabbed what looked like a cigarette but wasn't from over his ear and handed it to her, Dom stiffening a little as he saw it. "Don't let this go to waste. Maybe get Old Man Worry to lighten up a bit."

Letty took it with a smirk and looked at Dom as she twirled it in her fingers, neither of them saying anything until Vince had gone up the stairs and called out for Leon. "I'm not interested."

"I bet I can make you interested…Papi…"