Letty's POV

It's been almost a week since Leon and I came back to L.A. Everyone's relieved that the heists are over and the team is back under one roof, alive and well. Everyone except one person. Poor Mia got a phone call from Brian O'Connor on Tuesday night. He asked how everyone was doing, especially her, and although he truly loved her when he lived in L.A., he moved on with his life in Miami and is now dating someone named Monica Fuentes.

That bastard. I would have strangled him myself if I'da gotten hold of 'im. You don't call up your ex-girlfriend suddenly, and tell her about some new chick you're fucking. You just don't do that. So, as a result of Brian O'Asshole's call, Mia's gotten quiet and sits on the window seat in the living room, crying and drinking. Yes, drinking. Mia's drank more Coronas this week than all of us combined. I'm still waiting for Dom to go and snap her out of it, cuz all of us have tried to talk to her except him. She cries because her life was nearly ruined by Dominic's tirade with the hijackings. She wants to go to medical school but is afraid that Dominic'll want her to work in the garage office the rest of her life and say that he needs her more than anything.

That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. I can't believe that Mia's holding out on something like college. Dom'll have a heart attack when he finds out that's how she feels. Then again, we're still waiting for Dominic to go and snap her out of her trance and have a sister to brother talk.

This whole week has been rough for all of us. Leon's having a tough time dealing with Jesse and V. It's hard for him to see his best friends take so many pills to keep the pain away. Leon also realized that he left that hideous hat at the airport. Can't say I'm not glad, ya know?

Vince and Jesse are, of course, have recovered. They still, however, take pain pills daily and will probably have to for the next few years until they completely and fully heal. Vince's arm is still a mess and every time I look at it, I feel like crying. After my car rolled over on the day of the last heist, I got some bumps and bruises, but nothing like Vince's arm. I was lucky.

Since I've been home, Dom and I have had to get used to living together again. With Mia's bullshit, and the rest of the guys, we've been sorta tough on each other this week. It's not been fun, between my mother's death and all. We're dealing, just in all of our own ways. Everyone expects me to be so broken up about my mom, but I just brush them off. It's no big deal. She's no big deal.

On Friday afternoon, Dominic and I were running the garage by our selves and our tempers were flaring every now and then because we were so cranky. We were incredibly busy because it was the weekend, and all the cats want their tricked out rides ready for the Friday and Saturday night races. It was also fucking hot out, too, and the garage's fans weren't enough to keep us cool. Dom was sitting in the office with a binder full of paperwork. I had been under this whacked-up Altima, scheduled for a six o'clock pick-up, for four hours straight and I was tired of having oil and grease drip onto my face and into my hair.

I heard Dominic's heavy footsteps approach the Altima until the tips of his worn black boots were within my view.

"Dom, hand me that wrench sitting up on top of the tool chest," I asked him from under the car. I heard him walk over to the tool chest and pick up a wrench. Then he walked it back over to me and dropped to his haunches. I saw his dirty, yet muscular arm poke under the car next to me. I glanced at the wrench in his hand and sighed, obviously exasperated and frustrated.

"No, you stupid fuck, the bigger one, with the rubber grip thing on it." Dominic rose and dropped the wrench with a loud clatter.

"Get it yourself," came the hellishly evil reply. I heard his footsteps retreat and walk back into the office. I growled angrily and scooted out from under the Altima. I got to my feet and stomped over to the tool chest. I chose the wrench I wanted and stomped back to the Altima with it. I scooted back under the car, twisted a few things here and there, and finally scooted back out again. I sighed with a smile, glad that the thing was finally finished. I spotted Dominic watching me out of the corner of my eye. His eyes could have killed a fucking snake.

I was so dirty. My hair was sweaty and dirty; my white tank top was now gray and black, and my cargos were greasy and oily. I stood with my back to Dom and let my long hair out of the messy ponytail it was in. I swung my head from side to side quickly, to shake out the crease that the gum band had left. I wiped the sweat off of the back of my neck with my hand and stretched, long and slow.

When I was done stretching, I felt a warmth surround me, along with the scent of Dolce & Gabanna and sweat. Dominic was standing behind me. I stood still. Dominic spoke.

"Let's go home." He wrapped his huge arms around my waist from behind. His warm breath tickled the side of my neck as he bent to give me a kiss there. It was a sweet, gentle kiss, an apology for his behavior earlier. I accepted the kiss with a small smile, but it quickly faded.

"What about all the cars?" I asked, my voice a little lower than usual. Dom shrugged. "Well, the Altima's finished. So call the guy and tell him it's ready. Then we'll close up before anyone else comes in." I nodded. "Okay." I stepped out of Dom's arms and sagged toward the cool office. I plopped down onto the faded orange carpet chair that Dom always sits in behind the desk and picked up the phone. I dialed Juan Diego's number and waited until he answered. "Yo, Juan! What's up, man?" "Nothin' much, Letty. You finish my ride?"

"Yeah, it's done. Hurry up and come over, eh? Dom and I are closing up early tonight." "I'll be over in like five minutes, aiight?" "Okay, man. Later," I said. I hung up the phone and rose from the ugly chair. From the window in the office, I saw Dominic shutting the garage doors. He left one open for Juan to drive the Altima out of. I exited the office and stood with my hands on my hips in the doorway. Dominic wiped his greasy hands on a small towel and looked over toward the office. He saw me standing in the doorway. "He coming?" Dom asked me. "Yeah, in a minute." I sniffed. Dominic walked over to me slowly, with a tired smile. "Leticia," Dom began. He placed his large hands on my waist and drew me closer to him. He peered into my tired eyes. "Yeah, Dom?" I asked. "I just wanna tell you that - " Dom trailed off. "Tell me that what, Dom?" I whispered, beginning to get goose bumps up and down my arms. "That you smell REALLY bad." Dom smiled, satisfied that he knew his statement would piss me off. Sure enough, I pushed him away from me. "You smell like shit, too, you know!" Dom was laughing, a long, lazy laugh that you do when you're either drunk or extremely tired. At that moment, a car roared up to the open garage door and Juan Diego got out of the passenger's side. Dom stopped laughing and we both turned to look at Juan. He and Dom did their guy handshake and Juan came over to kiss me on the cheek. "Ey, how is she?" he asked Dom, referring to his baby that sat upon expensive Falken tires and gunmetal Tenzos. "I dunno, Letty here worked on 'er." Dom clapped me on the back as if I were one of his pals from high school. I spoke up. "I had to put in new cams and gears but don't worry, they won't cost ya that much. It'll only be about four-fifty tonight, man." Juan nodded and handed me over a wad of cash. "That'll take care of it, keep the change, Letty." Juan nodded in my direction. "Thanks, bro." I stuffed the wad in one of my many pockets and smiled. Dominic handed Juan his keys and Juan jogged over to his car. He got in and started her up. With a roar and a wave, he sped out of the garage and the car that he had gotten out of followed him. Dominic turned to me. "Hand that over, Letty." He said, with mock seriousness. "Aw, Dom -" Dom cut me off. "Chill, you'll get his change later, if you're good." He smiled at me. "Yeah, for a fee, right?" "Yep."
With that, Dom went into the office and shut the lights out and locked the door behind him. He headed over to me and we both walked out of the garage, the door shutting behind us because Dom pressed a button before we went under the door. We climbed into my 240 and sped off, toward the fort, ready for a little shower and probably a little fun, too. Heh, heh, heh.