Chapter 2
"Dom, don't do it" Letty pleaded, although she knew that it was a waste of time. Once Dom had decided to do something, he wouldn't change his mind. "You can't beat this guy!!" There it was. The words Dom had been dreading for the past few months. As he had thought, his team had lost their confidence and belief in him. "What ya sayin' Letty? I'm a loser?" he thundered in his deep voice. "No Dom, you know I don't think that. It's just with Jesse and everything, you aint on top form" she yelled back in defence. "You need a break. We all do Dom" she said speaking softer. Letty was trying to calm him down, knowing what would happen if he lost the race driving as angry as this. "She's right dawg" Leon quickly backed her up. "Yeah, lets spend a few weeks away from 'The Strip', fix up the cars, then come back fresh and ready to win," Vince added "They ain't been tuned or nothing since we left L.A". Mia said nothing, thinking it better to stay out of the argument this time. She hadn't been the same person since that thing with Brian. It had shook her up bad, and she retreated into herself. "Stay the fuck out of this, it's between me and him", Dom hollered, looking at the Asian guy standing by his Mitsubishi Evo. "That's where you're wrong Dom. Last time you raced Tyler you lost the RX- 7, this time you could lose the Supra. That means we lose shit loads of money, 'coz of you're fucking ego. You're lettin' us down, and lettin' yourself slide." She was yelling again. "Let it go". Dom considered what she said; knowing that everything she had said was true. A sullen and calm look crossed his face as he eyed his team, and for a moment, Letty had thought she had gotten through to him. But when he glanced back at Tyler, who was talking to his second in command, everything left his mind. "One last race then it's over. OK babe". He had calmed down significantly knowing what was ahead of him, and was trying to re-assure her that he wouldn't lose again. "Yeah, whatever" was all that Letty said. The disappointment and fear evident in her voice. Dom turned away from his team and strode over to the Asian guy.
"You back again Toretto. Damn. Do you like losin' or something?" Tyler said. He was obviously pleased at having a second chance to bring down 'the King of L.A.'s streets'. "Fuck off man. I ain't having you're shit. That was some sneaky stuff you pulled last time". Dom was up in Tyler's face, their noses only a few inches apart. Vince and Leon grabbed Dom's massive arms. It took their two hands to hold one of his arms. They knew that if they didn't hold him back, he would put Tyler six-feet-under. "Whatever man, Let's get this over with. Got more important things to deal with than your punk ass. Never know. Might try for a piece of your sister!!" He knew that would piss Dom off. "You bastard" Dom raged. He swung his massive arms, throwin Vince and Leon to the ground. Before Tyler knew it, he was on the ground being hammered by Dom. The hundreds of racers who had come to race, stopped everything and ran to watch the fight. They had heard of Dom's power and wanted to see the damage he could do. Dom pulled back and threw a hard and fast punch at Tyler. He wasn't swayed by the blood splattered on his white tank top, or by the blood running between his fingers. His thoughts were bent on punishing this guy. He heard shouts from his team telling him to stop, but ignored them completely. The next thing he knew, Niko and Carlos, Tyler's guys, were punching at Dom's head and his sides. He slid off Tyler and pulled himself up, ready to lunge again, but was stopped by Letty and Mia standing in front of him, and Vince and Leon, holding his shoulders and waist. He struggled against the grip the two guys had on him. If he really wanted to he could easily overpower them, but the look on Mia and Letty's face said enough. "Get the fuck outta here Toretto" Carlos roared, as Elis, Cat, Tasha and Flaco, brought Tyler to his feet. Niko had gone to get his car. His Honda Civic Coupe pulled up and the gang helped Tyler in. "Stay away from my sister and my team" Dom warned as blood oozed from his mouth. "This aint over" he shouted to Tyler before the cars belonging to Tyler's gang pulled out of the strip. He spat the blood out and liked his wound, a gash just above his top lip. He also had a deep cut above his eye. With that he turned, braced himself against Letty placing his arm around her shoulders, as the team headed for their cars. The crowd separated into two separate rows, making way for the Toretto team.
"You know, one good thing came out of tonight," Letty said in a matter-of- fact manner. She poured some antiseptic solution onto cotton wool, and placed it over Dom's grazed eye. "Shit Letty" he gasped as the solution stung into his wound. "Oh, yeah what's that?" he asked wondering what the hell she was talking about. He winced as he looked up at her. "We still got the Supra. At least we still got the chance of making some money". "Yeah, I suppose, but it aint over Let. He's gonna' pay". "I agree wiv ya. But I think we should do it through racing. Get him where it really hurts" Letty added. "Next week. It's gonna be next week. I'm getting ma car back!!" Dom looked up at Letty again to see her reaction. He was sittin on the bed, with Letty standing between his legs. "Damn, you look good Letty" "You missin your trophy?" she said seductively. "You can say that again". He placed his hands on her body, feeling all of her perfect curves. It was almost as if he was re-acquainting himself with her. It had been a long time since they'd slept together. They still slept in the same bed, but every night when the team headed to bed, she crawled in and turned her back to Dom. 'I'm not in the mood Dom' was the excuse she had given. He pulled her into a tight embrace, tenderly toughing her lips with his. She returned the kiss; covering his lips with hers, feeling like the old-times when they had 'fun', and for a moment had forgotten everything that had happened. Suddenly, she pulled back and stood by the door with her back to Dom. He got up and went over to her. "What's up Let? Talk to me." He said softly as he slipped his arms around her waist, hugging her tightly. "I just. I just cant Dom". She turned in his arms, looking up at him with tears welling in her eyes. Her face became taught and angry and she threw his arms away, and walked around the room. "You wanna talk! OK Dom. Let's talk" she exploded. "What's wrong? I don't understand what's happenin with us" he asked half- panicked, half-confused. "Jesse, the trucks, Brian. You want me to go on? She spat, fighting to hold back the tears. She collapsed onto the bed and began to cry. "I know how you feel Let. I was so fuckin stupid. I should've listened to you, Mia, and Leon. I know". He knelt in front of her and placed his hands on her thighs. "Just give it time. We'll be OK. We all will." He wiped the tears away from her face, and lifted her chin. She stopped crying and looked at him. "What about Brian? We just left him to the cops. Will he be OK Dom?" "I don't know. He doesn't know where we are and if finds us then fine, I'll sort it out. But I ain't worryin bout him Letty. I'm more worried about the team."
"But what about Mia. She won't move on from Brian. I think she's still in love with him". "Give her time. She'll come round". Letty began to get angry again. She wanted him to find Brian and bring him back. She kinda liked him around. "I'm so angry an pissed at ya for getting us in this fuckin mess. But I cant walk away from you or the others. They're my family and you're my guy. But I still don't think it can go back to the way it was before. I still love ya though. I just need time. OK Dom." She opened the door and headed downstairs to where the rest of the team were eating Chinese.
He knew how she felt. For the past few months, he hadn't known what to do. The pain of losing Jesse was enough, but the situation with Brian, and his team's animosity was too much to handle. He just felt like racing. That was how he had lost the Mazda. He had been determined to become number 1 down here in Mexico as well as in L.A., but he had to beat Tyler first. Thinking that his Mazda could beat Tyler's Evo, Dom had raced Tyler. Tyler had fooled Dom into thinking he was going to push his NOS button, and Dom instinctively pushed his first. However, when Dom had begun to think he had won, Tyler pushed his button and soared in front of Dom, beating him by half a cars length. Tyler now owned the Mazda, but had also won two broken ribs, and a bruised face. Courtesy of Dominic Toretto. But he would take his car back. Although he knew that the Evo was some very hot shit, he thought that with some fine-tuning and maintenance, the Supra could handle it. 'For Christ's sake, when Brian had driven it for the first time, he had completely blown away a Ferrari.' He said, trying to fill himself with confidence. "Next week asshole. You and me. Next Week" he coldly said aloud to his invisible opponent.
"Dom, don't do it" Letty pleaded, although she knew that it was a waste of time. Once Dom had decided to do something, he wouldn't change his mind. "You can't beat this guy!!" There it was. The words Dom had been dreading for the past few months. As he had thought, his team had lost their confidence and belief in him. "What ya sayin' Letty? I'm a loser?" he thundered in his deep voice. "No Dom, you know I don't think that. It's just with Jesse and everything, you aint on top form" she yelled back in defence. "You need a break. We all do Dom" she said speaking softer. Letty was trying to calm him down, knowing what would happen if he lost the race driving as angry as this. "She's right dawg" Leon quickly backed her up. "Yeah, lets spend a few weeks away from 'The Strip', fix up the cars, then come back fresh and ready to win," Vince added "They ain't been tuned or nothing since we left L.A". Mia said nothing, thinking it better to stay out of the argument this time. She hadn't been the same person since that thing with Brian. It had shook her up bad, and she retreated into herself. "Stay the fuck out of this, it's between me and him", Dom hollered, looking at the Asian guy standing by his Mitsubishi Evo. "That's where you're wrong Dom. Last time you raced Tyler you lost the RX- 7, this time you could lose the Supra. That means we lose shit loads of money, 'coz of you're fucking ego. You're lettin' us down, and lettin' yourself slide." She was yelling again. "Let it go". Dom considered what she said; knowing that everything she had said was true. A sullen and calm look crossed his face as he eyed his team, and for a moment, Letty had thought she had gotten through to him. But when he glanced back at Tyler, who was talking to his second in command, everything left his mind. "One last race then it's over. OK babe". He had calmed down significantly knowing what was ahead of him, and was trying to re-assure her that he wouldn't lose again. "Yeah, whatever" was all that Letty said. The disappointment and fear evident in her voice. Dom turned away from his team and strode over to the Asian guy.
"You back again Toretto. Damn. Do you like losin' or something?" Tyler said. He was obviously pleased at having a second chance to bring down 'the King of L.A.'s streets'. "Fuck off man. I ain't having you're shit. That was some sneaky stuff you pulled last time". Dom was up in Tyler's face, their noses only a few inches apart. Vince and Leon grabbed Dom's massive arms. It took their two hands to hold one of his arms. They knew that if they didn't hold him back, he would put Tyler six-feet-under. "Whatever man, Let's get this over with. Got more important things to deal with than your punk ass. Never know. Might try for a piece of your sister!!" He knew that would piss Dom off. "You bastard" Dom raged. He swung his massive arms, throwin Vince and Leon to the ground. Before Tyler knew it, he was on the ground being hammered by Dom. The hundreds of racers who had come to race, stopped everything and ran to watch the fight. They had heard of Dom's power and wanted to see the damage he could do. Dom pulled back and threw a hard and fast punch at Tyler. He wasn't swayed by the blood splattered on his white tank top, or by the blood running between his fingers. His thoughts were bent on punishing this guy. He heard shouts from his team telling him to stop, but ignored them completely. The next thing he knew, Niko and Carlos, Tyler's guys, were punching at Dom's head and his sides. He slid off Tyler and pulled himself up, ready to lunge again, but was stopped by Letty and Mia standing in front of him, and Vince and Leon, holding his shoulders and waist. He struggled against the grip the two guys had on him. If he really wanted to he could easily overpower them, but the look on Mia and Letty's face said enough. "Get the fuck outta here Toretto" Carlos roared, as Elis, Cat, Tasha and Flaco, brought Tyler to his feet. Niko had gone to get his car. His Honda Civic Coupe pulled up and the gang helped Tyler in. "Stay away from my sister and my team" Dom warned as blood oozed from his mouth. "This aint over" he shouted to Tyler before the cars belonging to Tyler's gang pulled out of the strip. He spat the blood out and liked his wound, a gash just above his top lip. He also had a deep cut above his eye. With that he turned, braced himself against Letty placing his arm around her shoulders, as the team headed for their cars. The crowd separated into two separate rows, making way for the Toretto team.
"You know, one good thing came out of tonight," Letty said in a matter-of- fact manner. She poured some antiseptic solution onto cotton wool, and placed it over Dom's grazed eye. "Shit Letty" he gasped as the solution stung into his wound. "Oh, yeah what's that?" he asked wondering what the hell she was talking about. He winced as he looked up at her. "We still got the Supra. At least we still got the chance of making some money". "Yeah, I suppose, but it aint over Let. He's gonna' pay". "I agree wiv ya. But I think we should do it through racing. Get him where it really hurts" Letty added. "Next week. It's gonna be next week. I'm getting ma car back!!" Dom looked up at Letty again to see her reaction. He was sittin on the bed, with Letty standing between his legs. "Damn, you look good Letty" "You missin your trophy?" she said seductively. "You can say that again". He placed his hands on her body, feeling all of her perfect curves. It was almost as if he was re-acquainting himself with her. It had been a long time since they'd slept together. They still slept in the same bed, but every night when the team headed to bed, she crawled in and turned her back to Dom. 'I'm not in the mood Dom' was the excuse she had given. He pulled her into a tight embrace, tenderly toughing her lips with his. She returned the kiss; covering his lips with hers, feeling like the old-times when they had 'fun', and for a moment had forgotten everything that had happened. Suddenly, she pulled back and stood by the door with her back to Dom. He got up and went over to her. "What's up Let? Talk to me." He said softly as he slipped his arms around her waist, hugging her tightly. "I just. I just cant Dom". She turned in his arms, looking up at him with tears welling in her eyes. Her face became taught and angry and she threw his arms away, and walked around the room. "You wanna talk! OK Dom. Let's talk" she exploded. "What's wrong? I don't understand what's happenin with us" he asked half- panicked, half-confused. "Jesse, the trucks, Brian. You want me to go on? She spat, fighting to hold back the tears. She collapsed onto the bed and began to cry. "I know how you feel Let. I was so fuckin stupid. I should've listened to you, Mia, and Leon. I know". He knelt in front of her and placed his hands on her thighs. "Just give it time. We'll be OK. We all will." He wiped the tears away from her face, and lifted her chin. She stopped crying and looked at him. "What about Brian? We just left him to the cops. Will he be OK Dom?" "I don't know. He doesn't know where we are and if finds us then fine, I'll sort it out. But I ain't worryin bout him Letty. I'm more worried about the team."
"But what about Mia. She won't move on from Brian. I think she's still in love with him". "Give her time. She'll come round". Letty began to get angry again. She wanted him to find Brian and bring him back. She kinda liked him around. "I'm so angry an pissed at ya for getting us in this fuckin mess. But I cant walk away from you or the others. They're my family and you're my guy. But I still don't think it can go back to the way it was before. I still love ya though. I just need time. OK Dom." She opened the door and headed downstairs to where the rest of the team were eating Chinese.
He knew how she felt. For the past few months, he hadn't known what to do. The pain of losing Jesse was enough, but the situation with Brian, and his team's animosity was too much to handle. He just felt like racing. That was how he had lost the Mazda. He had been determined to become number 1 down here in Mexico as well as in L.A., but he had to beat Tyler first. Thinking that his Mazda could beat Tyler's Evo, Dom had raced Tyler. Tyler had fooled Dom into thinking he was going to push his NOS button, and Dom instinctively pushed his first. However, when Dom had begun to think he had won, Tyler pushed his button and soared in front of Dom, beating him by half a cars length. Tyler now owned the Mazda, but had also won two broken ribs, and a bruised face. Courtesy of Dominic Toretto. But he would take his car back. Although he knew that the Evo was some very hot shit, he thought that with some fine-tuning and maintenance, the Supra could handle it. 'For Christ's sake, when Brian had driven it for the first time, he had completely blown away a Ferrari.' He said, trying to fill himself with confidence. "Next week asshole. You and me. Next Week" he coldly said aloud to his invisible opponent.
