We got nothing Dawg
Summary: The team moved to Miami after Brian. They're bored, they know of no racing and they want to go home. 1 problem. Dom would go to Lompoc. Maybe just Maybe Letty's old friend, underground race queen, Dime could give them a reason to stay.
Chapter 2 Bullshit.
A/N this is just a filler for back ground info. I'm really badly hit by writers block and need to clear my head so I'm setting it straight before continuing to far into the story.
"What you found Jesse?" Letty said looking over his shoulder, on the computer screen was a picture of Dime. She was covered in bruises and cuts, she looked dead.
"This is what Greay did to her a few months ago, according to this she shouldn't even be alive." Jesse said, "But she is." Jesse looked up they all looked totally confused,
"Why the fuck did she tell no one?" Mia said tearing up. "We could have helped her!" She said braking down,
"That's why she wants out I reckon." Dom said.
"Yo guys I'm not done. She was beat up cos she went to Lompoc, for attempted Murder of Lance Tran but only served part of her sentence. Greay never went to prison though. Don't know why but he didn't."
"Oh shit man." Lyon said.
"Yeah I know and also, she's got 3 tattoos, 1 is Toretto written across her lower back and the other 2 are matching flames on her arms. She is also currently driving her 2000 Ferrari and oh my god, she is the richest racer in Miami. This is all pure truth as well no bullshit. Man, she don't change." Jesse said turning off the computer. Mia was still crying and Letty, was no where to be found.
"Where's Letty Mia?" Dom said,
"On the phone in the Kitchen, phoning Dime to tell her to get her ass round here now cos they got all her shit." Mia said in between sobs.
"Ok." Letty got off the phone,
"She's coming round now." Letty said opening the door and waving at Diamante.
Summary: The team moved to Miami after Brian. They're bored, they know of no racing and they want to go home. 1 problem. Dom would go to Lompoc. Maybe just Maybe Letty's old friend, underground race queen, Dime could give them a reason to stay.
Chapter 2 Bullshit.
A/N this is just a filler for back ground info. I'm really badly hit by writers block and need to clear my head so I'm setting it straight before continuing to far into the story.
"What you found Jesse?" Letty said looking over his shoulder, on the computer screen was a picture of Dime. She was covered in bruises and cuts, she looked dead.
"This is what Greay did to her a few months ago, according to this she shouldn't even be alive." Jesse said, "But she is." Jesse looked up they all looked totally confused,
"Why the fuck did she tell no one?" Mia said tearing up. "We could have helped her!" She said braking down,
"That's why she wants out I reckon." Dom said.
"Yo guys I'm not done. She was beat up cos she went to Lompoc, for attempted Murder of Lance Tran but only served part of her sentence. Greay never went to prison though. Don't know why but he didn't."
"Oh shit man." Lyon said.
"Yeah I know and also, she's got 3 tattoos, 1 is Toretto written across her lower back and the other 2 are matching flames on her arms. She is also currently driving her 2000 Ferrari and oh my god, she is the richest racer in Miami. This is all pure truth as well no bullshit. Man, she don't change." Jesse said turning off the computer. Mia was still crying and Letty, was no where to be found.
"Where's Letty Mia?" Dom said,
"On the phone in the Kitchen, phoning Dime to tell her to get her ass round here now cos they got all her shit." Mia said in between sobs.
"Ok." Letty got off the phone,
"She's coming round now." Letty said opening the door and waving at Diamante.