Letty didn't preach far from the truth, Dom did come home with a different variety of whore every night. Most were vapid, few wore much clothing. That night was no exception, no night was any exception. Letty almost always ate dinner with the Torettos; She'd tried her hand at cooking once, but Mr Toretto had to put out the small fire she had started. She was always there when he showed up with that particular night's brand of whore clinging to his muscular body.
Mr Toretto already had his two girls seated on either side of him, serving up plates of spaghetti when Dominic strode through the door with some Asian chick attached to his arm. The first place Mr Toretto looked when he saw Dom, was to Letty. She was young of course, and oblivious to Dom's affection. She saw him as an older brother, he saw her as the girl he could never have. Letty wasn't anything like his sister. Mia studied hard and at least attempted to be feminine, Letty preferred cargo pants and covered with oil. That night she didn't seem even to notice Dom. As her older brother, she knew he was entitled to whore around with whomever he wanted. She just accepted it.
"Are you and you friend joining us Dominic?"
"No thanks pops. We're just here to pick up some stuff upstairs." He said taking the stairs two and a time and leaving the random girl in the living room. Mia watched her look around the room and wrinkle her nose in disgust at the various tools laying around. When Vince tore through the door without knocking, Mia had to suppress a smile when the girl jumped in shock and then glare as he strode through the living room without even a passing glance. Vince took a chair beside Letty and piled on the food.
"mm. Mia, can you pass the salad please?"
"Sure Let." Mia responded, passing a large glass bowl to Vince.
"Here Letty, take some more garlic bread."
"Thanks Mr. T."
"V.. didn't know you would be joining us."
"Sorry I didn't let you know, Pops. Mom's trying to cook again." He replied, mouth full of spaghetti.
Mr. Toretto laughed and handed him a glass of water and a napkin.
Dom came bounding down the stairs again, grabbed his girl and was almost out the door when Mr. Toretto stopped him.
"Dominic."
"Yeah pops?" he turned around.
"Be home by midnight. You have school tomorrow, and there are things I want to talk to you about. You're not in trouble, we just need to talk."
"Sure thing." He agreed, giving a fleeting look towards the table before he was out again.
That night, Dom roared into the driveway at half past eleven. He had beat curfew for once, not that he wanted to stay out later. Most of the girls that rotated in his grasp were only good for physical means before he lost interest. Not even remembering the girl he'd been out with, he hoped that she didn't expect him to call. Slumped into a chair across from his dad with a glass of water, Dom yawned.
"What's up?"
"Letty turns fifteen in June."
"Right." Dom said, not following.
"In Latin cultures, fifteen is the big birthday. So, I think we should do something for her."
"Like what? Throw her a party?"
"I was thinking of building her a car, we're almost finished with Mia's."
"She won't have her license."
"Neither does Mia for that matter, but you insisted we had to build her car and not buy one. Beside Dom, her parents live outside the country. She's almost guaranteed to get a hardship."
"I think it's a great idea. What kind of car?"
"maybe a Nissan?"
" a 240SX would suit her."
"I'll look for one then."
"We'll need to start building soon if we want to have it done in time."
"That's why I needed to talk to you tonight, but get to bed. You have school tomorrow, you're not skipping."
Dom took the stairs one at a time, his body tired and worn out. Almost tripping over the figure on the top of the stairs, he groped for the light. "Mia? What's wrong sweetheart?"
"Nothing, just waiting for you to get home."
"You should be in bed."
"It's midnight Dom, I'm not a kid."
"You're twelve, be a kid."
"I was just thinking, about how nobody waits for Letty to get home." She said carefully, but it still took Dom off guard.
"What are you talking about?"
"She goes home to an empty house every night, which has to be kind of lonely."
"Her parents sent her up here, Mia. They wanted her to have a better life than she would in Mexico, she lives with her uncle. She's fine."
"How do you know that? Have you ever been over there? Has Pops? She's always over here, and doesn't ever talk about life at home."
"I .. don't.."
"I didn't think so." She replied in a sigh, then got up and headed toward her room.
Dom wiped a hand over his head, and headed back downstairs.
"Pops?" He called from the kitchen. Mr. Toretto was sitting at the kitchen table, flipping through a mechanic magazine.
"Yeah Dom?" he replied, not looking up.
"I'm going to run over to Let's house, check on her. Mia's bugging about something."
Mr. Toretto looked up, his brows creased in concern. "Come get me if there's problems."
"You got it." Dom promised, turned and headed for the door.