"You got your bag?" Dom leaned into the door frame to Mia's room, Myra sitting on the bed looking down at her clothes. She nodded, glancing up at him for a moment before returning her gaze back to the ground.

They hadn't said much to each other in the last week. The silence was thick in the house too, everyone not sure who's toes were in the line of fire. No one wanted to step on anyone. And Race Wars was here, minds occupied with the hope of the event coming.

All Myra knew was that she had renewed the renter's insurance on the house and shop in her name, that the bills had been switched over to a joint account with her and Dom, and that Vince was drinking himself into a big ass mess. She watched him fall apart, watched him slink his way into the garage in the morning with help from Leon. He didn't try to notice her anymore, didn't try to talk to her. He just drank, worked, drove, and slept.

Dom didn't have time to try. The supra was finally done, sitting shiny and ready for Race Wars. Brian had been driving and practicing all week, race after race each night. It was never enough, not in his world, not in Dom's. Myra had tagged along one night out of the week, but mostly she found herself upstairs in Mia's bedroom, looking over books titled for self-help in running a business and how to get more bang for your buck.

Dom moved into the room fully, taking a seat beside her. The bed creaked, sinking down. She tipped just slightly, his warm flesh touching her shoulder.

"You don't have to come if you don't want to."

"Of course I want to go," she spoke up, glancing over at him confused. "You trying to get rid of me?"

"I wouldn't have signed everything I own over to you if that was the case," he chuckled. She found herself smiling, finding an ease with him that had always been there. From the first day of picking out her bedroom for her, to unboxing her things, and helping her get her furniture upstairs in the house across the street; Dom had been nothing but ease. She was starting to see that maybe he made it look that way for a reason.

"What's running through that mind of yours?"

"Just thinking," she cleared her throat, sighing and glancing out the window to their right. "It's hard to believe that this is where I am. It's hard to remember a life where I didn't have you in it." She smiled up at him, shaking her head before pushing herself up off the bed into a standing position. "Which reminders me, you're gonna carry this downstairs right?"

Dom laughed loudly, grabbing her bag before playfully pushing her out of the room, downstairs, and into the living room. The trailer was already out at Race Wars, everyone making their way there save for herself, Dom, and Jesse. He was finishing up some work at the shop and would be there in no time to pick her up, Dom grabbing some last minute things at the store.

She surveyed the living room, letting out a sigh of happy as the silence enveloped her. Dom took her bag to the car as she locked up, and she followed behind him quickly, the sun rising just over the mountains. Jesse was already parked out front, checking something on his phone as he smoked a cigarette and scratched his head all at the same time. Myra didn't hesitate to take the cigarette from him and tossing it on the ground, catching a glare that turned into a smile as he rolled his eyes.

With ease, she crawled into Jesse's Jetta and in seconds they were off, Dom traveling behind them for a moment before taking an exit to run his errands. The car pumped with music as Jesse sang along, Myra laughing hysterically as the neurotic man danced and cruised along in between cars.

The ride was a little over an hour and a half, the sun high in the sky as they pulled up to join the line of drivers getting into the gates. Jesse flashed his pass that Dom had bought months in advance, and in no time, they were making their way to the large park of cars, traveling up and down the rows until they saw the recognizable cars of Letty, Leon, and Vince.

Myra jumped out quickly, heading to the trailer to put her bag away with the others. She opened the door into the muggy little cabin to see Vince sitting at the dining room table, a bottle of beer in his hands, eyes on the table. His beard had grown out more than usual, his demeanor that of someone exhausted. She wanted to turn around and head back out almost instantly but he looked up, his eyes red ringed, his lips chapped.

"Hey." His voice was dark, gravel stuck to the inside of his throat. He tried to clear it as he shifted in the chair and made himself stand, but he swayed, the heat not helping with the alcohol.

"You need to take a cold shower and sober up."

He nodded, rubbing a hand over his eyes as he loomed over her by inches. She could feel the heat he was putting out, almost certain now that he had been baking in this small little trailer on purpose, letting the sun suck him dry. She didn't say anything after that, just took his hand and led him into the back. He allowed her to pull him into the bedroom, where she stripped him of all his clothing, piling them up on the bed. She guided him to the shower, turning the water on and making sure it was mild before helping him in.

He groaned almost instantly, the water pouring down on his chest, his head above the showerhead. Myra quickly took her own clothes off, sighing deeply as she stepped in front of him, taking a cup off one of the built-in shelves to pour water on his head. He looked down at her, hands flush to the tile above her. She ignored the chilly water that hit her in the back as she stretched her arms out and poured the water over his head, slowly, watching the droplets slide over his face and down his chin.

"I love you." It was a whisper, deep in his chest. His hand brushed along her side, and goosebumps multiplied on her arms as she nodded, not sure words would help in this moment. She wanted to yell at him, tell him you didn't lie to someone you loved, you didn't keep secrets from someone you loved, but the words were trapped behind her desire for him too. She couldn't deny it, her body reacting almost instantly to his soft caresses as his fingers traveled along the side of her body and up to her chin. Before she knew it, her head was tilted back and Vince's lips were on her, his body warmth wrapping around her as he pulled her to his chest.

They continued there for a moment before he turned the water off, lifting her up by the back of her thighs he walked them out and tossed her on the bed, crawling on top of her with a grin on his face.

The sun was setting when the knock on the bedroom shift divider startled the two of them.

"Vince, we gotta go." Dom's voice was blunt, making Myra's brows furrow in the middle. She watched as Vince sighed, crawling out of the bed, untangling himself from her. She followed him quickly though, stark naked, looking up at him as he pulled his pants on.

"Where are you going?" she questioned him, watching as he shook his head and looked at her with pleading eyes. She hadn't been aware Dom was in on the lie, and it made her blood boil.

"I can't tell you."

"Then I can't sleep with you anymore."

She hadn't expected him to nod, his eyes drifting down to his hands as they fumbled with his pants button. He grabbed his tank top, pulling it on quickly before leaning in and smothering her with a passionate kiss.

"You keep saying that baby, but we both know it ain't true." He left a final kiss on her forehead before pushing the shift aside and heading out of the trailer completely. Myra sank back into the bed with frustration, her hands shaking as she traced them along her lips. She wasn't too sure when she had gotten here, but he was right. She couldn't just walk away, not after the years they had put into every second of loving one another, but her anger was unreal. Dom had lied to her face, kept this secret from her while she distanced herself from Vince. She couldn't fathom what would be more important than the sanity of someone he considered a sister, but it upset her deeply to know he had found that boundary.

Quickly grabbing her clothes, Myra pulled them on before heading out into the night air to find Mia. She spotted the girl quickly, Brian fast on her trail, but she didn't have time to wait for them to make out. She needed to know if the younger girl knew about her brother slipping off into the night.