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Misfortune

Letty was no naive idiot. She knew full well that before she had come along that Dom had had the reputation, well deserved, for having a different girl for every day of the week. Not that it had been quite that bad, because if Dom had really slept with half the people he was rumoured to he'd have died of something incurable a long time ago. Or spontaneously combusted.

But Letty knew better than to believe anything that the haters told her, and there were a lot of haters. Girls, who thought that Dom would be better off with someone older, wiser, more versed in the ways of the world than Letty who, 'lets by honest sweetie is really too young for him'. Someone, in point of fact, just like them.

She didn't care, the opinions of skanks and brain dead fluff mattered very little to her. Besides Dom had already made it quite clear where his affection lay. It wasn't just the public displays of affection, which were frequent, or the way he always like to have her close, within touching distance if possible, actual touching was better. All those were good indications that he was serious, the admission of love after only six weeks of dating had been a better one. And once he'd told her he didn't seem to want to stop.

There were however a few ex's in the wood work, girls that Dominic Toretto had almost been serious about. Though all paled in comparison to her, a fact he delighted in telling her even though it made her go an unattractive shade of tomato red. But from time to time one or other of these ex's would put in an appearance and would laugh and joke about the good old times. And when introduced to Letty would make comments of the 'she's so sweet' variety.

Letty was not sweet, she'd always considered it one of her best personality traits. Mia was the sweet one, Letty was spicy. Hot and fiery and quite likely to blow up and take your head off with little to no warning.

Which was precisely what she did with a pretty red haired girl named Anna Cavanaugh. She had bright green eyes, soft creamy skin and an expression that said it was past Letty's bed time and she should just run along and leave the grownups play.

Later Letty would say it was all down to bad timing. Mia had just broken up with her boyfriend and was looking to Letty for support, Letty herself was PMSing, she'd also just found out that her father's latest tore of duty was being extended and to top it all off she had a massive French assignment due in on Monday. In a state like that it wouldn't have taken much to push her over the edge.

In fact all it took was red headed Anna wrapping herself around one of Dom's arms and saying coyly as she looked at Letty, "She is sweet Dom, wherever did you find her? The candy store?"

Letty had exploded. Quite literally gone off like a rocket. She had grabbed one of the redhead's arms and physically dragged her off of Dom. She had then shoved the girl, who stumbled in four inch heels, away and snarled, "Keep your hands off of him."

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Anna had shrieked, her green eyes narrowing like those of a cat faced with a bath.

"That dosen't matter! He's what matters," Letty had roared back while pointing a finger back towards Dom. "And he, he's mine!"

Dom had smirked at that, as if Letty talking as if she owned him hadn't bother him at all. Mia said later that it probably hadn't and, if anything, knowing her brother he'd probably really rather liked it. What he had liked less was the sight of Cavanaugh recovering her balance and lunging at Letty.

"You little bitch!" She'd screeched as her palm connected with Letty's cheek.

Dom, Vince and even Mia had already been moving before the sound of skin hitting skin had faded. It was a good thing too as it took the combined efforts of both males to drag Letty from her decimated advisory, helped or possibly hindered by Mia. Later Vince would swear blind that he'd seen the younger Toretto pulling on fistfuls of whisky coloured curls. He'd would also swear that Letty was damned lucky she hadn't put the red head in hospital. Letty would responded that if they hadn't interrupted then she would have and Mia would say that it would have served the redhead right.

Dom had said nothing, just smiled and pulled Letty closer. And laughed at her complaint that she never got to beat anyone up anymore as all those racer chasers were too scared to get near him. He'd never bothered to point out that it was her they were afraid of not him, he kind of figured she already knew.

(A/N) Sorry for the long wait, but I've been under the weather for a while, I'll try not to keep you all waiting so long again. Having said that my Muse is a tempestuous thing and I never know if or when the ideas will come, never mind how many they'll be. Still, keep the Dotty love alive.

Lamanth xx