Chapter 13: Worry

Meanwhile… Upstairs in the kitchen…

"I cannot believe it," Leon said to Letty, passing her a bowl of chips and heading over to the fridge for some more Coronas. Letty nodded her head slowly, her stomach churning softly at the thought of Mia's confession getting to the ears of Dom, who was currently too drunk to even process that she had just blurted out that Matty was pregnant.

She leaned against the counter and began to take in deep breaths. She knew that she had to tackle this head on before it got any worse. "I'm pregnant," she whispered, hanging her head softly. Leon let the door of the fridge close slowly, staring at her wide-eyed. "Tell me you're fucking with me," he said.

She shook her head and looked up at him. "Sorry but there will be no more fucking. All of this shit is happening because we started fucking each other in the first place." He placed the beer bottles on the table and walked outside to the garage, leaving her alone in the kitchen. She followed suite moments after, a sour taste in her mouth.

Letty found Leon pacing in the garage, muttering quietly to himself. She sat down in an old car seat that they had pulled out from a beat up Honda Civic that they were repairing on the side. "Dom doesn't know yet. Mia found out and Matty took the heat until I decided what to do," she said.

He stopped pacing and faced her, a bewildered look on his face. "What do you mean until you decide what to do? There's nothing to decide. It's Dom's and that's final!" He yelled, leaning over a workbench and gripping on the edge of it.

"Have you forgotten that you and Dom look nothing alike Leon? What if this kid comes out with green eyes? Huh? How do I explain that to him?" She said, shaking her head nervously. "Tell him some great grandmother had green eyes or some shit, but the fact that me and you fucked can't get out, Letty. I will not let my life get ruined for a simple fuck," he said.

Letty stood up and glared at him. "A simple fuck, Leon? That's all it was?" She said, turning and heading for the door. "Letty," he whispered, but it was too late. She was already running towards the house.

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Vince reached underneath Matty's ass and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around him and threw her arms around his neck. He walked them over to the bed and sat down with her still around him.

Vince pulled away from her embrace and breathed in deeply. "As the mature adult out of the two," he said, while Matty arched an eyebrow, "one day. A whole 24 hours Matty and I'll stay shut. You spend 24 hours with me and I won't tell a soul." She looked down at him, not believing that it was that easy. "That's it?" She asked.

He nodded and ran his hand over her chest, pressing on her nipples. Matty arched her back and moaned slightly. "That's it," he said, looking down at his lap and at the erection that sat there. He looked up at her and found her staring back at him. In her eyes Vince saw an uncertainty that lied that there and Matty read fear in his.

As they bent down for one last kiss, Letty burst through the door and stopped short. "Sorry," she mumbled and ran away, but not before Matty caught sight of her tear streaked face. "Go get her," Vince mumbled, palming another breast and motioned for the door. Moments later they heard an engine start and a car pull off. Matty climbed off of V and grabbed her keys.

"I need a cold shower and some sleep. Don't forget about your 24," he said, standing up from the bed and walking out the door. Matty exited the room and stared off after him as he walked into his room with a swagger that only he could pull off. She ran out of the house and jumped into her car, tire marks in her place.

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Hours later…

Letty walked into the house, her reddened eyes announcing the amount of distress she had been in over the last couple of hours. The house was pitch black and it was messy. Beer bottles were everywhere and it looked like Mia wasn't sober enough to start kicking people's asses for the mess.

She made her way up the stairs and into her and Dom's bedroom, where he was stretched out in the middle of bed. "Letty," he whispered, as she stepped into the room. "Yeah," she replied, stripping out of her clothes and climbing into the bed. "Where'd you go?"

"The house was too crowded so I went for a drive. I ended up back at the garage and I fell asleep out on the couch in the back room," she whispered, snuggling into her pillow. "Oh. Matty went out looking for you. Did you see her?" Letty pulled up the sheets to her chin and took in a deep breath. "No, Dom. Her car's not in the driveway or in the street. So she's probably out with her friends from the hood or something. Now go to sleep," she muttered, not giving it a second thought.

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Vince climbed out of bed with a major hangover headache from the sunshine that was coming in through the window. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand that read 12 o'clock in the afternoon. That house was silent, meaning that everyone else was still knocked out. He smiled softly at himself thinking about what today meant. Matty had to dedicate a whole 24 hours to him.

He walked out of his bedroom still dressed just in his boxers and made his way towards her bedroom, intending to wake her up, piss her off and leave once again, but to his surprise she wasn't home. Her bedroom was exactly how they had left it yesterday and nothing looked undisturbed.

Vince walked up to the living room and glanced out the window. Her car wasn't there. "Breakfast or shopping or whatever the fuck girls do so early in the morning," he muttered to himself and he headed into the kitchen for the phone. He dialed her cell phone and was sent straight to voicemail. He began to worry.

He climbed the stairs two at a time and pounded down Dom and Letty's door. A few moments later the door was yanked open and Dom stared at Vince furiously. "What the fuck is it?" He growled.

"Did Letty see Matt last night?" He asked. Dom shook his head and rubbed at his eyes. "Well I just thought you should know that her car's not here, she hasn't come home since she left and I called her phone and I keep getting her voicemail," Vince informed him.

Dom shrugged his shoulders and sighed. "And?" He replied. "What do you mean and? It's 12 o'clock, Dom. She's been gone for a long time, even for her. You know that when daylight breaks she always comes home." Dom glanced at his friend and noticed that he was totally serious and truthfully worried about her. He recognized a spark of something in Vince's eye and took it to be genuine care.

"I'll get my pants."