Dom's POV
I couldn't keep a smile off my face as Jeese continued telling us of the adrenaline high you got from street racing and how addicting it was. Mia kept giving me warning glances that just screamed 'don't you even fuckin think about it'. I would just give her a little grin and avert my attention once again to the fountain of information that was sitting on the other end of the table. "All these engines are just....just...amazing," he finished, a faraway look in his eyes. Mia glanced around the table and rose to collect the dishes. Letty helped her and the rest of us took our beers and walked into the living room.
"Well thank yall so much for dinner, but I really better get going. Gotta get up early for work," Jeese said, taking his beanie off and running a hand through his tousled hair.
"Where you workin at, dawg?" Leon asked, his toothpick swirling between his lips as he spoke.
"Over at the video shop," he answered, replacing his cap.
"You should be workin for me, putting your talent to use," I told him. Letty and Mia had walked back into the room. Of course, Letty cocked an eyebrow at this. What? Did I have to consult her about everything?
"I'll think about it," he replied giving me a wry little grin. He thanked us all once again and then left. Leon left a few moments later and Vince said goodnight and went down to the basement where he had basically lived for the last few years. Obviously, they knew something I didn't.
"Don't do it, Dom," Mia said from the couch.
"And why not?" I asked, turning towards her. Great another fight, all I needed. Letty walked into the bathroom, looked like she was holding her stomach. Food must have not settled right.
"Because it's dangerous, you'll end up getting picked up by the cops, and we don't have the money to be paying fines right now," she said matter-of- factly.
"We'll talk about this tomorrow," I sighed and began climbing the stairs. She mumbled something under her breath, but I was too tired to care. The toilet flushed and I heard the door open. Letty walked out and whispered a goodnight to Mia. I reached the top of the stairs and heard a cry from Mia. Fuck! What now? I stalked down a few steps and then saw Letty in a heap on the floor. Mia was crouched over her shaking her frantically. Running down the stairs, I flew to her side and exhaled when Letty's eyelids flickered slowly open.
"What happened?" she asked drowsily.
"You fainted." Mia helped her sit up. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just a little light-headed," Letty replied, trying to stand.
"Here, baby, let me help you," I told her and scooped her up into my arms. Her head slumped against my shoulder as I carried her up the stairs. She must be dehydrated, I assured myself and called for Mia to bring up a bottle of water. Laying her down on the bed, I told her to take slow sips of the water. About ten mintues later, Letty fell asleep, tellign me she was fine and that she just needed rest. Not knowing what to do, I let her sleep and began undressing her. I pulled her shirt and bra up and over her head and then began taking of her jeans. While my fingers fought with the buttons, I noticed a small curve under her belley button. Damn Mia's cooking, it was good, but way too unhealthy.
Once she was finally in a long shirt, I stripped down to my boxers and climbed into bed beside her. I cuddled my body against her back, letting my face nestle into her wonderful smelling hair. My eyes burned when I shut them, but finally, sleep overcame me.
I couldn't keep a smile off my face as Jeese continued telling us of the adrenaline high you got from street racing and how addicting it was. Mia kept giving me warning glances that just screamed 'don't you even fuckin think about it'. I would just give her a little grin and avert my attention once again to the fountain of information that was sitting on the other end of the table. "All these engines are just....just...amazing," he finished, a faraway look in his eyes. Mia glanced around the table and rose to collect the dishes. Letty helped her and the rest of us took our beers and walked into the living room.
"Well thank yall so much for dinner, but I really better get going. Gotta get up early for work," Jeese said, taking his beanie off and running a hand through his tousled hair.
"Where you workin at, dawg?" Leon asked, his toothpick swirling between his lips as he spoke.
"Over at the video shop," he answered, replacing his cap.
"You should be workin for me, putting your talent to use," I told him. Letty and Mia had walked back into the room. Of course, Letty cocked an eyebrow at this. What? Did I have to consult her about everything?
"I'll think about it," he replied giving me a wry little grin. He thanked us all once again and then left. Leon left a few moments later and Vince said goodnight and went down to the basement where he had basically lived for the last few years. Obviously, they knew something I didn't.
"Don't do it, Dom," Mia said from the couch.
"And why not?" I asked, turning towards her. Great another fight, all I needed. Letty walked into the bathroom, looked like she was holding her stomach. Food must have not settled right.
"Because it's dangerous, you'll end up getting picked up by the cops, and we don't have the money to be paying fines right now," she said matter-of- factly.
"We'll talk about this tomorrow," I sighed and began climbing the stairs. She mumbled something under her breath, but I was too tired to care. The toilet flushed and I heard the door open. Letty walked out and whispered a goodnight to Mia. I reached the top of the stairs and heard a cry from Mia. Fuck! What now? I stalked down a few steps and then saw Letty in a heap on the floor. Mia was crouched over her shaking her frantically. Running down the stairs, I flew to her side and exhaled when Letty's eyelids flickered slowly open.
"What happened?" she asked drowsily.
"You fainted." Mia helped her sit up. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just a little light-headed," Letty replied, trying to stand.
"Here, baby, let me help you," I told her and scooped her up into my arms. Her head slumped against my shoulder as I carried her up the stairs. She must be dehydrated, I assured myself and called for Mia to bring up a bottle of water. Laying her down on the bed, I told her to take slow sips of the water. About ten mintues later, Letty fell asleep, tellign me she was fine and that she just needed rest. Not knowing what to do, I let her sleep and began undressing her. I pulled her shirt and bra up and over her head and then began taking of her jeans. While my fingers fought with the buttons, I noticed a small curve under her belley button. Damn Mia's cooking, it was good, but way too unhealthy.
Once she was finally in a long shirt, I stripped down to my boxers and climbed into bed beside her. I cuddled my body against her back, letting my face nestle into her wonderful smelling hair. My eyes burned when I shut them, but finally, sleep overcame me.