Author's Note: How many years has it been since I've even looked at this story? I must tell you, I was fifteen when I wrote this, and now I'm almost nineteen. I know that my absence has affected the readers that once enjoyed my work. To those of you, I must sincerely apologize. The past few years have been very rough for my family and I, and I lost my passion for writing for a very long time. A little older and wiser, I have decided to continue My Hero in the hopes of bringing closure to the story. I cannot promise my chapters will come quickly, I intend to put forth an effort I never have before. I also attend college and work part-time, so time will be a limiting factor. For those of you that have never read this story, feel free to contact me for the previous chapters. I will also post the link to where my work is also hosted. I will begin this chapter from the point at which I left off on of "My Hero"

Dom and Letty have been through quiet a lot in the past few years. Dom's father died, and Dom went to jail, while Letty fought to get through each day. Vince had made friends with Leon, and the team became a small family once Dom returned home. Deciding to get into the street racing world, Dom made arrangements with Johnny Tran to rebuild a Mazda RX-7. However, their deal went sour after Dom made the mistake of sleeping with his sister, Danielle. Though it was hard, Letty forgave Dom, and they eagerly began to entertain the thought of street racing.

Dom's POV

I heard the gunshot over the sonorous thumping of the stereo, and I jumped. All around me, people turned their heads back and forth, trying to figure out the source of the noise. It had come from outside. One of the neighbor's dogs was barking as I grabbed my handgun from the top of the closet. Peering out from behind the curtain of the window next to the door, I saw Johnny and Lance in the street. Johnny was leaned up against his bike; cool and composed. Lance was more anxious, pacing back and forth before he let off another round into the air. "V!" I hollered, "Leon! Get out here!"

They were by my side quickly, and I slowly rose to open the door. Johnny's face cracked with an icy smile as I stepped outside. "Toretto," he laughed, "heard you were at the race tonight." Lance shifted from one foot to the other, clearly aching to fight.

"What's it to you?" I asked with a shrug of my shoulders. Vince was on my right, his eyes swinging from Johnny to me.

"I told you not to show your face there, Toretto." He stood up now, his leather jacket squeaking slightly. I held my ground firmly; I was going to let him intimidate me like he did everyone else.

"Fuck you, Tran!" I shouted, "You're nothing but a little rich asshole trying to scare people." His jaw clenched tightly, and then he smiled before he turned toward me. I saw his fist flinch, and I knew he was about to make a move, but I was too quick for him. Before his hand could connect with my face, I pulled the gun from the back of my pants and pushed it against his temple.

"Make a fucking move," I goaded him, pushing the barrel into his scalp, "make me have to splatter your brains all over your own crotch rocket." His breathing increased, sweat beaded on his forehead.

"You're gonna regret this, Toretto!" he spat at me. Before he could say anything else, I pushed him forward, and he stumbled before he regained his balance.

"Stay the fuck in Chinatown, Tran!" I yelled, as we watched them scramble onto their bikes. The little engines whistled loudly as they took off down the street and disappeared. Vince sighed loudly, and we all turned and walked back inside the house. Letty was perched at the end of the sofa, her eyes widening as we stepped into the room.

"Thank God," she said as she threw herself into my arms, gripping the back of my bald head in one palm, "What the fuck did they want?"

"Wanted to tell me not to go to the races anymore," I replied, taking the beer Leon offered me.

"What did you say?" she asked, settling herself across my lap as I sat down.

"I told them to fuck off," I laughed. My hand traced down the curve of her jaw; God, how beautiful my Letty was.

"When is the next race?"

"Wednesday night," I answered.

"I want to go," she smiled, her grin somewhat mischievous.