Part III
A/N: So this part is set 7 months after the last part. Flashbacks are in italics, loves!
"I know all about your beautiful wife." Hernan Reyes sneered at Dom as he sat in a chair across from him.
"She's my wife only in name. I don't even know where she is." Dom responded evenly trying to hide the flutter in the pit of his stomach.
"No? Well what about the adorable Isabella?"
"I never wanted kids. Where ever my 'wife' is with her brat is none of my concern. I'm a man of the world. I can't be tied down." Dom responded, his trigger finger itching to put a bullet in his head.
"Enough about my personal life. This is business. The Mata's have been more than fair, but you continue to pose a problem."
"A problem? Rio and La Favela belong to me. Tell the Mata's if they wish to push, I will push back." Reyes warned, leaning forward into his chair, resting his arms on his desk.
"Who are you talking to? You think you have a choice?" Dom asked, remaining tolerant in his seat.
Reyes began to chuckle low in his throat and eyed Dom with smug arrogance.
"I'm talking to the man who was born of the beautiful Isabelle Mata, known in death as Isabelle Toretto. I know all about your sister and her husband and all the time you spent meeting in secret with your wife and her 'brat'. I also know that you are the nephew of the Mata Brother's and that you have a lot to lose. Please, don't insult my intelligence or my reach." Reyes almost shouted as Dom stared at him blankly.
"You aren't so bright. If you were smart, you'd know that if what you're saying is true, you'll be dead before I get home to my 'Uncles'. The fact that you know this lets me know that you're not only a business roadblock, but you've become a danger to me and mine. I don't do well with threats."
"Well it seems we are at an impasse."
"No, we're not. I assumed your arrogance would dig your grave during this meeting. As we speak, my men are counting all the money you've hidden in safe house in the Favela." Dom replied, looking into the man's eyes as they widened with Dom's knowledge.
"Oh, yea, we know where your money is. And let me tell you, for a man who 'owns' La Favela, the people were all too willing to help the nephew of the Mata Brothers. You, apparently, were replaceable."
"There's no way! I have Rio in my palm." He sneered, standing in anger as he fumed.
"And my Uncles have Rio in their hearts. Your hold has been removed. I bet you can guess where that leaves you in this?" Dom spoke, standing slowly to tower over the man.
"Sonofabitch!" Reyes roared, reaching for his gun and aiming it at Dom but he was slow in draw. Dom had his gun in his hand and two bullets fired before he could pull the trigger.
As Hernan Reyes fell to the floor, gasping for air, Dom stood over him with his weapon aimed at his head.
"You never should have mentioned my wife and my daughter. There's no way you can keep breathing." Dom informed, pulling the trigger and emptying his clip into Reyes' body.
His hand shook as he lowered the weapon, his jaw tensing as he shook off the horror of what he'd just done.
He pulled his phone from his jacket and made a call.
"It's done. I need an update on Letty and Bella. He knew about them and I need to make sure they're okay. Uncle, I need the information yesterday."
Dom sat on his porch on a remote island off the coast of Nicaragua staring out as a boat approached carrying his wife, daughter and siblings. He'd been hidden away for 7 months, dead to anyone who cared.
His head, slick and bald, shined in the sunny tropical sun, but the goatee on his face was new, helping him remain inconspicuous. 12 miles from the mainland was enough so that he could enjoy life with his loved ones, but far enough that he would see trouble coming for miles away.
His stomach flip flopped as he watched the boat get nearer, the bodies of three adults made out in the distance.
After prying his sobbing daughter out of his arms that last morning, he vowed to never separate from her no matter what. The look in her big brown eyes alone had broken his heart, and Letty's chaste kiss as she scurried off with the toddler in her arms hurt him to the core.
The plan had gone off, for the most part, without a hitch. He had gone to a meeting with a group of men who technically did not exist and all that was recovered from him had been bloody clothes, and a note that warned the Feds of sending their narcs to do their dirty work. There was no body recovered, obviously, and no hint as to who the note had come from in the letter.
The Feds were without any real motive, since Dom hadn't been clear about who had it out for him and when the objects had been received by Hobbs and his team, they'd been forced to throw his file in the 'Cold Case' cabinet, knowing that if the Mata brothers had anything to do with it, there was no evidence and they'd never find a body.
Dom had been whisked away within moments of walking into the building and had been placed on the island to play dead ever since.
He didn't allow himself to communicate with anyone, or make any moves to leave the island except to get things he needed from the mainland until the rouse back in the States was believed beyond doubt to be the truth.
Letty, he heard from his Uncles, had played the part a little too well, sorrow so deep in her face that God himself would have believed him dead.
Dom knew this was because being without him caused her deep distress and he was glad that in a few moments, he would be her permanent shadow.
Now that Letty was leaving the States to live near her family in 'Puerto Rico', no one would look for the grieving widow and her bastard child.
Letty sat in a chair in front of a crowd of people as they made comments and told warm stories about her husband. In the back of her mind, she knew it was all a lie, but she still couldn't shake the eerie pain in the pit of her stomach at the notion that this could very well be her reality.
Everyone who had ever known them had known how intertwined they were. It was no secret that she and Dom were a force to be reckoned with, regardless of appearance and stature.
She felt almost ashamed that she had to allow their friends and family to pour out their deepest condolences as well as their sincerest stories as a penance to try to comfort her.
Sadly, it helped in her longing. She missed her husband so dearly that the thought of him away was almost as though he were dead. She knew they weren't in the clear, so she knew that there was a possibility that this could be real.
She smirked despite herself when Hector and Edwin went up together, both men trying to hold each other up. She smiled as best she could at them as they made eye contact, giving them the courage to get through the speech that they'd prepared.
After the entire thing was over, she and Bella had to accept many hugs and whispers or condolences and gratitude for having known her husband.
When it was all said and done, the memories that Dom had shared with these people sat in the forefront of her mind and she found solace in them. Knowing things about her husband that she never had, and understanding what he really meant to people was astonishing.
She knew him to be an amazing person, who had made a plethora of bad decisions but it was wonderful to know that these people had seen more in him than muscle and confidence.
Sighing as she looked at Bella asleep in the bed they once shared and kids and then as wild and crazy adults, she couldn't wait to get her hands on his body again, and feel his heartbeat in his chest.
Dom watched as the boat docked as he stood in front of his family, a bright grin marring his face.
"You look like an old man!" Mia hollered down, linking hands with Brian as they waited for the boat to be tied down.
He didn't pay her any attention, instead his eyes focused on Letty as she sat with their daughter, sleepily wrapped around her. As Brian got out, and helped Mia out, Dom stepped forward to receive his sleeping beauty from his wife's arms.
As she stood to hand her over, Dom noticed her rounded and extended stomach, a gasp tumbling from his throat before he had a chance to catch it. Quickly handing Bella over to Brian, he grabbed Letty and pulled her into a possessive hug, squeezing his eyes at the emotions that flooded.
"You're pregnant?" he groaned, his heart soaring as his heart was reunited with the possibility of his family expanding.
"Either that or I'm really full." She joked, hugging him back. "We're due in two months."
He didn't say anything as he eyed Mia and Brian behind Letty's back as he pulled her into another powerful hug.
He pulled back enough to press his lips into hers, moaning into her mouth as he deepened the kiss, memorizing the sweetness of her taste.
"I missed you so much, Letty. Only you could ever know." He watched as Mia and Brian smiled at him as Bella began to stir, lifting her head to look around. When her eyes landed on Dom, her face lit up like Christmas.
"I missed you too, Papa." Letty smiled, her eyes shining with unshed tears.
"Papi!" Bella screamed, kicking to get out of her uncle's arms and into her father's.
"Whoa, Bella. Hold on there. We're by water." Brian laughed, walking her over to Dom as she threw herself at him.
"Hey Bella, baby. How's Papi's favorite girl?"
"Daddy you look like Uncle V." She giggled, tugging at his beard.
"You don't like it, Bella?" he asked. She shook her head no, causing Dom to groan as though his feelings were hurt.
As he grabbed Letty's hand and walked them towards their home, she leaned into his side.
"I like the beard, it's turning me on." She admitted, reaching her hand around to rub then squeeze a butt cheek.
"Turned on, she says." He smirked, leaning down to kiss his daughter.
After long talks and a barbecue, they filled him in on how everything had gone down after his presumed murder.
He found out that the Feds had raided his Uncles' house, but of course they came up empty, and that all of their friends from LA had attended their funeral. He was touched that Hector and Edwin had honored him by speaking at his service, and had vowed their loyalty to everything he had stood for.
He learned that everyone he ever came across that he considered a friend or acquaintance had believed him a good man, comparing him to his late father and promising that Letty and Bella would never want for anything; LA was their home if they wanted to stay.
"We should talk." Dom smiled, closing the door to their bedroom as he sifted his fingers through her hair, pulling it back and off of her as he stood behind her.
"Well, this" she gestured to her stomach, "Was all you're handy work in Brazil. You were pretty damn ambitious that night."
"Yea, I was missin' you like crazy. I couldn't get into you deep enough that night." He recalled, remembering the way his movements forced her all over the mattress.
"Yea, my back hurt for three days afterwards." She smirked, sitting down with a heavy sigh as he kneeled in front of her to rub her feet.
"I'm sorry I wasn't with you."
"I know it's not your fault, or your desire. Don't apologize. You're stuck with me forever now."
"That's not long enough."
"Sorry to hear that, Dominic Mata." She teased, watching as he rolled his eyes.
"To strangers? Yes. To my wife? I'm Toretto." He advised, causing her to nod slowly in acceptance.
"I will admit, it was hard playing your widow and finding out I was pregnant. It was really stressful for a while. The doctors weren't sure the pregnancy would go to term." She confided, watching as his eyes roved her over before going back to her face.
"You're the strongest person I know, Letty. I'm grateful that you took care of my kids and yourself until I could get you back to me. I'm sorry I wasn't there to remove the burden."
"We all have our crosses to bare, Dom. It helped having Bella with me. She's great motivation. Not to mention, I sort of love you, so it helps." She smirked.
"Funny," he smiled, "So you're having my baby?" he grinned, pressing his fingers into the flesh of her feet as she nodded her head.
"How does Bella feel about it?"
"She's good I guess. She knows there's a sibling coming, but she's been more focused on when her daddy is coming home. Poor kid really loves you." She teased, sighing when he switched feet.
"And what about her mom?" He ventured, looking into her eyes as he realized she was really in front of him and carrying his baby.
"She's hopeless. Has been since she was 12."
"Oh?"
"Yea."
"Glad to hear, although sometimes I wonder why she never looked elsewhere."
"Because no matter what, you always loved me. You were always loyal to me. I could have found a nice man with no record, a nine to five and a white picket fence. But I like engines, and so does Bella." She smirked, "And so will Jr."
"A boy?" he perked, his face lighting up at the thought and then soaring as she smiled and nodded her head.
"You get your son. 'Toretto' shall live on." She laughed as he stood quickly, pulling her shirt over her head and kissing every place on her that he could get his mouth on.
When she was in front of him with nothing but her pants and bra, he unhooked the garment and pulled it from her body. His hands touched her everywhere, caressing over her breast and her stomach as his hands went to her pants, pulling them down her legs.
"I'm extremely horny these days, so don't tease me Dom." She growled, pulling his face to hers for a deep kiss.
"I love you. I love you so much I can't stand it sometimes." He admitted, kissing her with equal passion, matching her ferocity and her hunger.
"I love you too, Dom. Make love to me. I need you."
TBC…