"D-Dom?"
-*-
Letty took a step back from him, but he wasn't about to let her get away this time. He grabbed her by the arms as quick as his large form would let him and pulled her into a hard, desperate kiss.
They kissed for a long moment, urgently, with tongues and teeth and lips all combined until Letty realized what this could lead to, what she had been trying to avoid, and she pulled away, slapping him across the face. He should've been glad that she was too dazed from the lip-lock to have actually punched him.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?!" she barked.
"Who the fuck do I think I am? I think I'm the dumbfuck who's been looking for your ass for the last couple days!" he growled back, slamming her door shut behind him, taking a few more steps toward her. "You're in trouble, Letty, let me fuckin' help you!"
"I don't need your help, Dom! I don't need you. And obviously, you don't need me, since you up and left me so damned easy!"
She turned away from him, scowling at the floor, crossing her arms over the chest.
Dom sighed. "It wasn't like that. The cops were comin', Letty. I wasn't gonna put you through that again. I had uprooted you too many times before. I wasn't about to do it again!"
"Ride or fuckin' die, Dominic!" bellowed Letty, turning back around and shoving him, hard. "That means I got your back, you got mine, forever, remember? No matter what dumbasses come to fuck up our lives, we stick together. Why the fuck did that change suddenly?!"
"Because you got hurt during the heist after Race Wars! And when I saw that, I couldn't fuckin' risk you again! Not again!"
"I was fine! Who the hell are you to tell me how to live my life?!"
"I was worried about you! You were in the hospital down in Mexico for two weeks! Your ribs were broken, your ankle was sprained, you were…broken, Letty! And it was my fault!"
"That doesn't mean I'm just gonna run! Not from you, Dom, never from you!"
Dom sighed. "I know. That's why I want to help you now!"
"Why are you pushin' this so fuckin' hard, Dom?!"
"Because I still fuckin' love you!"
"Oh yeah, you sonuvabitch?!"
"Yeah!"
"Well, I still love you too!"
They both stopped, suddenly, and the room was silent. They just stared at each other for a pregnant moment, and then they were together, kissing, wrapped around each other like a vine around a tree-trunk. She felt their teeth clacking together, but she opened her mouth and their tongues tangled. She could feel his brawny hands pulling her tank-top off and tossing it away.
Then one of those hands snaked under her bottom, holding her up as he carried her to the bed, the other stroking a swollen apple of flesh beneath her bra.
The sound of zippers unzipping and fabric tearing could be heard as more clothes were thrown to the swallowing shadows of the dark room as he laid her on the bed, his large form shadowing her smaller one.
It had been so long, and as she watched his perfect body hovering over hers, she knew what was coming next. She could see it in his eyes, that he needed her as much as she needed him. She wanted to feel him connected to her in a way only they could comprehend, physically and emotionally.
He knew her body better than anyone except perhaps herself.
He pulled her close to him and…
-*-
That was definitely Toretto's car.
Ortega's minion had seen it at the garage when they'd been shooting up the place. He had to wonder if his boss had seen it too. But he saw Toretto's car in front of a hotel on Harajuku street and he was curious. So he climbed out of his cab, told him to wait, and went to investigate.
He went inside and up to the desk, ringing the bell, wanting someone to answer him. A scrawny Asian man came up to him and asked him what he could do for him. He asked about the car out front and the man replied that the owner of that car had just arrived not more than a half an hour ago.
What would Toretto being doing here if he was out looking for Ortiz?
Then a thought hit him.
He asked if any new guests had checked into the hotel that day.
Retsu Katsumoto.
Gotcha.
He told the man that he was the woman's brother and that he needed the number to her room right away.
The man must've figured they looked similar enough and handed him a scrap of paper. He grinned and went outside, back to his cab, and told the driver where to take him.
-*-
Vince and Leon were at the hotel bar when Mia and Brian found them. They were drinking Coronas and talking about what Dom and Letty could be doing if by chance she actually happened not to kick Dom out.
Brian was grinning when he sat down next to them. "If you two had a bet on whether or not Letty was gonna kick Dom out, whoever picked 'yes' loses."
Leon and Vince both looked at him and then Leon scowled and handed Vince a $20. The other man grinned and pocketed the cash and then looked at Brian.
"Hey, thanks a lot, buster. You're not half bad. So everything is going pretty good then?" Vince waggled his eyebrows at them.
"Good?" Mia asked, sitting down. "I'd say amazing. I could hear them all the way down the hall. I told Brian I needed to vacate immediately to keep my psyche in one piece. I love my brother but the thought of him in any sexual situation, even with Letty…it's a little much."
"Oh, and like the thought of you with the buster over here didn't make Dom wanna knock a few heads together?" Leon asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
Mia grinned. "I never said it didn't."
"So, Mr. Buster," Vince asked. "Dom tells us you and Mia are gettin' serious. Guess she don't care that you're a cop, huh?"
"Not a cop, anymore. Gave it up to save Dom. Then the FBI roped me in. Gave that up, too, to save Dom. Guess I'm just a guy, now. Maybe even part of the team?"
Vince and Leon looked at each other, then smirked at Brian. "Yeah. Maybe," Vince murmured.
Brian grinned back and shook his hand. "How about I buy you two guys a drink, huh?"
"Well, now, that sounds like something someone from the team would do," Vince added, grinning wide.
Brian bought the next round.
-*-
Ortega was not in a good mood. All of this searching, all of this killing, and they still hadn't found that damned Ortiz girl. She was like a ghost, vanishing. No matter where they went, where they searched for her, she was nowhere. They had gone to every single one of her old hang-outs and nothing.
Now they were at the drift garage. It was late afternoon so it was empty and he wondered if he came back tonight when the drifters were here if he'd find her. If she'd be here.
He doubted it.
He turned in his spot when he saw a cab pull up and one of his men stepped out. He looked pleased with himself and Ortega swore if he led him to another dead end, he'd gut him with his own fingernails.
"Jefe, I have good news! I found her!" the man called and Ortega raised a skeptical eyebrow at him.
"Oh? And how do you figure?"
"I saw Toretto's car in front of a hotel. All of your sources have told us that Toretto has been coming to all of the same spots as we have, looking for the girl. So why would be at a hotel if all of his energy was going into finding her? Then I thought, what if the girl is there. So I asked if any new guests had checked in—"
"Get on with it!"
"Right, of course. So I asked and they said a Retsu Katsumoto had checked in."
"Katsumoto? That is the name of the man I killed. And Retsu…isn't that the name of the woman that the Katsumoto boy had been dating? The one murdered by Yakuza?"
"Yes!"
Ortega pondered this for a moment and then smirked. "The Katsumoto boy is helping her."
His man nodded and held out a scrap of paper. "The number to her hotel room, sir."
Ortega smirked and snatched the paper from him, looking down at it. This was it. This was his ticket to finally destroying the last piece of evidence against Braga and his cartel. This was his ticket to ridding himself of the worry that was Leticia Ortiz. He looked at the man.
"Get me my satellite phone."
-*-
Dom lay on his back, one arm under his head, the other wrapped around Letty. She was on her side, watching him with half-lidded eyes.
How many times had they done it now? Four? Five? He'd lost count, just enraptured by the feel of her body against his once more.
But now they were relaxing, taking a breather from their lovemaking, just letting the world around them sooth them for a little while.
Dom decided now was when he needed to tell Letty about Johnson.
"The man who set you up in Witness Protection is worried about you," he murmured, his fingers stroking up and down her bare shoulder. He heard Letty snort and he sighed.
"So? What good has he done for me? He sent me here and shortly afterward, Han died. And then, Braga's organization found out where I was. Obviously, he's not doing his job," grumbled Letty.
"I met with him. He asked me to take you to him. He wants to protect you, Letty."
"Protect me?" she sat up. "He should've started doing that from the beginning!"
"Letty, listen to me," Dom said, softly, sitting up with her, placing his hands on her shoulders, gently, and looking into her eyes. "He told me if you cooperated and everyone got out of this shithole alive…he'd let us leave together, Letty. He'd let you be Leticia Ortiz again and he'd give us a headstart to run. To get as far away as we can. He agreed to give us our life back."
Letty's eyes widened and then she grew silent, placing her small hands on his arms, looking down at the bedsheets.
Agent Johnson was going to let them leave? Couldn't that be dangerous to his career? He could get fired for letting fugitives loose like that.
Just like Brian had for letting Dom run.
She looked at Dom and frowned, before hugging him. "Can we just not talk about this right now? I'm ready for another round."
He sighed but grinned a little. "You never get tired of it."
"Hell no."
He laughed. "Okay then."
-*-
Ortega's phone was brought to him and malicious glee filled his entire being. As he dialed the number, he knew he was close. He could almost feel her blood dripping through his fingers. Beautiful.
The phone was ringing, a wonderful sound in his ear.
It rang for a long while and he wondered, absently, if hotel phones had answering machines.
Then finally, the beautiful click of her answering the phone.
He let out a hellish chuckle and murmured, "Hello, Letty."
-*-
After their six or seventh time, Letty didn't really know, she and Dom had spent up their energy finally and decided to go to sleep.
It was about half an hour into her slumber that the phone began to ring.
Letty opted to ignore it in favor of dreaming of Dom and her doing what she was sure they would once they awakened full of energy again.
However, the phone continued to ring and it did not stop. Letty finally relented and, careful not to stir Dom, she sat up and answered it.
"Hello?"
There was a frightening chuckle on the other end.
Letty furrowed her brow. "Who is this?"
"Hello, Letty."
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AN: I know its short, but there is a lemon in this chapter that I needed to remove to make it a less potential target for flagging and therefore removing by . If you want the chapter WITH the lemon, email me at the email provided on my profile page and I will send it to you. Also, if you don't want to go through the hassle of emailing, just wait a while and the full chapter with lemon will be posted on the quarter_mile community on LiveJournal. However, I've so far only posted the prologue on that comm. so that might take a while. That's all! Enjoy!
Last few chapters beta'd by MoonchilDJ