This one is about Letty throwing Mia a bachelorette party. I had a lot of fun writing this I hope you all enjoy. I really appreciate all the people who constantly review. R&R and give me feedback. Love you guys as always. Xo.

"Letty promise me, no swear to me - no strippers," Mia told me with a very serious face.

I couldn't help but laugh at her. No strippers? What kind of bachelorette party is that?

She was getting married in two days and is stressed out of her mind. She tried to play it all cool and nonchalant but I could see through it, she is scared shitless and in major control freak mode - after all she was Dom's sister, they both had that annoying trait.

"Mia, please relax. I think I see your forehead creases are getting forehead creases," I told her as soothingly as I could yet she only grimaced back at me.

"Seriously Letty, I'm not joking, promise me right now," She told me holding her ground.

"Fine, I promise as long as you promise me something - sleep tonight, someone told me one time that it's supposed to be really good for you," I told her half heartedly, she meekly smiled back.

"I'll try, I'll see you tomorrow night," She told me while walking out the door before getting into her car and leaving.

I closed the front door before turning around to find Dom appearing out of thin air standing right in front of me with a creepy smile on his face.

"Nice try," I said, "You're going to have to try a lot harder if you're going to scare me."

"Don't worry, I'll get you back for yesterdays prank, the least moment you expect it, promise," He told me with a very cocky look on his face.

"I won't hold my breath," I told him before kissing him on the cheek and walking towards the fridge to grab two beers.

After I handed him his, I sat down on the couch waiting for him to join me.

"You know Let, we're getting old," He told me as he sighed before sitting next to me on the couch and snuggling me close towards him, I loved his proximity.

"Dom I'm 24, I think once I hit 30 I can start complaining, don't call me old, you'll regret it later tonight," I told him with a smirk on my face knowing he knew exactly what I meant.

"If we aren't old then how is Mia already getting married, she was playing Barbie's with you yesterday," He told me his eyes telling me he was very far away, in a nice memory.

"Well for starters, Mia played Barbie's while I pretended to care and waited till your Dad would tell us it's time to go down to the garage. And secondly she's getting married, yes it's a big step but we knew it was coming. We're grown up, not old but grown," I told him.

"I know you're right, it's just hard watching your little sister grow up I guess"

Moments like these reminded me why I loved Dom so much. It was the way he was a true man. To the appearance of others Dom was a ripped guy who owned the street race scene, liked to party hard and would never show you his feelings or emotions because he wasn't a pussy.

To me Dom was none of this.

When I talked he listened. And when he talked it wasn't always about cars and motors or parties and beers, it was of substance. In public he wouldn't feel me up like he would one of his skanks from his teenage years, he'd respect me. Yet he would always give me this look that let me know I was his and he was mine, and that was enough for me.

To everyone else Dom is seen as the coolest guy, the race guy, the winner, the friend. But to me Dom was just Dom, and I will never stop loving the idea of that, the idea of him.

"Dom, I know letting go is hard. But Mia is ready, and she'll be miles from the house in a house of her own, not in a different country. Besides not having her make you pancakes when you wake up, nothing else will change," I told him as I caressed his face.

"I really like her pancakes though...," He told me with a gleam in his eye of both sadness and acceptance.

I couldn't help but laugh he was such an idiot. My idiot.

I got on his lap and whispered in his ear, "I'll make you pancakes."

I could feel the goosebumps form on his arms as I told him those words before he leaned towards me and kissed me pushing back onto the couch with him on top of me.

I could feel his hands all over my body demanding my attention, demanding his affection while he continued kissing me. Nothing in this world could compare to this - well except sex.

"God, get a room."

I looked up from my lying position irritated to find Brian sipping his beer casually as he walked through the front door.

"This is a room, you could knock though," I told him as I unwillingly let Dom get off of me and sat upright on the couch fixing my pulled up shirt.

"I just came to pick Dom up to go see the club we are renting out for the bachelor party, I promise I come in peace," He told me holding up his hands as if it claimed his innocence.

"Yeah, whatever O'conner, just don't get Dom too drunk, he's a mean drunk," I told him while I smirked at Dom.

"You like it when I'm mean," He told me slapping my butt on the way to the door. I let it slide just because he was right, and he was leaving.

"No strippers!" I yelled out to both of them across the driveway watching them glance at each other before cracking up into simultaneous laughter.

"Yeah, Letty. Whatever you say," Brian said back to me as they got in his car and sped off.

"Mia, seriously relax, the limo is going to show up any second, deep breaths," I told a very stressed Mia that looked like she could really use a shot of vodka, or two, maybe three.

"You're right. I need to relax," She said looking up at me letting out a breath she had been holding. "By the way Letty, thank you for planning this whole thing. I know I haven't been the loveliest person to be around lately but thanks for putting up with me."

Right after she finished the Limo showed up and all the rest of Mia's friends who were still inside the house walked out whistling and hollering on their way into the limousine. Leaving Mia and I on the sidewalk.

"Hey Mi," I called her before getting onto the limo. "You're welcome, I love you, enjoy yourself tonight." She gave me a hug and then I got in the limo after her.

surprisingly the night started off great, even if I am stuck being chauffeured by a guy who clearly drives way to slow. I'd much rather be driving my car to the club, but Mia persisted, and this was her day after all.

After arriving Mia walked out with her sash in place and crown on her head. As stressed as she may have seemed a few hours ago right now she was totally in the moment and devouring every second of her spotlight rightfully. I swear she might start waving at the random people at the club as if she was an actual princess just because of her crown, only Mia, I thought to myself.

We found our way to the V.I.P. area that is reserved for us and settled down while we ordered drinks like our life depended on it.

Ten girly drinks later and I could feel myself getting a bit out of it, I didn't stop though I was having way too much fun, this only happened once in a lifetime for Mia right? May as well enjoy it.

The entire night consisted of dancing till every one at the bachelorette party took off all their heels and had them in hand as they whipped them in the air as if they where helicopter blades.

Seeing everyone having a good time reminded me what time it was, time for Mia's surprise.

I walked up to the bar and told the guy to bring out the huge cake.

Five minutes later after finally getting the attention of all ten girls and getting them to sit down I cued the guys on pulling out the enormous cake.

Mia's eyes went huge as she saw the monstrosity of the cake enveloping her vision. It was a simple three tier cake that that had the diameter of about three feet. It was hot pink, Mia's favorite color, and black. On the top layed a sexy mistress figure holding a man by the collar.

Everyone was super excited about the cake, so I encouraged Mia to cut it, waiting for the big reveal to happen.

As soon as Mia's knife layed hands with the top tier of the cake the male stripper I hired popped out wearing nothing but tiny black leather briefs, black combat boots, and his own ripped body.

Mia's face was priceless, even 15 drinks in she still managed to look semi-upset even with her constant slurring.

"Le..Le..Letty, I told you no strippers!" She yelled at me as the stripper was giving her a lap dance.

I laughed so hard I cried, she looked so uncomfortable under him. I'm a terrible human being, but it's so damn funny. I let that console me.

"You said no strippers, but you didn't say anything about a stripper," I told her making extra emphasis on the singular stripper.

The look on her face resented me, but at the same time she managed to smile, drunk people confused me.

Finally about ten minutes later the stripper had left and everyone was settling back into their dancing groove.

We all danced the hours away and before I realized it was 2 Am and the Limo was outside awaiting twelve drunk as hell 'ladies'.

After the driver made sure there were twelve of us and no man was left behind he took off on the way to our house.

The trip home wasn't that boring either though, with all the alcohol in twelve bodies and a strip pole in the stretch limousine, somebody had to put it to use.

Mia was up first, working the pole as if it was something she did on the daily, it scared me how good at it she was, maybe she had done it before. All I knew is Brian was going to be a really lucky guy, I'd have to buy him a strip pole as a wedding gift, I definitely wouldn't forget that.

All the girls eventually took turns working their magic on the pole with all the rest of the girls chanting them on and hollering.

Finally turning onto our street, everyone on the limo was chanting my name to get on the pole. I was the only one who hadn't gone and I wasn't planning on humiliating myself.

"Come on Letty, don't be such a prude! You see this crown, It means I'm the Queen, and your my bitch, so I command you to get on the pole!" Mia told me off her drunk ass with a silly princess wand in her hand.

"Letty, Letty! Letty!" They all cheered me on.

"What the hell," I yelled over their chanting before making my way towards the pole, feeling their eyes on me as I laid my hand on the pole.

I couldn't believe I was seriously doing this.

I grabbed the pole and pictured what Dom would think if he saw me on this thing, it made me blush red before wrapping my legs around the poor and sliding down. All the girls cheered me on and before I knew it I was getting really into it. I worked the pole just as good as Mia did, if not better. I felt sexy and empowered and most definitely drunk.

The time passed with me being unaware of it and the limo came to a standstill on the street in front of me and Dom's home.

The only problem was none of the girls where moving and neither was I from my dancing on the pole, we were literally that drunk.

I heard the limo driver honk his horn and ignored it, as I swung side to side.

Mia could never call me a prude again.

"Oh. My. God. Is that Letty?" Roman asked with his jaw on the floor as he opened the door, unleashing not only his view into sight but also a very turned on looking Dom and a blushing Brian.

I racked my brain for ideas, how could I explain all of this.

I was totally embarrassed as I let go of the pole and looked down at my feet that were heelless.

All the girls got out one by one with me being the last.

"You worked it girl," Roman told me putting hand out in front of him as if he were a gay man.

I just cringed at him and hid my face, this night had to end soon.

Brian grabbed his soon to be wife and dragged her into his car, she was falling all over the place and rambling complete nonsense, before she mentioned something about the stripper. Dom and Brian's face went completely white.

I looked in the different direction pretending to be distracted looking at the bush in the front yard.

Don't look at me, don't look at me, I pleaded in my thoughts.

"Letty!" Dom yelled. I knew it was game over from that point on.

I quickly grabbed my heels off the grass and made my way inside the house keeping my hand on the walls to steady myself.

As I lay on the couch and looked out the window I could see an all too eager Roman willing to take attractive drunk girls wearing booty dresses home. And Brian talking to Dom through the window of his car before pulling out of the driveway.

As walked in the door I knew I was about to get yelled at, so I decided maybe if I looked distracting in some of Mia's presents from over the years of lingerie I could distract him from how pissed off he should be with me.

"Letty," He told me as he walked in, his expression immediately changing from mad to confused to red as he opened our room door to find me lying in bed with a little number Mia got me.

"Yes, darlinggg" I purred, way too drunk.

"Darling? You're drunk off your ass. If you weren't I'd totally jump you right now," He told me as he made his way to his side of the bed.

"I'm not going to yell at you right now, your head probably hurts already and I kind of want to wait till you sober up tomorrow morning so I can yell at you just so I can get to hear your comebacks," He told me with a smirk on his face.

"Yeah, whatever you say babe," I said as I yawned and pulled myself under the covers and cuddled onto his toned chest.

I could feel myself slowly falling asleep and letting the night slip behind me when Dom spoke up.

"Hey Let?" He asked.

"Hmm" I told him half asleep.

"If I bought you a pole, would you use it?"

I laughed through my heavy need of sleep at his stupid comment, that would be what he'd be asking me at three in the morning.

"You can dream," I told him sleepily, "But we're buying one for Brian and Mia as a wedding gift."

"Ok," He whispered softly in my ear spooning me, "but we're borrowing it."

With that he kissed my hair and we fell asleep leaving that hell of a crazy night behind us.