Chapter two! This chapter introduces Han, a favourite of mine, not gonna lie. Although it's hard to have favourites when you're in love with every character in a franchise :)
I'm so happy with the response on this story so far as well as my other oneshot and I have a lot of inspiration for upcoming stories so I'd say to expect updates and such pretty regularly. But feedback is always welcomed and really appreciated so let me know how I'm doing and what you think please.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Fast and Furious characters and any mistakes are mine and I apologise. Enjoy! X
The breeze seeped through the open windows as Letty drove down the roads through the Dominican Republic in her jet black Mazda, the cool air hitting what skin she still had bare around her jean shorts and black tank-top. She knew for a fact that if she pressed down on her breaks only briefly for a stop sign, the cool breeze would be non-existent.
They had always been drawn to that hot weather, the beaches, anywhere that meant travelling the world and seeing new places. She had just expected them to leave on their own accord, but who could have predicted the thing that would kick them out of the nest?
Breathing had felt hard for Letty all morning. Running on auto-piolet from the moment she had thrown on clothes, thrown essentials in a bag and left, with no intentions of returning to the last place she had seen Dom.
What were her chances that he'd actually return himself, anyway?
With a silver cross dangling from a chain around her neck, tucked beneath her shirt, the crumpled note stuffed into the tight pockets of her shorts, bag on her shoulder and keys in hand; Letty didn't look back.
Everything was beginning to meld together in her head. The last time she had been leaving in search for something, she had left Leon. But she had left him with a solid plan in mind and a clear view of where she was going, step-by-step.
This time wasn't as simple. So far, all she had was her first destination. But it had taken the Latina ten minutes of driving in the opposite direction for her to come to the conclusion on who she had to speak to. Making an extremely sharp U-turn, one so sudden only Letty or her family of life-long drivers could have pulled it off. Her hand fumbled in the passenger's seat in search for her mobile until she heard the familiar voice at the end of the dialling tone.
"Letty, how can I help you this morning?" Han spoke breezily down the line, Letty almost felt guilty for the heaviness of the topic she was about to spring on him.
"You can make me coffee, I'll be at yours in ten."
The guy went silent on the end of the phone, the faint noise of chewing as he breathed through his nose. She knew he was thinking over her statement and most likely trying to examine her tone when he went quiet. Han hummed lightly, "M-kay."
She loved how he didn't question her.
Letty had walked into Han's place without knocking, but he didn't seem phased as the Brunette found her way to the kitchen where he stood. Like clockwork, completely on time, the Korean lad turned with a cup of coffee in his hand, placing it on the counter in front of Letty without looking at her. Within seconds, he had turned completely facing her, a cup of coffee in his own hands.
With a tight smile, Letty rested her palms against the warm mug in front of her, leaving her forearms on the counter beside it. She couldn't sit; she couldn't even stop her leg from bouncing on the spot. Something Han had already picked up on.
He had always been an extremely good judge of character and moods. He was that quiet one in the corner, reading everyone like an open book and leaving the rest of them clueless and fairly taken aback when he showed just how much he had noticed.
Letty, however, had grown used to this trait. And in some moments, she admits she has wanted to tear his tongue out of his mouth when he'd call her out on something she was avoiding. But the annoying side to his ability was trumped in moments exactly this.
Han knew what to do, what to say, how to handle Letty in her current situation without even knowing the first thing about it.
The look in his eye was enough for her to see that he knew it had something to do with Dom, and that it wasn't exactly good.
"Where is he?"
Letty let out a barely noticeable shaky sigh at the question, giving Han enough information through the look on her face to know that whatever was going on, it was serious.
"Your guess is as good as mine, man."
Her words caused his eyebrow to rise slightly as he slowly lowered his cup of coffee, abandoning it on the kitchen counter by hers. Letty watched as her friend found his signature nicotine replacement as he opened a packet of chips. His gaze was far away as he moved the first one to his mouth and Letty found herself itching for a cigarette herself; not that she had smoked since she was sixteen. The girl reached into her pocket and carelessly tossed the note that was playing games with her head, onto the counter and watched Han's eyes follow it. He sniffed lightly, reaching for the paper and scanning over the unusually neat writing that was unmistakably Dom's, in silence.
"I don't know, Let," he spoke, trying not to sound as guilty as he unfortunately did. But there was no disappointment in the girls' eyes.
"I figured," she breathed, catching Han's attention even more now. "Last night," she broke off, only realising where her train of thought was taking her after she had already boarded. She caught the glint in his eye as his own memory took over.
"Give us a break, Han," Dom's monotone voice broke through The Korean man's chuckle. "We're not exactly traditional."
"We're not exactly fairy-tale, couple standards," Letty injected. Han nodded understandably at their reasoning behind their secrecy.
"An invite would have been appreciated, it's all I'm saying," He spoke, holding up his hands and flashing a grin.
Dom's arm snaked around the Latina's small waist, her body pressed unspeakably close to the side of his own. She could barely move but she didn't care, she had just married Dominic Toretto. Something she could have never pictured herself doing. It wasn't their style. They were ride or die. But that night between beaches, kisses and Corona's, they'd come to the conclusion that they were the same things.
"Next time," Letty smirked innocently, earning questioning looks from both guys.
"Next time you get married, huh?" Dom spoke, eyebrow raised, his palm stiffening on his girl's hip. He knew, of course, she was teasing and all it did was pull him towards her over and over again.
"That didn't take long," Han muttered in amusement, taking a sip from his bottle of Corona as he leant back on the bar they were all gathered at.
Letty bumped her hip against Dom before her head came back to rest against his hard, yet welcoming, chest. His arm closed round her neck to pull her towards him slightly, planting a chaste kiss on the top of her head, chuckling the comment off.
"You gonna call the guys, I'm pretty sure Santos was –" Han was cut off as his friends shook their head in sync, a puzzled expression falling across his features. He let his sentence fade to silence, before asking a follow-up question. "What?"
"We can't tell anyone else until we tell Mia," Letty spoke, a reluctant fairness to her tone.
"Your sister?" Han questioned, pointing with the top of his bottle of beer towards Dom before taking another sip of the amber liquid.
"She'd kill us," Dom noted, sipping at his own mirrored version of Han's drink.
"I mean she's gonna kill us anyway for doing it without her, but that's not the point," Letty piped up with a one shoulder shrug and Han simply nodded.
"Fair enough, you don't owe me an explanation. You do, however, need to let me buy you a drink before you decide to head back for the fun, wedding-night, stuff."
Dom's grin widened slightly and Letty's smirk struggled to keep her reddened cheeks covered. He was so good at reading people.
"I don't know what to tell ya," Han sighed for what felt like the millionth time during that conversation.
"I know you don't know where he is, but I know you're smart enough to say the right thing," Letty spoke, putting her now empty cup of coffee back down on the kitchen counter between the two.
Han tried his best when he flashed her a smile to make it as comforting as possible, but Letty couldn't feel the comfort, not in that moment. She was simply only grateful for the effort. She honestly didn't know what she was supposed to do, it had been so hard to track him down the last time but at least then she had a faint idea to go off. They spoke about what would happen if they needed to run, Mexico was mentioned briefly and that was Leon's first idea; it was why they had ended up there. But she knew better. The Dominican Republic had been subtly on his radar for as long as she had known him, and eventually, it had made its way to her radar too. And no one else's. It was a secret they shared and despite everything, she couldn't bring herself to share it with even Leon.
After their brief trip to Mexico and an expected sign of a dead end, Letty had excused herself from her old friend.
Han was silent still; they both had been for at least a couple of minutes now. However, it was almost as though you could hear the sound of their minds working overtime.
"His sister," Han spoke, clearing his throat when he caught the brunette's full attention once again. Her eyebrow raised and a quizzical look on her face.
"Mia?" She considered, her expression almost pleading for him to elaborate. "What – "
"You should tell her. Her brother's missing, even more missing than before," He popped another chip in his mouth, irritatingly casually. "She should know and, I mean, who else is gonna tell her?" Letty nodded slowly, her gaze falling far away. Han picked up on it because he was placing his packet of chips on the counter and leaning against it, moving closer to her as his expression grew more serious. "Let, you and I both know that this doesn't mean you'll never see him again." Letty's gaze clicked with her friend's, she almost wanted to laugh humourlessly but fought the urge. On some level, she knew he was right. She also knew that if she wanted to find him, she could. Even though it would take her a long ass time. "Go home, wait it out. Let what's left of this dysfunctional family of yours distract you for a while," he finished with a soft shrug.
This time, Letty did flash the faint hint of a smirk. "Dysfunctional family of mine?" She questioned, arching an eyebrow. "You're part of it now, man. I hate to break it to you."