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A Revelation
Dom hadn't been expecting anything when he'd headed home early from the garage one evening. The workload hadn't been too bad this week and Letty and Brian could more than handle closing up for the night. He didn't like to take off early, but he'd had to swing by the bank before it closed and pick up a few parts from their supplier so that they could do some modifications to their own vehicles.
He hadn't been all that surprised to see the black Scion parked in front of the house. It was the car that belonged to his daughter's boyfriend, and though he hadn't gotten much more comfortable with her dating, he grudgingly agreed that there were worse boys for her to date. She was 17 now, and in her last year of high school. She had good grades and she worked hard, for the most part. Letty often liked to say he was far too overprotective, but he could hardly be blamed. His daughter had a wild streak, and could misbehave at times. Still, he liked to delude himself that she was still a little girl in many respects.
He parked his own vehicle in the driveway behind his daughter's red Shelby and popped the trunk, carting the parts he'd picked up back to the garage. It was another fifteen minutes before he went in through the back door of the house.
The first thing he noticed was the smell. It was like one of those potpourri things Mia used to put around the house when they were younger. Letty had no interest in the stuff, though she would occasionally burn scented candles when she had a bath. But it was nothing like this and he frowned, peering into the living room with mild suspicion. There were some candles that had been lit, and were now left guttering on the coffee table, abandoned. Dom moved to blow them out when he caught sight of something black and lacy discarded across the arm of the couch. His eyes narrowed. He might have assumed the panties belonged to his wife, except for the fact that when they did get amorous on the couch these days they were very careful to pick up after themselves. Their daughter's disgust at the thought of her parents having sex was quite known to them and even if it did amuse them they didn't want to scar her for life either.
He didn't touch the underwear, especially not as his eyes caught on more clothing strewn around the couch. His daughter's black converse under the coffee table, her favorite pair of black jeans with holes worn in the knees and a black bra with pink polka dots. He scowled, his mood quite foul, as his eyes caught on a second pair of jeans, these obviously belonging to a boy, a black t-shirt turned inside-out was dangling over the top of a lamp. He set his jaw, snatching it up.
T-shirt clenched in his fist he started up the steps, the carpet muffling the heavy fall of his boots. He was silently stewing when he tried the knob.
Locked, of course.
She was only more doomed by the fact that Letty wasn't there to stand in his way and tell him he was overreacting. He knew his wife well enough to know what she'd say to him, all the rational arguments she'd give him, and the bull-headed way she'd push back against his own stubborn nature.
But she wasn't here, so his dear little girl was in a world of trouble.
Not to mention her soon to be dead and ex boyfriend.
He pounded on the door with his free hand.
"Open this door, right now." His voice was even, not raised. But perhaps it was all the more frightening because of that.
There was silence from the other end of the door, then hasty scrambling, soft cursing, whispering and the unmistakable sound of footsteps crossing the hardwood floor. The door unlocked, and inched open just slightly. He could see the wide-eyed face of his daughter through the small crack, her eyes dark and her hair in wild curls a mess around her face. She bit down on her lower lip. She was wearing an over-sized t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts. She struggled to look innocent, her cheeks flushed and panic in her gaze.
"Papi," she blinked up at him. "I wasn't expecting you home this early…"
He held up the t-shirt in his hand, his other hand curling around the door frame so hard it sounded like it was cracking. The teenager swallowed hard, falling silent.
"Papi…." She tried again when he was silent, simply staring down at her, but he pushed the door open and she hardly resisted.
His dark eyes fell on the boy, or young man in her bed. Earlier today he'd been thinking quite charitably about Carlos Sanchez. But now his eyes and his body language were screaming murder. Carlos was smart enough to recognize that, as he hastily stood, the sheet still wrapped around his waist.
"Please uh… Mister Toretto, Sir… I can explain."
"I don't want to hear it. Get the hell out of my house." When the boy didn't move, Dom stepped further into the room, shirt held out, face menacing. "Now."
Carlos grabbed the shirt; gulping and tripping over the sheet he was covering himself with in his rush to flee the room. He heard him stumbling down the steps and then scrambling in the living room for his clothing. It took less than a minute for the front door to slam shut, signaling that he'd been obeyed.
Dom turned back to his daughter, who shrank under his gaze, squaring her shoulders at the same time.
"Dad, you're being ridiculous."
"Ridiculous? If you really think so, then why sneak around?"
"Because I knew you'd react like this!" she flung up her arms. "And it's not like I'm sneaking into his window after dark or something!"
"There will be none of that," he snapped at her. "Not in this house. You're not going to see him again."
"Dad!" she looked angry, her dark eyes flashing just the same way her mother's did. "You like Carlos!"
"Correction," he replied. "Liked. Clean up the living room and then do your homework. We're done talking about this. You're not seeing him anymore."
"I hate your guts," she hissed, stalking out of the room past him and stomping down the stairs. She picked up her clothing, muttering unkind things about him, and then stalked back upstairs to her room, slamming the door loudly.
Dom sighed, rubbing a hand over his head before going back down to the kitchen. He needed a beer. And for Letty to come home. He seriously could not handle this.