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No-one knew what had happened between Dom and Letty, and everyone knew better than to ask. She left a few days later, and a quiet hum fell over the house the night after Mia had taken her to the airport. The boys settled down in front of the TV and Mia sat in the kitchen, her books spread out over the table. Dom was staring at the TV stonily, his whole body frozen in the same position he had been in when he fell down on the couch three hours ago. He hadn't said anything to Letty when she had come into the room to say goodbye, and as angry and hurt as he was now, he was regretting it already.

Everyone slowly made their way up to bed, but Dom stayed where he was. Every now and then, he would feel Mia's eyes on him and he knew that she was watching him from her station in the kitchen. She knew better than to come into the lounge and try and talk to him when he was in one of these moods. She tried to wait him out, but she had been up til two in the morning for the past week with Letty and her eyelids were getting heavy by the time it got around to midnight. Finally she went upstairs, washing her face in the bathroom sink and brushing her teeth. When she straightened up, Dom was leaning against the doorframe behind her, regarding her with dark eyes. She looked at him through the mirror, her own eyes steady. Eventually, he let out a sharp breath and ran a hand over his shaved head, pursing his lips.

"You know she was seeing someone?" His voice was gruff, as though he didn't care.

Mia knew better than that. She didn't, however, know how she was supposed to answer that question.

"Mia." His voice was sharper now as she took her time answering.

"Yeah," the brunette gave a short nod. "Yeah, I did." A thousand questions ran over her brothers face. She knew that he was dying to ask questions, dying to know more. But the years and years of keeping his feelings in check kept him in his place. He pursed his lips and nodded, turning around and swiftly walking down the hallway to his room.

Months went by, and Dom didn't hear anything new about Letty. He was pretty sure that Mia was still in contact with her, but he didn't ask and she didn't offer. The boys didn't bring her up. Sometimes, they would be in the middle of telling a story and realize they were going to mention her name. They would cut off mid-sentence and Dom's eyebrows would raise, his eyes flicking between the boys. He wouldn't say anything, just go back to whatever he was previously doing, but there would be an awkward tension in the air. Jesse would stick his cigarette in his mouth, Leon would chew on his tooth pick and Vince would lock his jaw in place, never good with uncomfortable situations.

There were girls coming in and out of the house, which wasn't unusual. But they seemed to come more frequently. Mia tried not to think about what was going on in the bedroom across the hall from her, but sometimes it got hard when she could actually hear the breathy moans. She knew it was her brothers way of trying to heal, even if she didn't agree with it. Sleeping around had always been her brothers way to deal with things—she wasn't sure if he realized that doing that was actually what had gotten him into this mess to begin with. Vince and Jesse were the same, the three drinking in the weekends after races, occasionally going out through the week, and bringing home whatever pretty girl caught their eye that night. Leon had found a girl that he was going steady with now, she was a sweet little brunette who knew absolutely nothing about cars. Mia loved having another girl around the house, but it wasn't the same. Loosing Letty was like loosing her family. She felt the same pain that she had felt when her father and mother had died. But she had the chance to get Letty back. There was something that might bring Letty back, and she had to try.

"Dom." He was laying on his back looking at the ceiling, his fingers interlocked over his stomach. He looked up when his sister came into the room, and attempted a half smile. She came into the room and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Dom, you need to get Letty back." Any attempts at a smile promptly dropped off his face and his eyes went back to the ceiling. "Dom, I'm serious." He closed his eyes and breathed out through his nose. Finally, he sat up and regarded her with dark eyes.

"She's gone, Mia," his voice was rough.

"You need to go out there," Mia murmured. Dom frowned.

"What?"

"You need to go out there," she repeated, her voice firm. "You need to go out there and tell her that you love her. That you want her back. That you want an actual relationship—that's the only reason she's with Luca now! Because he was ready to commit to her—"

"Luca?" Mia was cut off midsentence by her brothers voice, so soft it was barely audible. "That's the guy?" Mia sucked in her lower lip. Dom let out a harsh breath and sat up, rubbing his calloused hands over his face. Finally, he turned his face to look at her, an angry expression in his eyes. "Shit, Mia, how much do you know about him? About what's going on?"

"She's my bestfriend, Dom," Mia knew she was treading on dangerous ground here. "Of course I know things." His hard gaze continued to be locked on hers and she shook her head. "No, Dom, I'm not going to give you the low down on Letty's relationship. Because it should be you two together. And you know that. You're just too bloody stupid to do anything." Dom's eyes narrowed.

"Watch it, Mia," he growled. Mia snapped her mouth shut but continued to glare at him. "Just...Just leave, okay? I need you to leave me alone." She stayed for a moment longer before getting up and leaving the room. Dom laid back on his bed, his breathing harsh. He had never been the kind to over think things, but these months had sent him into an almost girlish state of mind. And now with the name, Luca, he couldn't help but imagine Letty breathing out that name, in a way that she once had said his. He wondered if this Luca made her moan the way he made her moan, if he knew where to kiss her to make her toes curl, if he knew how sensitive her feet were, that a long slow massage starting at her feet and making their way up her legs and to the apex of her thighs could bring her to the brink of an orgasm.

He wondered if she loved him.

The next time he saw her, it was Mia's birthday. She had flown in the night before, and Dom had purposefully worked late at the garage, sleeping on the leather couch. He knew his sister would be excited to have her bestfriend, her sister, back, and if he was there, he would only cast a shadow over her excitement. He showered in the little bathroom at the back of the garage, pulling on clean clothes and sliding into his Daytona Charger, making his way home. Before he even made it to the house, he could smell breakfast—undoubtedly pancakes with boysenberry syrup, his sisters favourite. And then he heard Letty's laugh, and almost ran back to his car.

The affect that she had on him was incredible.

"Dom, my man! Didn't think you'd make it in time for breakfast!" Vince shouted out from the doorway when he spotted his friend. Dom raised his eyebrows, plastering a neutral expression on his face. The minute he walked in the door, his eyes sought out Letty, who was standing on the far side of the room, beside the oven, next to Mia. Brian had his arms around Mia's waist and Letty was cooking the pancakes, looking completely domesticated with a smudge of pancake batter on her cheek. The easy going smile she had dropped as her eyes met Dom's. Jesse kept up bubbly conversation to stop any awkward silences, and Letty lowered her eyes back to the frying pan and she turned her body slightly so that she was facing away from him. Dom plastered a tight smile on his face as he crossed the room to where the girls were.

"Happy birthday, sis," he murmured, kissing her on the forehead. "Hey, Brian." The blonde nodded at him, giving the bigger man a grin. "Hey, Let," his voice dropped even impossibly lower and he gave her a kiss on the side of the head, his lips barely brushing her hair as he attempted to be polite.

"Hi," she muttered, shooting him a quick glance before looking back at the frying pan. "Aight guys! Breakfast's up!" Letty spun around and the boys rushed. "Uh-uh!" She quickly pulled the frying pan back in close to her. "Birthday girl get's the first one!" Mia laughed as the boys faces fell. Letty poked her tongue out at them and shifted her free hand, grabbing a spatula and digging out the first pancake. The sudden exposure of her left hand had Dom's eyes flying wide open.

"I've, uh, I've..." Dom was backing so fast out of the kitchen that he nearly tripped over his own feet. "I needa go change. Slept in these clothes..." he had barely finished his sentence before he was running up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Letty swallowed hard as she looked at Mia. Upstairs, Dom slammed his door shut and sat down on the edge of his bed, his head in his hands.

She was engaged.

She was going to marry this Luca guy.

"Dom?" Letty's voice was quiet from the doorway. Dom's head snapped up as she entered the room. Both her hands were shoved into the pockets of her jeans, obviously to hide the ring. She kicked the door shut behind her and sat down next to him, licking her lips nervously. "I wanted to tell you...But it wasn't really the kind of thing you say over the phone."

"Did you tell Mia?" He asked softly.

"Well, yeah," she gave a one shouldered shrug. "But that's not the same." He nodded, his lips pressed in a thin line. They sat there in silence for a good few minutes, both staring at the opposite wall, too scared to look at each other.

"Do you love him?" Dom asked abruptly. Letty pursed her lips.

"Yes," she finally said. Dom let out a hiss and got off the bed, crossing the room to the window and looking outside. Letty swallowed hard. "He's a good man. He has a good job, comes from a good family. My mum loves him." Dom was trying hard to block her out, her words only torturing him more. But he needed to hear it. She got off the bed, walking over to him hesitantly. She stood behind him, so close he could feel her body heat although not quite touching him. "I don't love him the way I loved you, Dom. But maybe that's a good thing." Dom took in a deep breath before turning around, looking down at her, their faces inches apart, their breath whispering over each others lips.

"How is that a good thing, Letty?" He growled softly.

"Because loving you isn't healthy, Dom," she murmured. "It was never meant to be anything serious between us. We're too alike. We're not good for each other."

"You can't say that for certain! We never tried!" He protested.

"We could have! I could tell when you were thinking about being in a relationship with me! You would start looking at me differently, and you would give me these little kisses that weren't sexual at all," her breathing was coming out shallowly. "So I would stop sleeping with you, see what you would do...And you would always run back to one of those racer chasers! Always." Dom knew what she was saying was true, and in his heart he had always known that it had been a test. A test he failed over and over again.

"How do you know you love him? You've only been gone just over a year," he tried a different tactic. Letty licked her lips quickly.

"We're engaged, Dom. We're not married yet...I'm not planning on being married for a few years yet."

"You didn't answer my question."

"I think maybe...Maybe I just needed to know that someone could be faithful to me, to only want me. Luca was the first guy who showed me that," she sighed. "I'm gonna go back downstairs, Dom. It's not fair that we're up here when it's Mia's birthday." She backed away from him, and he turned to watch her, catching another glimpse of the ring on her finger as she reached for the doorknob.

"Letty," the pain in his voice made her hesitate. "Letty, I wanted you. I don't know why I kept sleeping with those other girls—whenever I was with them, I just wanted to be with you." She couldn't look back at him, not with the way he was talking, his voice breaking with emotion. "I think I was scared. I never felt that way about anyone before. I thought if we got into a relationship, I would fuck it up, and then everything would be ruined. But after you left, I thought maybe when you got back...Maybe we could make it work." He swallowed hard and glanced back out the window.

"You should have told me," Letty's voice was soft.

"I'm telling you now," Dom replied. The silence stretched between them before Letty finally opened the door.

"I better go downstairs," she whispered. Dom was still facing the window, and didn't see the tears that were clouding her brown eyes.

Letty left again, two days later. Dom had moved around her silently, spending most of his time at the garage. Before she left for the airport, he had come home. The exchange was quiet, almost awkward, as he murmured goodbye and kissed her on the cheek. He tried hard not to look down, but couldn't help it as she grabbed her bag from the kitchen floor and backed away from him. The ring on her left finger had winked up at him, teasing him, mocking him about what could have been. He went straight up to his room, closing the door and shutting his curtains, staring blankly at the TV across the room from his bed. He fell into a dreamless sleep a few minutes later and didn't wake for almost ten hours. The next day, his body still felt heavy, numb, as though it wasn't under his control. He moved around the house aimlessly before finally going to the garage. The boys all looked up at him questioningly from the cars they were working on; Dom was never late to work. Everyone knew better to say anything though, and just gave each other knowing looks before going back to their cars.

Dom stayed late—hours after the other boys left. After he finished on every car they had in the garage, he went out the back to where their weight set was. He lifted the weights, using his arms and legs, until his limbs were numb, until he felt physically sick from exertion. Sweat was pouring down his face and back as he stumbled toward the shower, standing underneath the spray, his legs still shaking. Then he fell onto the beaten up couch in the small office, sleep taking over his body.

"Okay, I'm beginning to wonder if maybe he's sick?" Vince raised an eyebrow.

"Love sick," Leon rolled his eyes.

"Both of you shut your mouths," Mia growled as she dished up their breakfast. Vince and Leon met each others gazes and made a face before digging into their breakfasts. Jesse had been watching the exchange from the doorway where he was finishing his cigarette, and he licked his lips.

"He misses her, huh?" Mia looked over at the younger boy.

"We all miss her," she stated. "But we're not going to talk about it because if he walks through that door and we're talking about her, he's gonna go back upstairs, to bed, and we're not going to see him for another day." The boys fell quiet as Dom came into the room. Mia looked over at her brother, biting her lip to stop herself from saying anything. His eyes were blank and red, scratchy from the lack of the sleep. He sat down silently at the table, eating what Mia had put in front of him.

He had fallen into a routine that everyone knew wasn't healthy. He worked at the garage until late at night, and then push his body—weights, running, pull-ups—anything to make his body feel. He would usually fall asleep on the couch in the garage, or the nights that he would make it home, it would be well past two in the morning. Then he would be back up with the rest of them at seven in the morning. Sometimes he wouldn't be home for a week on end, living off the left overs in the fridge of the garage and showering in the tiny cubicle in the back bathroom. One thing Mia didn't miss was the parade of woman. She was pretty sure that there hadn't been one girl in his room other than her since Letty had left.

"When do you think you'll be coming back again?" Mia asked, twirling a strand of hair around her finger as she lay back on her bed and stared at the ceiling.

"I don't know, girl..." Letty's voice was distant. "Things were just getting a little...Complicated last time I was there." The two girls were quiet for a few moments. Mia licked her lower lip, wondering how to approach the subject of her brother.

"He misses you...He's, um...He's kinda falling apart, Let," the girl tried not to let her voice portray her emotions but Letty heard the wobble at the end of the sentence.

"What you mean, Mia?" She asked softly.

"He's at the garage, he works out, he sleeps," Mia replied. "That's it." She heard Letty swallow hard on the other end of the line.

"That's it?"

"That's it." Mia confirmed Letty's unanswered question. She knew that the fact Dom wasn't sleeping around anymore would impact her friend, and that was what she was counting on.

"Mia, I've...I've got to go..."

Three months went by.

Letty didn't call Mia again, and Mia didn't ring her.

Her brother and her bestfriend were alike it that way—when they needed to think, when they needed to grieve, they needed to be alone. She hoped that it meant what she had said had made an impact on the other girl.

Dom's fingers were buried deep in an engine, sweat running down his arms and bare torso. It was almost nine at night and he was still working, determined not to stop until he had finished on the final car. The boys had left hours ago, shooting looks over their shoulders as they left, wondering whether they should say something to their friend or not. They eventually decided against it, knowing that he would just ignore them anyway. He was so engrossed in his own thoughts, he didn't hear the footsteps behind him. Didn't see the shadow on the ground beside him.

"Pretty late to be working, man."

The voice made him stop short, fingers halting abruptly and breath catching in his throat.

"You must be getting killer over time." Dom turned around, his eyes narrowed.

"Nah, the boss is kind of a jerk." Letty gave him a half smile.

"No arguments here." Her hands were buried deep in the pockets of her red leather jacket, and her jaw was locked nervously. He licked his lips as he watched her.

"What are you doing here, Letty?" He finally asked. She pursed her lips, looking around the garage before her eyes finally met his.

"I want to come home, Dom," her voice was soft. "And I want to come home to you." Dom's expression was guarded as he wiped his hands on a cloth. He tried not to let his emotions play out across his face. What she was saying was too good to be true. Letty took a step closer. "Ya know, maybe you were right..." he knew how hard it was for her to say those words. "Maybe I never gave us a proper chance." She finally pulled her hands out of her pockets and Dom felt himself sigh in relief when he saw her fingers bare.

"Next time you're not sure about something, I'd rather you ask me, than run off to another country and get engaged," he replied wryly. Letty rolled her eyes.

"Next time you have sex with a racer chaser, I better be dead." Dom finally let himself smile. Letty grinned back, that grin that lit up her eyes and made his heart swell. He closed the distance between them and gripped her left hand, holding it in his larger hand.

"Next time you have a ring on that finger, it better be from me." His mouth was inches from hers.

"Aight, big man," her words whispered across his lips. "I can live with that."

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