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This is the official "end" to the sequel! I'm sorry its short but I swear, I have a lot more written and will post the third one some time soon! :)

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Diamond in the Rough

Epilogue: Been a While

By: LoveInk

A stack of cash, his necklace, and a cold side of the bed. That was all he left. Letty shivered despite the Dominican Republic heat. He had left her again. She should've known something like this was coming with all his contemplative bullshit. His "I don't want you around when it catches up with us". He must have known there was no way she was going to leave so he did what he thought was right and left himself. "Fucker," she muttered, grabbing the stacks of cash and the necklace.

She left the small little hut and headed towards Jesse's, pounding on the door. She heard a crashing sound before Jesse opened the door. His blonde hair was a mess and he was rubbing sleepily at his eyes. "Hey Let. Sup?"

"He left," she said simply, holding out the stacks of cash. "He just left. Again."

Jesse sighed, scratching at his head as he thought of what to say. "Are we going after him?"

"How the fuck are we going to find him?" Letty asked, slightly frustrated with Jesse. Couldn't he see how difficult it'd be to find him again?

"Dunno," he said on a shrug. "I'll figure something out."

She scoffed at him, crossing her arms over her chest. "Like what?

He shifted from foot to foot as he thought. "We can go home."

"Jess…"

"C'mon, Let. Dom's not here, what else can we do?" Jesse answered on a shrug. He'd been itching to go home for awhile now. He was bored of what they were doing. Sure, at first it'd been fun to steal oil, but he was quickly getting tired of it. It was too similar to the heists, too close to what had almost cost him his life. "Last time, he called Lex…maybe he'll do that again."

Letty ran her hands through her hair, shaking her head slowly. Was she crazy for agreeing with him? For wanting to go home? It'd be a way to be closer to Dom without having him there and maybe, just maybe, she could figure out a way to clear his record so he could come home too. "Maybe."

Jesse clapped his hands, a bright smile on his face. "We can go to the beach and work in the garage!"

"Jess, we're on an island. We're surrounded by beaches…"

"It's not the same!" he exclaimed, a wide smile on his face. He pushed her out of the house and towards her cabin. "C'mon, go pack! It's time to go home!"

Michaela sat at the counter of the shop, picking at a bag of Doritos while she listened to Mia talk about Ronnie. The two had been seeing each other on and off for awhile now and frankly, Mickey was starting to get sick of hearing about him. She glanced over at Alex who was flipping through some surf magazine looking just as bored. "And he just picked me up and carried me over so my shoes wouldn't get ruined! How romantic is that?" Mia gushed.

"Real romantic," Michaela answered flatly.

Mia glanced towards Alex waiting for her comment. "Yeah, he's a fuckin' class act," the other girl replied sarcastically. Alex knew Ronnie way too well to even consider him being romantic.

"Hey, how's Grem doing with the swearing thing?" Michaela asked, eager to change the subject. "Lee told me you got a very stern talking to from his Pre-K teacher."

Alex sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Apparently Maxi dropped a bucket of blocks and used a lovely four letter word to communicate his shock," she said, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Vince sat him down and told him those words were only for use at home. We got a monetary system going for every time he swears when he's not at home. A nickel for 'hell', a dime for 'shit' and 'ass', and a whole quarter for the f-bomb and the b-word. And if we swear, he has to pay us but only in public places or at friends' house or at school."

"I already owe that monster ten cents," Mia said with a shake of her head.

Michaela laughed at her brother and sister-in-law's parenting skills. Only they would allow the four year old to swear at home but not in public. "I bet he likes that."

Alex nodded in response. "Hell yeah he does! Its teaching him how to count and how to save money though. He already saved up enough to buy a new toy car thanks to his Uncle Leon."

Michaela wasn't surprised; her boyfriend's favorite word was 'fuck'. "Between Vince and Lee, I'm surprised he can't buy two or three!"

"Well, Daddy doesn't have to pay," Mia commented as she wiped down the counter.

"What do you mean?" Alex asked in a surprised tone.

Mia shook her head slowly. "Not when they were here last time. Vince was using some very colorful words to describe a particular angry customer and Maxi didn't say a single word. 'course I decided to say 'what the hell' and I got charged…"

"Favoritism at its finest," Michaela teased. "Guess we know who his favorite parent is…"

Alex smirked. "He doesn't charge me either. Guess it's just his aunts and uncle," she said on a shrug. "He does have a serious case of idol worship with V though. Today, he wouldn't let me brush his hair because when he woke up, it looked just like Papi's."

"I noticed," Mia said, a note of disapproval in her voice. "It's bad enough V looks like that, do you really have to let your son?"

"Sorry we can't all have significant others with perfectly gelled hair," Alex replied with a roll of her eyes. "Plus, I love Vince's hair. I have no problem with my adorable son looking like his handsome father."

Michaela scoffed. "You love Vince. He could dye his hair bright pink and you'd still love him."

"Yes, yes I would," she said, completely unashamed to admit it. "Now if he shaved it off, then we would have a problem."

"I don't think he'd do that. Ever."

"He better not. Its so fun to pull on when we…"

"STOP!" Michaela and Mia shouted at the same time.

A low chuckle drew their gazes towards the door where a familiar woman was standing, tan arms crossed over her chest, sunglasses riding low on her nose. "Good to see not much has changed around here," she said as she strode towards the counter.

Michaela practically jumped off her stool as she sprinted over to her. "Letty!" she cried, throwing her arms around the girls neck and hugging her tightly.

"How you guys livin'?" Letty asked after hugging Mia and Alex. She took a seat on the stool between Michaela and Alex, smiling as Mia set a Corona down in front of her.

All the girls replied with short answers, nothing too exciting had really been going on in their lives. They were all concerned with their men and with Maxi, of course. The little boy was spoiled rotten. "What brings you here?" Mia asked. "Is Dom back too?"

Letty shook her head sadly. "Nah, he…he left me and Jess."

"He left you again?" Michaela questioned, eyes wide. She glanced from Alex, who didn't look at all surprised, to Mia who looked worried as hell.

"Yeah. Apparently, he didn't want us around when the cops caught up to him," she explained.

Alex shook her head, her nose wrinkled in distaste. "Asshole."

"Alex," Mia chastised with a frown. "Are you staying here for awhile?"

Letty nodded. "I'm gonna find a way to clear his name. Bring him back home where he belongs."

"I don't have no money, Papi! Nooooo," Maxi exclaimed as his father picked him up by his little legs and swung him over his shoulder, dangling upside down by the ankles. Coins fell out of the boys pockets, hitting the cement on the ground.

Vince glanced up at Leon who was working on a car a few feet away. "Looks like the kid's got money to me. Huh, Lee?"

"Lots of money," Leon agreed on a nod.

Maxi giggled as his dad swung him back and forth, his head just inches from the ground. "My money, Papi!"

"What'd Mami tell you about using those words, Max?" he asked, fighting off a grin. He and Max had been working on an engine when the boy had accidentally dropped a wrench on his own foot and let out a slew of expletives long enough to make a sailor blush and his father proud.

"Only for home!" he squealed, his little hands trying to grab at the coins on the floor despite the fact that he was still hanging upside down. "Or I pay!"

Vince chuckled, gently turning his son over and setting him on his feet. He held out his hand to the four year old. "C'mon, pay up."

Maxi scowled, bending over to pick up the various coins. He started placing them one by one into his father's awaiting hand. Vince fought the urge to laugh as he noticed not all of the coins were real. There were a few plastic ones from his fake bank and a few arcade tokens mixed in with the real money. "Dat enough?" he asked, looking up at his father with hopeful green-blue eyes.

"Yeah, kid," he answered, rubbing a hand over his son's messy hair. He wondered if the kid had seen a brush that day or if Alex had let him out of the house without noticing. Max's brown hair was cut short to his head and stood up in the front and in the back thanks to awful two cowlicks. Not that the boy minded, after all, his father had messier hair than anyone he knew.

"Hey Papi?" he asked as he climbed on top of the plastic crate to look into the engine his dad was working on.

Vince grunted as he tightened a bolt. "Yeah?" he asked without looking up.

"There's someone at the door," the little kid answered, pointing to the open garage doors.

"No shit," he said glancing in the direction his son was pointing. Maxi knew better than to ask his dad to pay for the swear word. One thing was to make his uncles and aunts pay up, it was quite another to tell his dad to. A wide smile spread across Vince's face as headed the visitor's way. "Look who decided to come home. How you doin, Jess?"

Jesse walked in, a certain swagger to his step. His usually pale skin was a shade or two darker from the Caribbean sun. "Hey V. What's up?" he asked, grabbing Vince's hand and pulling him in for a man shake/hug.

"Hi!" Maxi said as he came running over. "I know you from Mama's pictures."

Jesse looked down at the small boy and grinned. He was the perfect mixture of his parents. Blue-green eyes, messy dark hair, caramel skin, and a megawatt smile he had to have inherited from his mother. "I know you from your Mom's pictures too, kid," he said, squatting down so he was eye level with him. "You got big."

"I'm this many now, Uncle Jesse," Maxi stated proudly, holding up four fingers.

"Uncle Jesse?" Leon muttered to himself, looking around the hood of his car. He spotted Jesse chatting with Max. "Oh shit."

"Dime, Tio!" Max shouted, turning his blue-green eyes on his Uncle.

Leon didn't mind, not when his best friend had returned. "Hey brotha," he said, pulling Jesse in for a hug and a pat on the back. "Been a long time, man."

I can't believe this is over! :( This story ended up being over 300 pages long!

Thank you so much to everyone who's stuck with it despite my awful update habits! And to everyone who's ever taken the time to comment or give me constructive criticism! You all are just wonderful people!

The third installment or the prequel will be up soon. Not sure which one I want to post first...thoughts?

Also, I'll be posting a Sons of Anarchy fic either today or tomorrow so if you're a fan, check it out! If you've never seen the show, give it a shot! You won't be disappointed!

Thanks again!

~Love Ink