chasing angels ・❥・Brian O'Connor fic

chapter fourty five ・❥・ m*therfucker

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Lolas pov...

It had been two weeks since Letty had been murdered.

I stood at her funeral -closed casket- with a veil over my face to hide the last of the bruises that refused to go the fuck away. The scar Carter gave me from the boat incident in Florida was still on my face, and whilst I wasn't ashamed of it and didn't give a single fuck what anyone had to say about it- I didnt want it out at her funeral.

I didn't want any cuts, bruises or flaws displayed at her funeral- I wanted everything to be beautiful.

Beside me, Mia sniffled. Her head rested on my shoulder as she softly sobbed, the sounds of her cries twisted something inside of me. I should've comforted her, hugged her, held her, but I was never good at comforting others. And there was nothing I could do or say to take away the suffering I was partly responsible for her.

Her head shifted and she cried into my neck, whilst she wrapped her arms around my body, clinging onto me. My eyes were lifelessly locked onto the grave she was being lowered into.

Dom was supposed to be here, hell, Vince should've been here- everyone should've been here. But our family had fallen apart, and it was a fucking disgrace.

"We have gathered here to pay our final respects to Leticia Ortiz."

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Lolas pov...

If another cop approached me in attempt to try and pry information out of me, I was going to commit a fucking crime. The place was surrounded by pricks in suits, assholes who didn't know a single fucking thing about Letty.

I wanted them gone.

I almost assaulted the head of the FBI department when he tried to introduce himself to me, he would have gotten a broken nose if it wasn't for Mia who pulled me back. I told them to go to hell, but they didn't leave.

They stood on the other side of the graveyard, watching, waiting for my brother who wasn't going to show because he wasn't an idiot. But he was at the funeral, I could feel him, even if I couldn't see him.

The service was okay, not what Letty deserved but nothing would ever do her justice because she wasn't born to die. She was an immortal badass in everyone's eyes so nothing we pulled together would ever send her away the way she deserved. Still, after it was over everyone left. Mia went home, Letty's friends and people left. But I sat on a bench, staring at the hole they were slowly filling with dirt, locking her six feet under. They were carelessly chucking dirt onto her coffin and I wanted to strangle them for it.

"Lola B."

At the sound of his voice, I tipped my head up and narrowed my eyes. "Dyl," I hummed back, but I couldn't muster the energy to hug him or anything stupid.

He slid into the empty space beside me, dressed in a suit with a shiny badge on his blazer.

What a joke. He turned into the 'good guy', the guy we used to make fun of in Florida. He 'got his shit together' and became an FBI agent, but he would always be a criminal role playing.

"Are you okay?"

I snorted and rolled my eyes. "Are you serious?"

A stupid fucking question, but then again he was an idiot so stupidity was expected from him.

"Lola," he snapped, I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at him. "Are you okay?"

No, I wasnt fucking okay.