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"𝑯𝑬𝒀, 𝑫𝑶𝑴." Christiana smiled as she and Jesse sat down on the opposite side of the table in the prison visitation room.
"Hey, CJ. Hey, Jesse." Dom sighed, his voice heavy but warm as his gaze softened on the two visitors.
Christiana still couldn't fully process the situation. Seeing Dom behind a glass window in a prison uniform felt surreal. She had always known about his past—the illegal street races, the dangerous heists—but over the years, he had become more cautious, more deliberate. Yet here he was, in a place she never thought she'd see him.
"Hi, Uncle Dom!" Jesse grinned, holding up a toy Dodge Charger, the tiny replica catching the light as he waved it.
Dom's expression softened further, a rare smile breaking through his usual stoic demeanor. "Looks like your dad finally got some taste," he teased.
"Don't get ahead of yourself," Christiana laughed, shaking her head.
Dom chuckled, his deep laugh momentarily cutting through the somber air of the visitation room. But his expression sobered quickly, and his tone turned serious. "I hope he's treating you right."
"He is," Christiana assured him, reaching out and placing a comforting hand over Dom's larger one on the table. "You don't have to worry about that."
"He better be," Dom said firmly, his jaw tightening. "'Cause I won't be out to check him if he messes up."
Christiana's smile faltered, and she exhaled deeply, running a hand down her face. "God, this is crazy," she murmured. Her voice cracked slightly as she glanced at him through the glass, her brown eyes filled with emotion.
"I mean, I always knew you lived on the edge, but... part of me thought you'd never get caught." She let out a soft, bittersweet laugh, shaking her head at the absurdity of it all.
Dom tilted his head slightly, his steady gaze meeting hers. "It's okay, CJ," he said, his voice calm and resolute. "I was done running. Sooner or later, this was bound to happen."
The weight of his words hung between them for a moment before Christiana leaned back in her chair, studying him. She didn't want to imagine Dom stuck in here. "Just... promise me one thing, okay?" she said, forcing a teasing tone to lighten the mood.
