Drive

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I pulled up to the meeting place and saw her car pull up. She got out and walked over to my bike. I still had my lid on as she stopped in front of me. She took a breath before she reached up and lifted the black lid. It came off and my hair fell down over my shoulders. She had the helmet in her hands as she looked at me. Neither of us moved until she broke the silence.

"Ace?" She whispered.

"Letty..."

"I.... I remember you." She said. "I don't remember anything else. Only flashes. But I remember you."

Her hand left the helmet and I felt the sting on my cheek. She had just slapped me.

"Why did you leave?" She asked.

I rubbed my cheek where she had slapped me.

"I have no excuse." I answered.

She nodded, dropped my lid, and slammed her lips against mine. I kissed back with just as much passion and my hands went to her waist. She stepped closer so she was standing between my legs. We pulled apart and she hugged me. I hugged her and put my head against her neck, my eyes closing. She spoke.

"I missed you." She said. "For so long, I missed you."

"I missed you too, baby girl." I answered into her neck. "Why are you with Owen?"

"I don't know." She said, pulling back from me. "He gave me a home after...."

I shook my head. "Forget about that. You're safe now, with me."

"But I'm still with his team."

I sighed and kissed her forehead.

"Promise me you'll stay safe for me, eh?"

"I promise, Ace."

I kissed her again deeply before letting her go. I stopped her, getting up.

"Letty."

She looked back at me and I took off my necklace, holding it out. She smiled and took it before she got into her car and drove off. I looked at the matching blue part of the necklace that still hung around my neck with a smile. I loved that girl, no question. Another car pulled up and Owen got out. I looked at him with a dangerous calm eyes.

"Ace." He said.

"It fits." I answered. "Ace of Spades, actually. How you been, Owen?"

"I've been good. I see she remembers you."

I glared. "Keep your claws off her."

"You and Toretto, eh?" He asked. "Working together?"

"To get my girl back."

He glared at me. "You chose the wrong side."

"Did I?" I asked, leaning back against my bike. "Did I really? You could have told me she was alive. You could have called me and told me simply, 'Hey! You know the girl you buried? Your wife, right? Well guess what?! She's alive and with me!' but you didn't, now did you?"

He just kept glaring so I stood up and walked over, getting almost chest to chest with him.

"You may be my brother, but she's my wife. She's been with me since we were kids. When you were gone and shut me out, she was there. So you've got a choice." I told him, walking over and getting on my bike. "I walk away when she walks away. If you don't let her or tell her to go, you'll have to fight me as well."

And right there was when I knew that Owen Shaw, the brother I grew up with. The one who picked fights with the people who hurt me or made fun of me when I was a kid; was gone. Because he just nodded.