You ride. I ride.

30. Tran again

<Letty's POV>

Fuck. Fuck Fuck Fuck. Dom confessed his feelings and is trying to change. Yet, something is holding me back. Why wasn't I happy?

"I don't get it Let, that dude hasn't touched any girl in two weeks, I'm pretty sure that's a new record. And you really don't know what's going on?" Vince asked, looking at Dom who was talking to Hector in the midst of a party, instead of grinding against some cheap skank.

"No idea," I lied. I didn't want the gang to know every detail of what was going on between Dom and me. Yet, I felt sceptical that he hadn't told them already.

Dom noticed us staring at him, frowning for a short second before walking towards us.

"Why aren't you with that blondie from earlier?" He asked Vince, clearly trying to get rid of him.

"I could ask you the same thing, brother. Saw the twins gawping at you earlier. You never say no to that. I mean who would?"

"I would," I mumbled, forgetting that the two could hear me.

"Come on, Letty for Monica and Rachel, even you'd be into girls. Some girl on girl action, a pillow fight, or even -".

I punched Vince in the arm before he could carry on with his pervy fantasy. He grumbled something at me, probably a curse before he trotted off.

"He's not wrong, you would look good with another girl wrapped around you," Dom agreed.

"You wanna get punched too?"

"I think I might be the only guy in this room who could handle that."

"Cocky, I see."

A comfortable silence followed. My eyes fell on the twins who were now talking to Leon but still snuck the occasional glance to Dom.

"But honestly, why aren't you with the twins? Or with anyone else for that matter? You won the race, that's your post-win ritual."

"What is?"

"Claiming your prize," I wiggled with my eyebrows, signalizing what I meant.

He grinned, "Will you be my trophy?"

"You really think that line is gonna work?"

"I thought it might just charm your shirt off," He wiggled with his eyebrows too.

I had to admit he was a damn smooth talker.

"Or maybe I'll just charm you a ring on your finger?" He grinned in that sly way he does, raising an eyebrow a sparkle in his eyes, telling you that all logic and reasoning was about to fly out of the window.

"You proposing to me, Toretto?"

"Told you I was playing for keeps."

"Didn't think you were planning so far ahead."

"I'm full of surprises. I'll show you mine if you show me yours," he grinned.

"Tit for tat sort of thing?" I laughed.

"So to speak." He leaned down, trying to kiss me, but I backed off.

"It's not going to be that easy."

"Can't blame a man for trying." He paused for a second, " And believe me, I'll keep on trying."

"Who says I'm gonna give in?" I challenged.

"Baby, I need you."

"Really?" I raised an eyebrow. "Need?"

He nodded. "Need." He bent down, whispering into my ear. "You're the only one that can tame me."

A shiver ran down my spine hearing these words.

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"You bastard!" A loud voice rippled through the party, causing everyone to stop for a second. The music got turned down, the party banter abruptly stopped and everyone stood still as Johnny Trance, followed by Lance and his crew interrupted the party.

Dom emerged out of the kitchen, he and Tran now standing face to face.

"You should get out Johnny before we beat the shit out of you."

"Wouldn't be so sure about that, Dommy," he replied, revealing several machine guns the crew had brought with them. Whilst Dom and the guys had always kept a clean sheet when it came to the possession of weapons, Tran's crew often used them as a means of intimidation.

"You gonna massacre all of us," Dom gestured to the roughly 50 people gathered in the house, most of who weren't staying as calm as he was.

"I think your car has been enough fun for us to destroy today," Tran grinned.

Dom clenched his fist. His car was like a child to him, especially since his fathers passing, that car was the only thing that connected him to his father's memory.

"You better not have touched my car."

"Maybe you shouldn't have fucked my sister then." With those final words, his gang left the house.

Oh, no. Dom's player ways had finally caught up with him. Shit. Johnny wasn't messing around, who knew how far he would go for revenge. But I didn't get why he had waited for so long? He knew about Dom and his sister for quite some while, so why show up now?

"Everyone out!" Mia started to yell, clearly annoyed and aggravated by her brother's immaturity. Dom hadn't hesitated. As soon as Tran had left, he leapt out of the nearest window, running towards his car parked in the driveway. All everyone could hear from inside was fists bashing against the metal of the car, indicating that Johnny had done some real damage.

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"Letty?" The hoarse, deep voice of Dom woke me up.

"Yes?"

"Can I sleep here tonight?" He asked with a fragility in his voice that made me question how bad Tran's revenge was.

I lifted up the covers, telling him to come in. He turned off the light in the hallway and snuck through the darkness towards my bed, slipping in next to me. His strong arms found their way around my curled up body, pulling me towards him. He inhaled deeply, finding comfort in our close proximity.

"How bad is it?"

"It's not even a car anymore," he whispered, the sadness in his voice audible. I kissed him on the forehead, showing my compassion.

Destroying Dom's car was a mean and crude move on Tran's side. But still, I could only imagine that Dom would do the same if he were in Tran's shoes. Everyone knew the extent of his protectiveness over Mia.

"I don't know what he's gonna do next, Let," he whispered. "I don't want to put you or Mia in danger."

It was sweet of him to put me and Mia before himself. He had always been a protective and caring person when it came to his family.

"We'll figure it out, Dom."

"Good night, Letty," he pecked me on the lips softly. Before pulling me even closer into his embrace.