You ride. I ride.

36. Poli

<Letty's POV>

I hated police stations. I hate the police to be exact. That and the question whether they would catch Dom was circling through my head whilst I was sitting in the waiting room until my lie detector test. 

"Police stations are the worst," Deckard smiled at me from above. 

"Obviously. What are you here for?" I had to say, Owen's brother wasn't that bad to hang out with. He was a real help after my huge fight with Dom, even checked up on me once I fled from the pharmacy. 

"Interrogation. Some questions about Owen. You here for Dom?" 

"Lie detector test." 

"That's tough, you wanna practice your lies first?" He joked. 

"Nah, I'm good. Don't know shit anyways."

"That's a good thing, believe me."

"You honestly defending that prick who left his family all alone, fleeing to God knows where?" 

"Well, I do know some stuff, which is why I have to pay a lawyer and prepare for interrogation in Owen's trial." 

"They're actually putting you up on the stand against your own brother?" I laughed, the legal system was a joke. Maybe I was glad that I didn't have to go through that with Dom. I couldn't imagine betraying him. 

"Yeah, I had to learn sentences like: I take the fifth." 

I laughed. 

"How long is his sentence going to be?" 

"Max 10 years, but that's still a lot," he grumbled. He didn't want me to see, but he showed a glimpse of sadness at the thought of seeing his brother in prison. "But it's better than Dom, he'd face 15 probably." 

"Well, now that he's fled we'll never see him again. So I don't know if that's really better." I said. I hadn't really thought about never seeing Dom again. I pushed that thought to the side, afraid of what I'd feel once I faced my emotions. 

"You'd rather see him in prison than free in the world?"

"I don't know if never seeing your family and living as a ghost fits in the definition of living free."

"I guess that's true, but all I'm saying is that things are never as bad as they seem. And if you ever need company on your midnight drives and your drunken adventures on the beach, give me a call."

"Thanks for the offer but I think I'll pass. I enjoy the solitude." 

Officer Bennett called my name and waved me to follow him. I stood up, hearing Deckard yelling after me. 

"Don't be so selfish Leticia, you're not the only one who has criminal family problems." 

I suppressed a smile, turning around squinting my eyes at him as if I was angry. Maybe I would give him a call. 

"Take a seat, we'll get you hooked up right away," the officer said before a petite blonde started attaching wires to me. 

"We're finished," she mumbled a few minutes later and sat down behind her laptop. 

"Okay, so let's begin with some routine questions." 

"Please state your name, date of birthday and nationality." 

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<Three weeks later> 

I had taken Deckard up on that offer. We met almost three times a week at our local bar, which conveniently happened to be the bar one of his friends worked at. 

"Free drinks," he yelled walking over to me with two bottles of scotch. I had to say that dude was really classy. 

"What are you thinking?" He asked, raising his eyebrows. 

"How do you earn money?" 

"You're already drunk, Letty. Come on," he groaned. 

"No seriously," I slurred. Oh jeez, I was really drunk. But to be fair, I just didn't want to think of Dom anymore. He left me. Hadn't reached out once. To be honest, I was still hoping for him to drop by someday and ask me to run away with him. 

"I'm a mafia boss and secret service agent," he whispered into my ear. 

"Oh really, like a double agent?" I leaned forward excited, bumping my head against his. He grinned at my clumsiness. 

"Yeah, totally. My name is actually Liam Buckingham."

"Like that palace in London. Are you part of the royal family?" 

"Yes, I am the king of Great Britain. But it has to stay a secret all right?" he whispered. I giggled. 

"The king?" I whispered. 

"Yes, and now the king is going to bring you home cause you are clearly not sober enough to drive."

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Mia didn't think that I noticed, but I did. Even when I was drunk she had an obvious tell when lying. It was suspicious enough when she suddenly stopped talking in the midst of a sentence. 

"and I...," she stopped, her eyes growing big, not moving. "Letty, you're home. I thought you were going out." 

"Who are you talking to?" I asked, stumbling over some shoes in the hallway. From her tense posture, I could tell that it was Dom. 

My voice grew louder, drawing the attention of the boys in the living room to our conversation. "He actually calls you?" Which first came out as an outburst simmered down to a quiet whisper. "He calls you," I cried as I realized what that meant. 

He could have contacted me but chose to avoid me. He didn't want to talk to me. He didn't care at all. And whilst the tears rolled down my cheeks slowly, and I curled into Deckard's chest for some comfort, I realized that I had reached stage 4. Depression. 

From then on, I didn't talk much to anyone but Dex. They all seemed to either talk about Dom or remind me of him somehow, and I was trying everything in my power to get over him. Yes, you heard right, I was finally trying to get over him and my efforts were showing results only to get crushed 6 weeks later.