A/N: Hey guys long time no read. I've been really busy. I had an idea pop into my head. It's kinda short. Let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from the fast and furious series.

It was late evening, and Letty had her music blaring. She was singing along to the Supremes, while she made herself an afternoon snack. She was tapping her foot and shaking her hips as if only she existed in a quirky world of her making. "Baby love, my baby love..." She hummed, placing a small piece of turkey in her mouth as she tinkered with her meal. Letty was so in-tuned with Diana Ross' vocals that she almost missed the hard knock at the door. Letty was not expecting guests. Her boyfriend had left on a business trip for the week and she was relishing in the much-needed alone time. She turned down the volume, uncertain if she had heard anything at all. The pounding knock persisted as she soon realized who was on the other end of the door.

"What are you doing here?" Letty growled at the sight of Dominic Toretto. The young man stood before her with a large smile on his face.

"Aren't you going to let me in?"

"No", she dismissed. The young Latina was in no mood to deal with her ex. Dominic's hulking shoulders slowly rose and sunk in amusement as he chuckled.

"Ortiz you always knew how to make a man want to beg." He told her eyeing lecherously as she stood in the doorframe in her boy shorts and tank top.

"Are you done? Can you leave now?" Letty asked rhetorically while attempting to shut the door in Dom's face, but he was able to halt her actions and pushed past her.

"Is lover boy away?" Dom asked cheekily as he wandered into her expensively modern apartment. "I'm guessing he is since you only sing when you think no one's looking."

"That's none of your business. May I help you with something." She spat at him.

"Yes, actually you can." He said slumping down on her couch.

"Are you serious right now?" Dom sighed happily at the fact he was once again in her presence.

"Let I know you hate me-"

"That's the understatement of the year." She huffed rolling her eyes causing him to smirk.

"I'm not here for that. I know you won't take me back anytime soon."

"How about never?"

"Aww baby, you know we're meant to be."

"Leave", she told him coldly.

"I have a proposition for you."

"I don't care."

"Let me rephrase that." Dom said clearing his throat. "We have a business proposition for you."

"Who's we?"

"Who do you think?" After her explosive break up with Dom, Letty had distanced herself from the crew. The boys missed her and saw an upcoming heist as an opportunity to bring her in. She had kept in touch with Vince, but Letty understood where his loyalties laid. "Anyway", Dom continued. "To weeks, three million dollars, Vegas"

"Find someone else." Letty told him with an apathetic shrug.

"I repeat, three million dollars."

"I repeat, find someone else."

"They won't do it without you!" Dom insisted.

"Then you're shit out of luck because I'm never working with you again."

"I'll be a complete professional."

"No you won't."

"Is this about lover boy? He don't have to know."

"The answer is still no. Now get the hell out Dom before I pull out my piece." Dom laughed at her threat and raised his hands up in the air in surrender.

"Alright, alright, I'll go, but think about it. They miss you. I miss you." He told Letty softly as he attempted tuck a stray hair behind her ear, but she smacked his hand away. He disappointedly walked out of her apartment and she slammed the door behind him.

"Asshole!" Letty yelled before blaring her music once again. She attempted to get back into the carefree mood she had been in, but Dom had gotten under her skin as he always did. It had been months since she had last seen him, and almost two years since their break-up. As she sat pensively in her kitchen, memories were threatening to drown her. His smell had invaded her apartment. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't escape him.

Moments after their encounter, Dom sighed heavily as he entered his LA home.

"Was she there?" Vince's voice shouted out from the kitchen.

"Yeah", Dom informed him defeatedly as his best friend handed him a Corona.

"That bad?"


"I'll talk to her. I knew having you go down there was a mistake."

"I needed to see her V. I needed an excuse."

"Well you should have thought of that before."

"She'll do it. She's probably cursing under her breath or slamming things, but she wouldn't give up three million dollars."

"I'm not so sure. She has plenty of money."

"You and I know it's never been about money. Money has just been an excuse for what we love to do."

"Ripping people off?" Vince asked with a smirk.

"We don't just rip anyone off. I have morals." Dom told him in mock offense.

"I'll call her tonight. You handle setting this up. I'll handle her." Vince told him opening his beer. "She likes me."

"Yeah Vince, just rub it in." Dom said rolling his eyes.

"Hey man, it's not my fault you fucked up."

"It doesn't mean it's forever. She'll always be mine."

"I used to think that, but what about Owen? They seem pretty serious."

"Fuck that guy." Dom dismissed causing Vince to laugh aloud. "Where the boys at? We got shit to do."