Chapter 22

"You gotta be fuckin kidding me," Letty huffed as she entered the garage, looking around. "I don't hear from you for two months and you called me in for this?!" She raised her voice, for Dom had failed to acknowledge her as she walked in.

"Yeah. And?" he replied nonchalantly.

"And?" she laughed at his stupidity, "Dom, there's two cars in here and one in the lot. How you gonna tell me that your stranded?"

"Vince and Leon made a parts run."

"And you can't handle three fucking cars Dom?" she rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I can't believe you. I'm outta here," she turned and began to head out of the garage.

What an asshole. Two whole months and not a word from him and he picks now to call her? He'd woken her up at 7:30 in the morning to come bail him out because he couldn't handle three fucking cars? What an idiot.

"Letty wait," he called, appearing from behind the desk. "I'm sorry," he laughed. "I knew you wouldn't come if I'd just asked, so..."

"So you tricked me," Letty snapped. "You're an asshole. I'm leaving."

"Let..." he grabbed her arm gently, turning her around. He couldn't help but take notice of her new curves. Vince was right, her boobs were huge.

"Dom!" she yelled, as she caught him eyeing her cleavage.

God, she was so pissed, but yet he couldn't take his eyes off her.

She was so beautiful when she was pissed...

"What the fuck is so goddamn funny Dom?" she yelled, annoyed that he'd woke her out of a peaceful sleep for nothing. Asshole. "Well, you got me here. What do you want?"

"You want something to drink?" he asked, searching through the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water and offering it to her.

"No," she waved it away. "Dom seriously, just tell me what the hell you want so I can go back to bed."

"I broke up with Debbie," he replied nonchalantly as he put the bottle of water back into the fridge.

Letty cocked an eyebrow, placing a hand on her hip. "You called me here to tell me that? Are you fucking serious?"

"Aren't you gonna ask me why?" he said, still facing the fridge.

"What?" Letty almost had to laugh at what an idiot he was. Was he insane? "Dom, it's none of my business. Why would I care?"

"Ask me why," he repeated, shutting the refrigerator door, walking towards her.

"Oh jezus Dom," Letty rolled her eyes. "Fine. Why?"

Dom leaned back against the car, crossing his arms. "When I met Debbie four years ago, I thought I could move on... learn to love somebody else. And the thing is, I did. I did love Debbie."

"Dom, seriously, why..." she scoffed. Why was he doing this? Was he trying to hurt her?

"But I wasn't in love with her," he stated before adding, "you see, I've only been in love with one woman in my life."

Letty shoved her hands in the pockets of her jeans, unsure of where he was going with any of this.

"I fucked up Let. Treated you like shit. It's my fault what happened to us. All of it. You had every right to walk away from me. And I don't blame you. But..." he continued, his voice soft, slightly above a whisper, "you drive me fucking crazy Letty," he growled, stepping toward her, grabbing her lightly around her waist. "You're all I think about."

Letty wasn't surprised at his words. It's not like she hadn't heard them before. Usually it was when they were drunk or during sex, so she never took him too seriously. But now they were neither drunk nor in bed, and he never looked more serious.

"So what are you saying Dom?" she asked, a hint of caution in her voice.

"I want you back," he said matter of factly. "I want us back."

Letty tensed against his grip, "It's not that easy Dom."

"Don't tell me you don't want us back Letty, I know you do."

Of course she wanted him back. She wanted him back more than anything. It's all she thought about. Being apart from him was nothing less than torture. But she would be stupid to pretend that she wasn't afraid of being hurt again.

"I'm not saying that. It's just...how do I know it'll be different this time?"

She wanted him to say it. She wasn't sure what 'it' was, but she knew that if she heard it, she'd know.

"Look Let, I can't promise that things will be perfect. I know that we had problems, most of which were my fault. I just... I tried to for four years to live a life without you in it. I can't do it," he said softly. "I need you."

For a brief second Letty turned to total mush in his arms, his words had never been so sincere. She let him pull her closer as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"What do you say? You wanna start over with me?" he asked, the corners of his lips turning up into a smile. "Wanna start over from scratch?"

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