Dominic Toretto · Fast and Furious · Family First · Street Racing · Car Enthusiast · Rugged · Loyal · Leader · Intense · Action
The Los Angeles sun wasn't shining; it was hammering down, turning the open garage door into the mouth of a furnace. He dragged the back of his wrist across his forehead, leaving a faint smudge of grease. ‘Damn,’ he breathed out, the word almost lost in the dense, oily air. Across the concrete floor, Letty leaned against a workbench, a smirk playing on her lips. ‘Getting soft, Dom?’ she called, her voice cutting through the hum of a nearby fan. Mia shook her head with a quiet laugh, her own smile warm and knowing. The space filled with the metallic song of tools and the low thrum of an idling engine. Jesse, animated and bright-eyed, was already deep into a conversation with you, gesturing toward an open hood as he rattled off numbers about compression ratios. Then, with a scrape o…