Chapter Thirty-Eight

�You gonna stick by me?

�Maybe�.�

**

Dom, Leon, Amber, Mia and me had become sort of a little family, gotten closer than ever over the summer. We had a routine, we knew each other, we had a secret to keep� Everything changed, though, when Vince got home.

�Fuck,� I muttered as I walked in the front door of Dom�s place. The whole house reeked of booze and sweat, and I wasn�t at all surprised to find Vince sprawled out across the couch, surrounded by empty beer bottles. The two chicks were kind of a surprise, though, if only �cause they were making out with each other while Vince watched.

�Hey girl, why don�t you come join the party?� he asked, lighting a cigarette.

I�d spent all morning in the garage with Dom, trying to figure out why the fuck his car was making this god-awful knocking noise every time he shifted into third gear. We had no clue what was causing it, and so Dom hadn�t raced in three weeks. I was covered in grease, between the races and Dom I�d gotten barely four hours of sleep the night before, I was irritated with Dom�s car, and in absolutely no mood to put up with Vince�s bullshit. All I wanted was to relax for a few minutes, take a shower, and then have a nap while Dom and Mia got the barbecue ready for dinner.

�You better put that shit out before Mia comes in,� I told Vince, ignoring his question. �You know how much she hates it when people smoke in the house.�

�Mia can kiss my ass,� Vince said, his voice muffled by the cigarette in his mouth. �Now come on, Letty, baby� You know you want a piece of this action,� he continued, leaning forward and rubbing his hand over Marcy�s ass.

�When are you gonna stop living in a fantasy world, Vince?� I asked, glaring at him.

�C�mon Letty, why you always gotta be such a fucking prude?� Vince asked, smirking at me. �You don�t fuck the boys�you don�t fuck the girls� Why don�t you let somebody - anybody - get in there and just fuck you senseless already? Release some of that tension, make you less of a bitch� Or you still holding out for Dom? Hoping he�ll decide he wants your pussy? Trust me, honey�it ain�t gonna happen, not with you lookin� like that��

�Why you always gotta be such a fucking asshole, Vince?� I interrupted him, storming out onto the porch.

Vince had been acting weird towards me ever since he got out of juvie. Complete fucking asshole� Every time I turned around he was making some disgusting comment, suggesting people that I should fuck. If I hadn�t known better, I never would�ve believed he was the same guy who swore he�d protect me after Dom got sent to Lompoc. It was like somewhere during the time he�d been gone he�d decided that he hated me�