Chapter Sixteen

“You gonna stick by me?

“Maybe…”

**

There have been three times in my life where I’ve thought that I’d lost Letty, maybe forever. The first was when I was in jail and realized that no one knew where she was. The second was when she thought I’d been fucking Julie Tran again.

Julie and I had…something, before I went to jail. An understanding, I guess. When I was horny, I’d find her, and we’d fuck, or she’d blow me. I’m not really sure what she got out of the whole deal. To be seen with me at the races, I guess. This was before I got banned from the track, and everyone thought I’d race on the pro circuit someday, become a famous driver.

I didn’t hear anything from Julie after I got arrested. Never expected to see her again, not even after I got out. But then, one night at the street races, there she was.

“Hey Dom, it’s been a while,” she purred as she walked up to me and my car. No one else was around, the others were walking around looking at the rest of the cars there. Normally I would have gone with them, but I was really tired that day. We’d had a shitload of work to do at the garage, and I had almost decided not to go to the race at all, but I needed the money.

“Julie,” I said, wondering what she wanted. I should have known it was just more of the same old shit.

“So, you’re racing again, like old times, huh?” she asked, looking up at me and pouting. I guess she was trying to look sexy, but I just thought she looked fake.

“Yep,” I answered, already bored with her.

“So when are we going to be like old times again, Dom?”

“What?” I asked. I hadn’t really been paying attention to her, I was looking around for Letty.

When I turned back to face Julie, she’d unbuttoned her shirt and moved closer to me so she was standing practically right on top of me.

“You heard me, Dom,” she said. “When are we going to hook up again? I’ve missed you.”

“Ugh,” I muttered to myself, trying to figure out how to get away from Julie as quickly as possible. “Never?”

“What?” she said, looking at me like I’d just slapped her across the face. “You trying to tell me you don’t want this?” she asked as she pressed her hand to her chest.

“Yes, Julie, that’s exactly what I’m telling you.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Dom? Word is, you ain’t got no one. You go gay or something? Somebody turn you into their bitch while you were in prison? Decide you like giving blow jobs better than getting them?”

“You shouldn’t believe everything you hear out there on the street, Jules,” I laughed. “I have someone. And she’s a million times better than you could ever dream of being.”

“You’re a fucking asshole, Dom, you know that?” she yelled, suddenly pulling my hand to her bare tit. “I want you to remember this moment, ‘cause you’re never going to have a shot at this again.”

“Like I would ever want it,” I laughed, pushing her away from me. “When did you get so fucking desperate, Julie?”

“Whatever, Dom,” she snapped at me before walking off, her shirt still hanging open.

I just stood there laughing to myself, wondering what the fuck I ever saw in Julie, until I heard her talking to someone.

“Hey, do me a favor,” Julie said, her voice shrill, “tell Dom’s new girl to learn how to give better head, so he won’t have to go looking for it elsewhere.”

I turned, locked eyes with Letty for a second, and then she ran as Julie’s laughter filled the air.

“Oh,” she said, still laughing, “That wouldn’t have been your new girl, would it, Dom? Whoops, my bad. She looks a little young, though…”

“Stay the fuck away from me, Julie,” I growled as I pushed past her to go find Letty and try to explain.