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… |