You ride. I ride.

8. Whore

Dom's POV

"Dom?!" Vince yells from outside. I excuse myself from the dinner table, my father nodding in approval.

"What's up?"

"Just wanted to make sure you're coming to the party tonight," he mumbled, glancing at the floor. It was obvious that he was lying.

"As long as there are booze and chicks, I'll be there."

"Are you sure I can make a move on Letty? You know I'd never betray you, brother."

I smile at his loyalty. Vince was a brother to me. "Vince, I don't care if you go after Letty. I mean have you seen her? Which man wouldn't," I grin slightly.

"A man who knows my right hook wouldn't," Letty rolled out from underneath her Plymouth, startling the both of us. "You really should hold these conversations in private."

"Ah, Letty. Still eavesdropping on conversations?" I ask, trying to distract her from the fact that I totally insulted her. I felt a little guilty, knowing that we had been friends forever.

"Only listening to the interesting ones," she replied coolly. She had grease smeared all over her face, strands of hair sticking to her sweaty skin. Still, I could not want her any more. I had to grab onto my Corona a little tighter to suppress the urge to pick her up and slam her against the hood of the Plymouth like a did a few days ago.

"So, Vince I'm looking forward to your efforts. Let's see what you bring to the table," she smirked at him, slapping his ass as she walked away. He blushed slightly, my brows furrowing as she winks at him. "Oh, and Dom. You need to stop being such a dick. I'll be waiting for an apology!" She yells as she walks inside.

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She is leaning against the counter of the kitchen, sipping on her Corona. The party hadn't even started, but she was already looking drunk. She somehow managed to hop onto the counter, smiling as she saw me staring at her from the living room. I stood up and walked towards her, snatching the bottle from between her fingers.

"Hey!" She pouted.

"Are you trying to drown your sorrows? The party hasn't even started."

"You know what they say. It's 5 o'clock somewhere," she grins, taking the Corona out of my hands.

"Letty," I try to start a conversation, but she interrupts me. "If this is your way of apologising it really sucks." She states bluntly, seeing right through the bullshit.

"What do you want me to say? I don't owe you shit," I spit at her, expecting for her to look hurt. To be honest, I had expected her to get jealous and protective over me, act a little like a girlfriend. Instead, she grinned widely.

"We've been friends forever, Dom. I'm basically Mia's sister. Your father sees me as his daughter. You can't run from what happened between us as you do with other girls and that scares the shit out of you."

"You know that's bullshit!" I encounter. I ain't scared of anything. Especially not of a 16-year-old girl who thinks back talking makes her all tough.

"You know what's bullshit, Dom? You making the greatest efforts to make me jealous whilst not succeeding." She laughs at me.

"Go home, kid." I shake my head and leave her alone. Although I tried the hardest to deny it, I knew that she had a point.  

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I'm making out with two chicks at once. The blonde kissing down my neck whilst the redhead is attached to my lips. I smirk at my current situation. Yet, I noticed the blonde struggling to find my sweet spot.