Rickie and Angela were sitting around the dining room table. Both were staring at a crumpled piece of paper in front of him.

"I haven't spoken to her in a year Angela" He was worried. His last meeting with Rayanne didn't go very smoothly, she had taken a hundred bucks out of Katimski's wallet and stolen his watch that Katimski had bought him as a Christmas present.

"So what? You think I'm like dying to see her? She's the last person I'd want to meet again" Angela replied.

Rickie picked up the paper and sighed. He took a deep breath and picked up the phone. He dialled the number slowly, as if expecting the paper to explode in his hand.

"Rayanne? It's Rickie.."

Angela watched closely as Rickie spoke with Rayanne, heart racing. The doorbell rang and Angela jumped in her skin. She got up from her chair and went to answer the door.

Jordan stood there meeting Angela's eyes with his.

"Hey" he said, softly.

"Hi" said Angela, her face was expressionless. She let Jordan in and they both walked over to the sofa. He sat down , staring at his hands.

"Angela..Rayanne did come over last night. She stayed for a coffee and left. I swear to you that's all that happened. I must have like...fell asleep or something 'cos when I woke up she had gone"

Angela looked at his face, she could see the honesty in his eyes and knew he was telling the truth.

"Why didn't you tell me Jordan?" She asked.

Jordan moved closer to her and took her hand in his. "Because I know how much she hurt you, how much I hurt you back then...I wanted to like, protect you from hearing anything about her"

"You should have told me Jordan, I can handle anything you tell me, as long as I hear it from you first"

Jordan pulled her into a hug. Angela didn't respond, she let her arms stay at her sides, willing them to stay there.

"She's on her way over" said Rickie. "She sounds wasted"

Jordan looked up and released Angela. "Wasted? But she told me she didn't drink any-more" he was confused.

Rickie laughed bitterly "She's been drinking for years, she'll never stop"

Jordan looked back to Angela, who was now deep in thought. All she could think about was the things that Rayanne had said on the phone. She had a mental image of Jordan and Rayanne fucking and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't erase it.

"Why did she say you slept with her Jordan?" Angela was getting persistent and accusing.

"I have no fuckin idea babe" sighed Jordan. "Maybe to like..get back at you or something.."

Angela looked at Jordan, wanting to believe him but the doubt on her face was obvious. Jordan noticed her expression and right then felt his heart tear, he felt as if he'd just been kicked in the stomach.

The doorbell rang and Angela, Rickie and Jordan looked around at each other. Their face's were etched with every emotion imaginable fear, hate, disgust, sympathy and worry.

"I'll get the door" Whispered Rickie.

As Rickie opened the door, Rayanne stumbled into his home. "Vasquez" she cried, throwing her arms around him. "How have you been baby? Long time no see"

Rickie pulled away from her. "True" He replied. "I haven't seen you since you stole from my home"

Rayanne noticed Jordan and Angela and a slight smile formed on her face. " Vasquez, for that I apologise, you'll have your money back soon enough"

"Well well well, If it isn't Angelica and Catalano" she said sarcastically.

Angela could feel the heat rising in her cheeks and she stood up. "What the fuck are you up to Rayanne?"

"Oh sweet Angelica" she leered. "I have something you want to see..I told you I had proof" She reached into her bag and pulled out her cellphone with a smug look etched on her face.

"Before I show you guys this, I want something from you Catalano" She drawled.

Both Angela's and Jordan's eyes were fixed to the phone in Rayanne's hand. They looked at eachother. Angela with fear and doubt in her face and Jordan with utter confusion.

"What the fuck are you on about?" spat Jordan.

"Thing is Catalona..I'm rather strapped for green at the moment. You know..Dollars?" She had her eyebrows arched as she addressed him. "And well, I know you have plenty of money so I thought I'd see you before I try to sell this" She held up her phone suggestively.

S-s-s Sell what?" stammered Angela, worry now clear in her voice.

"See for yourself honey, you think he's squeaky clean and faithful to you? Pah! Take a look"

She put on her recording of her and Jordan and then handed Angela the phone. Rickie and Jordan gathered around her so they could also view watch Angela was about to see.

Rayanne flounced into an armchair, she put some gum in her mouth and waited for their reactions.

Angela saw Jordan Lying on the sofa, he appeared to be naked and sleeping. She then saw a naked ass come into view blocking the camera and realised it was Rayanne walking towards Jordan. She saw Rayanne climb on Jordan and start kissing him.

Angela put her hand to her mouth to suppress the vomit that had risen to her throat, Jordan just stood there jaw wide open. He couldn't beleive what he was seeing.

Angela continued to watch as she saw Rayanne grinding away on Jordan. She turned to Rickie who had began to back away from them and finally looked back at Jordan to see tears streaming down his face.

"Angela I swear to you, I haven't done anything.." He felt sick and he wanted to kill Rayanne, what had she done to him?

Angela felt the colour and energy drain from her very being, she felt defeated and all she knew was that she needed to be away from them all.

"Get out of my way" She cried as she shoved Jordan out of way, phone still in her hand and ran to the bathroom.

Rayanne sighed and then giggled. "She always..like.. cries!" That's it Angelica, you go sob into the bathroom"

Rickie ran after Angela as Jordan just stood there glaring at Rayanne.

"So Catalano..Let's talk money shall we?"