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"You gonna stick by me?"

"Maybe…."

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After dropping Letty off at school I headed to the garage. I just needed to finish up a few things…I should've known there was no way things would go like I'd planned.

I'd been at the garage about ten minutes when my phone started beeping, signaling I had a new text. I was laughing when I saw it was from Letty, but I stopped laughing pretty quick after I'd read the damn thing.

"Fuck!" I yelled, my voiced echoing off the concrete floors of the garage, sound bouncing around the small space before dissipating. I could feel the rage building in my stomach, but I couldn't do a damned thing to stop it. "I'm gonna fuckin' kill him…." I growled, stomping towards my car.

"Where the fuck are you goin', man?" Vince called out after me. "You just got here!"

"I'm gonna make sure that little punk stays the fuck away from Letty!" I yelled back at him, barely able to see straight.

"The hell are you talkin' 'bout?" Vince asked, following behind me.

"I'm talkin' about this, Vince!" I yelled, turning and shoving my phone at him, the text Letty'd sent still on the screen.

He laughed…the bastard actually started laughing. And lemme tell ya, it wasn't the first time I wondered why Vincent Morelli was my best friend, and it wasn't the last time either. But when somebody's stuck by you from third grade on, they start thinkin' they can pull shit like that.

"Oh, you think it's funny?" I demanded, glaring at him.

"For fuck's sake…c'mon, brotha…" Vince sighed, still laughing. "You know she wouldn't touch Miguel with a ten-foot pole, let alone suck him off 'cause she's pissed at you…wha'd you do, anyway?"

"Like he ain't been droolin' over her, ever since I got back home?" I asked, getting up in V's face, ready for a fight, and he was the most convenient person to get into it with right that second.

"An' who's she been sleepin' with, Dom?" he asked slowly, only pissin' me off more.

"Me, but…" I growled, "that's not the point, V! She's…" I stopped abruptly, almost started laughing at myself. "She's tryin' t'fuck with me!"

"No shit, Sherlock…" Vince laughed. "An' ma always said you were th'smart one, outta us two…."

Even though I couldn't quite believe what I was doing, I asked Vince for advice. "Great…so what do I do now?"