Dominic POV
The second those words left Marty’s mouth—slut her up—my stomach twisted into a knot.
Slut her up?
I tried to keep my expression flat, eyes on the engine as I leaned back under the hood of the Camaro, but my jaw flexed hard enough to crack. I couldn’t focus. The rhythm I’d had going—the tuning, the adjustments—was gone. I was thinking about Kennedy, about how she looked at me when they dragged her into the house, wide-eyed and unsure. About the way she bit her lip and fidgeted with her sleeve like she didn’t want to go.
I hated that party already.
She shouldn’t be going. Not because she’s a kid—because she’s not—but because I knew what happened at parties like that. Especially with guys like Liam throwing them. I knew the kind of crap that went down after a few drinks and
