Page 35 of Vicious Vows

"Faye, you're fine. Safe. Living a good life. You should be happy you were as lucky to get someone like Dominic. I'm still living hand to mouth when you're up there in a mansion. Look at all the blessings you have."

I couldn't stop the tears as they trailed down my face. She meant every word she said; she thought this was a great place for me to be. It didn't matter to her that I was scared for my life on a daily basis or that it was supposed to be her in my place. She had no intention of trying to help me. No remorse for basically feeding me to the wolves.

I thought I was helping her, thought I was making up for being a shitty sister when she went off to jail, but now I really see her for what she is: someone who doesn't give a damn about anyone but herself.

I swiped the tears off my face and pulled my shoulders back; I didn't have time to cry. "You know he's not going to just let you wander free, right? If you don't want to help me, at least help yourself."

"He's been looking for me, hasn't he? Because you told. You promised me that you'd keep our secret, and now you've told and gotten me in trouble." She snapped at me like a petulant teenager, but I didn't care.

"Yeah, he's searching for you. He's going to find you too, and I'm not sure just how bad it'll be when he finds you, but I doubt you're going to like it very much." My voice took on a cold tone. I was telling my sister that Dominic was going to kill her the next time he saw her, and I waited for the guilt to follow.

It didn't.

"He won't find me. I know where to go. I'll leave the state." Farrah said quickly.

"You think that'll be enough to keep him away? He's going to search every damn corner of this earth to find you. You're dangerous on the outside. Besides, how would you do that anyway? The people you work with all know Dominic; it's only a matter of time before you need money or something. Don't tell me you're going to get a job?" I nearly laughed at the thought. My sister would never work at a nine-to-five; she was just too lazy for that.

"I mean, you could find a way right? Couldn't you send me some money? Wire it or something. I have your ID, so you can send it in your name, and no one would be the wiser." She asked hopefully, and for the first time, I pulled the phone from my ear and stared at the receiver like I was going out of my mind.

First, she tells me it's my fault for getting raped, and now she's asking me to send her money so she can stay on the run? Farrah is truly out of her mind.

"I'm not sending you a damn thing. Even if I could, why would I go out of my way to help you, and what the hell do you think this is with Dominic? You think he gives me an allowance or something? I have no money." I snapped back.

"That's sad. He could at least make sure you have a few dollars in your pocket. I'm sure after you give him some more loving he'll loosen up on the purse strings."

"I don't want shit from him!" I shouted at her, the sound echoing off the glass walls.

"You just don't fucking learn." A deep masculine voice growled from behind me.

I spun so hard I lost my balance slightly as I turned to see who was behind me. Dominic was standing right at the door, his chest heaving and his eyes storming with anger. I flipped the phone shut in my hand, hung up on Farrah, and took a step back.

Yesterday he accused me of flirting with someone and nearly beat the skin off my ass. He told me I was supposed to stay in the bedroom, and now he's found me up here where I'm not supposed to be, holding a phone I'm not supposed to have, and talking to someone I'm not supposed to be speaking with.

All I can do is close my eyes as I wait for whatever punishment he can think of this time. By the look on his face, I knew it wouldn't end as well as the last time.

CHAPTER 17

Dominic

Of course, she would pull this shit when I was off trying to make sure my brother was still alive.

"What the fuck are you doing up here?" I growled and took another step in her direction.

"Nothing. I mean, I didn't try to leave." She shrugged her shoulders as if that was enough of an answer.

I took a deep breath. Even I knew I was too on edge to deal with her right now, but that didn't erase the fact that she must've thought I was stupid or something.

"You were supposed to stay in the damn room!" I roared and she jerked back putting her hands up to shield her face and showing me once again the phone she had in her hand.

I lunged for her and she had the nerve to try and run away. I wasn't having it.

She raced to the other side of my desk but I wasn't just going to go round and round with her. I latched onto the edge of the heavy wood and flung the entire table on its side so I could get to her.

All the color drained out of her face and she shook her head putting her hands back up to stop my forward progression.

"Who the fuck were you talking to."

Tears streamed down her face, "No one. I found the phone here. I just..."

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