Page 2 of Vicious Vows

CHAPTER 2

Faye

Farrah wasn’t playing when she told me that they were going to go all out for this date. The high heeled shoes Farrah had me wear made it hard for me to keep up with the large man that was sent to the house to pick me up. He was wearing a tight black turtleneck and black dress pants. On the entire drive over here he didn’t say one word to me.

Farrah warned me that I’d be playing a big part so I didn’t say anything to the man that could tip him off that I wasn’t who I said I was.

We stopped right as we got to the gate and he gestured with his hand that I should continue. A cold chill rushed up my spine as I placed my hand on the hard wrought iron gate. Something felt wrong about this whole thing. I cleared my throat and pushed the gate open. I had to do this for my sister. I had to do this to prove to her that she and I could be a team again.

The valium had taken hold of me the second I slid into the back seat of the car. My head spun slightly but I was happy to say that I was a lot more comfortable than I would’ve been in this situation had I not popped one of my pills. As long as no one notices I’m high I think I’ll be just fine.

I pulled the mint sweater tighter around my body trying to get some warmth I knew I wouldn’t get from the thick fabric. After looking over my clothes one final time I walked down the perfectly manicured walkway and toward a large gothic style building. The nerves I had at the gate tripled as I got closer. It was still pretty earlier in the night, only about six thirty, but I hadn’t seen anyone else besides my driver. If this was supposed to be some big dinner and a show wouldn’t there be more people here to see the show? Unless her date did all of this for her alone.

A fresh wave of fear and uncertainty washed over me as I made my way up the three stone steps that led to the front door. This wasn’t some exclusive restaurant, this was someone’s home. It was a very large and impressive home.

“You can do this Faye. It’s just one date.”

My hand shook as I raised it to knock on the door. It didn't take more than one knock before the door swung open and inside was a large man with black hair and ice blue eyes.

“We thought that we’d have to go find you ourselves Farrah. That would’ve been so much fun.” He leaned in as he spoke. He must know my sister well if he’d be so forward with her.

“Well I’m here.” I said doing my best to put on the no bullshit attitude my sister had. It was always fun to act like I was my sister when I was younger. It gave me a sense of freedom for a short while. I didn’t have to worry about what other people were thinking about me.

“It’s about time, Dom is pissed that it’s taken this long.” The man said as he turned and ushered me inside. His giant hand wrapped around my upper arm as he tugged me along rather roughly.

“Is that necessary? I’m already here. We can get the show on the road.” I said through my gritted teeth trying to ignore the bite of pain on my skin. He turned his head slightly and gave me a tight grin but decided to let my arm go.

With my shoulders pulled back I continued to walk through the large hallway. The walls are lined with expensive artwork. Some I’m sure would cost a pretty penny if anyone would try to auction it. Small knick knacks and books are laid out on every surface and along with this being a very large and ornate house I couldn’t help but notice how untidy it seemed to be. It wasn’t overflowing with garbage or anything like that but nothing seemed to be in its appropriate place.

“Oh Farrah, look at you in white. I wish I could give you one last ride.” A man I hadn’t seen said from the side of me and my first reaction was to shy away from the man but I know Farrah would have done something rude so I decided to flip him off. When he and the man escorting me laughed I figured I’d made the right choice.

The eerie quiet in the house really started to creep me out but I kept on walking through. I’m not sure if it’s because my Valium riddled brain was stopping me from seeing all the danger or because me not screwing this up for Farrah was the most important thing on my mind but I didn’t complain.

“It was nice while it lasted huh?” The man who was escorting me asked right before he put his hand up to open the door in front of me.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh don’t play, Farrah. You know no one fucks you like I can. Doesn’t matter how many of these assholes run through you. Only I can make your leg shake the way I do.” He smirked at me and leaned forward as if he were going to give me a kiss. I shoved my hand up to stop him.

“It obviously wasn’t that good. I mean if it were, would I be here? I don’t think so.” I scoffed and turned away from him. My heart beat fast in my chest but I kept a cool demeanor. When I got home I really needed to send a thank you email to my doctor for those pills. It’s making things much easier than I thought they’d be.

“Fucking bitch.” He muttered, “You deserve everything that’s coming to you.” He snarled.

The complete hatred that I felt coming off his words startled me but it was too late for me to say anything. He’d already opened the door and inside I saw exactly who I was there to have my date with.

The very moment my eyes locked onto his I understood why my sister didn’t want to miss out on this date. The man was somewhere between scary as hell and absolutely mind bogglingly sexy. He was tall, clad in a dark suit with a red tie. His hair is short on the sides and longer on the top. Soft enough for me to think that he didn’t have to use much product but stiff enough for me to know that wasn’t the case. His jaw was covered in a thick beard trimmed close to his face. But it was those eyes that really forced me to catch my breath. His dark eyes froze me in place and it wasn’t until the door behind me was shut I was able to move. I’d never been looked at the way he was looking at me. He tracked every step I made in his direction but instead of his face lighting up with joy when he saw me it was just more anger.

In the room was just one long table surrounded by chairs that looked to be suited for royalty. The floor was covered in a deep red carpet and the windows covered with black and gold treatment. Even the silverware on the table looked to be gold. On the table was enough food to feed an entire football team. Definitely not just for me and my date. There’s no way it could be. Even with the Valium still coursing through my body I couldn’t help but be a little overwhelmed by all the choices sitting there. I saw something I was sure was caviar. I’ve never once in my life eaten that. What do I do if I eat it wrong? I don’t want to embarass myself or Farrah, since that’s who they believe I am.

“You’re going to have to learn how to respect other people’s time, Farrah. I don’t care what part in our lives you’re going to play now.” Another man, sitting on the side of the room with his legs crossed over each other blurted out.

I turned to him, and my anxiety rose a few more notches. The Valium usually did a great job at keeping me even for the night but there was just too much going on and not enough I understood.

“What are you doing here?” I asked,surprising myself.

“Don’t worry, I’m just here to make sure everything goes according to plan.” He smirked at me but the gesture didn’t reach his eyes. They stayed hard and cold.

“Should we get this started?” A man in a long robe asked. He must be the one putting on the show for me and my date.

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