Page 55 of Vicious Vows

I went straight for the small apartment across town I knew she'd like to stay at when she wasn't at work. A work that took on a new meaning to me now.

Before, I thought she was just a waitress or something; I had no idea that she was actually selling herself to anyone that would pay her a little bit of money. At least that's what I thought from all the men that had approached me during my time with Dominic. As hard as it was for me to say it, my sister was a whore.

The door was locked, but I knew she had a spare key on the other side of the building in case she left hers somewhere. I grabbed the key and simply let myself into her place. It was a bad idea.

"Fuck yes. Break this pussy!" Farrah moaned from the back, and I caught myself standing still in the hall that led to the back room. She wasn't here alone. I pulled the hoodie tighter over my face, worried that someone would see me. I didn't want where I was to get back to Dominic.

"Fuck me harder, Jim! Fuck me like you hate me!" My sister ordered, and I heard a man grunt.

"Shit, you're dirty. I love that shit." He answered followed by more grunts.

"You close, Daddy?" My sister asked in a high-pitched fake falsetto.

"So fucking close. I didn't think your pussy would be this good. I can't hold back." He grunted again followed by two more deep huffs of breath.

Almost as quickly as it started, it was over. I'd been in the house all of three minutes, and whatever it was that they were doing in there was already over. I couldn't help but chuckle. I'd only been with Dominic, but our times together were always long and satisfactory, minus the first time, that is.

Even when he wasn't inside of me, by the time I'd finished, there was no way I'd be able to ask him any questions; I would already be burnt out.

"That was so good, Jim," Farrah said in a soft voice, and I pressed my back against the wall, willing myself to be smaller.

"Yeah, my name is Tim," the man responded, and I couldn't help but slap my hand to my forehead. Farrah didn't even know who she was fucking.

"Oh, I'm sorry, baby. You got my mind all scrambled up."

There were a few grumbles and the sound of someone getting dressed.

"What the fuck is this?" He asked as he slid out of the room. I pulled my face down, desperately trying to make sure he couldn't see me.

"I'm not here for seconds; you can be on your way."

"Who the hell is in my house?" Farrah called out from the back.

"Another girl. I didn't know this was a group party," Tim said and took a step in my direction.

"You touch me, I'll slice your cock off." I didn't bother to look up at him; my threat was more than enough.

"Fuck this, I've got to get back to work." The man walked away from me at the same time my sister stuck her head out of the room. She was wearing a silk robe and held a gun in her hand. My eyes popped up to hers, surprised to see that she'd have a weapon. I never thought she'd be the type, but I guess in her line of work, she'd need to have some form of protection.

It dawned on me how little I knew about her.

"Go on, Tim. I'll see you next week, okay?" Farrah shooed him along and grabbed hold of my arm to pull me in the room.

"What the hell are you doing here, Faye? Are you out of your mind?" She hissed in my direction before she closed the bedroom door and plopped down on the bed where she tossed the gun to the side and picked up a small stack of cash.

"The question is, what the hell are you doing here? Is this how you make your money?"

"Oh, don't get all high and mighty on me now. Last time I checked, you were fucking one of the baddest men in the city and getting paid well to do it," Farrah rolled her eyes and continued to count the cash.

Again, she seemed to be under this delusion that anything that had happened between Dominic and me was my doing, like I sought him out just so I could get my hands on his money.

"Farrah, I don't give a fuck about his money. I never have, and I never will."

She sighed hard and put the money away. "Like I said, Faye, what are you doing here?" Her head popped up, and the color drained from her face. "You bitch, you brought him here, didn't you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Dominic, you brought him here to get me. You snitched on me again!"

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