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"Farah, I can't." I shook my head again.

"You will!" She snarled and stepped further in my face.

"Are you threatening me?" I asked not backing away.

"I don't need to threaten you. What the hell do you think is going to happen when Dominic or Antonio figures out what we've got planned? Hell now that you know all the details, you're as much a part of this as I am. I'm in a bad spot as it is; maybe Dominic would spare my life if I told him everything I know. Everything that you know." She raises an eyebrow at me, and I see the deviousness in her gaze. She'd sell me out to save her own hide. Hell, it seemed like she'd sell me out just to make a few dollars.

"You unimaginable bitch. You know I had nothing to do with this." I hiss at her.

"Didn't you? I mean, who the hell agrees to marry someone they don't know and then stays with them." She chuckled and walked over to the chair to pick up a pair of lounge pants to slip on under her robe.

My heart beats a million miles an hour in my chest. Even just thinking about it, I know how unrealistic it sounds. It was dumb of me to think that my sister would help me. Instead, she's just pulling me further and further into the trap.

"It's easy, Faye. You can do this." Farrah eased up a bit and grabbed a tank top to throw on, taking her robe off and slinging it over the back of the chair.

"I can't." I whisper more to myself than to her.

"You can. You're strong."

I shake my head again, not even wanting to entertain this.

"You can. Besides, there's someone else in that house who's got your back. I'm not sure who it is; James never told me but if you get into real trouble, they'll help you out." Farrah nods her head, trying to encourage me.

Before I can open my mouth to say anything else in return, the sound of a door crashing down forces a squeal out of my mouth.

In an instant, heavy footsteps burst into the house, and I hear him.

My captor, my nightmare.

My husband has found me.

When he steps into the room, nothing but pure fury and evil rage in his eyes. All of it was directed at me.

CHAPTER 25

Dominic

I've been such a fucking fool.

Here I am starting to catch feelings for this woman only to find her consorting with the supposed enemy.

"Would you look at that? All that bullshit about no one being able to find your sister and you lead us right to her." I growled at Faye and lunged in Farrah's direction.

The both of them screamed but Farrah was the only one to jump over the bed leaving her sister directly between us.

Once again it strikes me how different the two of them are. Sure from a distance it'd be hard to tell them apart but now that I've been with Faye for some time I can see the little differences. The fear in Faye's eyes is selfless, she's scared for her sister. While the fear in Farrah's eyes is self-centered. She'd throw her sister under a train if it meant she'd be able to get away.

"No!" Faye rushed me and pushed me back. I caught her arms and pushed her toward the bed where she bounced against the mattress. I'll deal with her in a minute right now, I have to deal with Farrah.

"You're coming with me." I take a step toward Farrah but out of the corner of my eye I see Faye reach for something.

"You can't!" She yells and raises a small 9-millimeter gun in my direction.

I nearly laugh at the turn of events. Is she holding me at gunpoint for her sister? When the hell did her balls get so big?

"You sure you want to do that Faye? You sure you want me as your enemy?" I ask her, staring her down.

I don't have a vest on, if she shoots me right now there's every chance that the bullet could kill me. I'm not going to risk it.

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