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I needed to find Farrah before anyone became wise as to what she’d managed to do.
I spent the next few minutes talking to Lionel and coming up with a solid plan for finding Farrah. If the woman believed that she pulled a fast one over on me I’d hope she’d be smart enough to know that she’d need to go into hiding. If we pull up at her house to see her sitting on the couch I’m going to be incredibly disappointed.
Lionel is going to have to hit up some of her known hangouts for when she pops back up for air. Farrah is predictable like that. She’s the type of woman that needs to be with the in crowd. The kind that will do whatever she has to in order to fit in. It doesn’t seem like her sister is the same.
Sooner or later I was sure that Farrah would pop up and then I can drag her ass back here where she belongs. Or have her killed, whichever is better.
After I downed another drink, I made my way back to my room. My hand hesitated at the doorknob. This Faye woman has done nothing besides try and be a good sister. I’m not that much of a monster that I can’t see how fucked up her situation is. I traumatized her, violated her and then claimed that she was the cause of her anguish.
The woman whined and whimpered all night until finally she fell into a deep silent sleep. I can’t even begin to describe the sense of relief I felt when Dr. Nelson told me that the tearing wasn’t anything deep. It turned out her hymen was more closed than average. Her opening was smaller than most. He said it was doubtful that she was ever able to get a tampon inside of her body.
The woman couldn’t get a soft marker width tampon inside her body and I slammed my thick girth through all her barriers. I was really a piece of shit.
Even after the doctor told me that she’d be okay and left me there with her I couldn’t bring myself to calm down. Every few seconds I’d look over at her just to make sure she wasn’t crying or uncomfortable. I didn’t want to lay next to her without her permission since I’d already overstepped so many fucking boundaries so I stayed sitting in my chair. It’d been the first time I’d ever had a woman spend the night in my bed and it will go down as one of the worst nights of my life.
Still I couldn’t just let her walk out of here. As fucked up as it was, Faye was going to stay my wife for the foreseeable future. It’s about time I let her know exactly what is to be expected of her.
After I huffed out a deep breath I pushed the door to my room open and scanned the room for Faye. I’d expected her to be on the bed but I found her huddled in the corner with the sheets still wrapped around her body.
Big tears running down her face.
She was crying. The sight of it caused something to click inside my mind. I didn’t know what it was but the sight of her hurting made me shake with anger.
“Faye,” I called for her, causing her head to whip in my direction. “Why are you crying?”
She stood up from where she was sitting and used the heel of one hand to wipe the tears that had collected on her cheeks. “No reason.” She walked over to the bed and sat down. She moved smoothly so it didn’t seem like anything from last night would be the reason for her to be crying right now. That means something else had upset her and she was hiding it from me. Unacceptable.
I walked over to where she was and grabbed hold of her chin so she'd be looking up at me. “Faye, I’ll ask you one more time. Why are you crying?”
She pulled back and shrugged, “It’s not important. One of the guards… he was just a little rough.”
Liquid acid pumped through my veins as I processed what she’d just told me. One of my guards had hurt her. That was why she was crying. I quickly did a scan of her body hopefully without making her self conscious and my eyes zeroed in on the large handprint bruise that was just starting to form on her upper arm.
He put his hands on her.
He put his motherfucking hands on my wife.
“Quick or slow?” I asked as I opened the drawer in the nightstand and pulled out a long blade.
Her eyes widened as she watched me unsheath the weapon. The freshly sharpened metal causes the sunlight to reflect around the room.
“What?” She whispered, her voice laced with fear.
“How do you want me to kill him? Quick or slow?” I stood back and waited for her response.
“No, I don’t want you to kill anyone. I’ll be fine. It’s only a bruise.” She babbled.
She wasn’t part of this world. She doesn’t understand. I can’t let something like this stand. I accepted her response but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to get my blood. With complete focus and a primal purpose I walked to the door and stuck my head out.
Yuri was still on this floor. I know he wasn’t the one who brought Faye her food though. I sent Cole in here with her food.
“Yuri, send Cole in here right away.” I yelled before I ducked back into the bedroom, not even wanting to find out if Yuri had gotten the message.
“Dominic, what are you doing? I don’t want to be a party to anything. I don’t want to get anyone killed.” Faye repeated herself until I could hear the anxiety building in her voice. That was one difference between Faye and Farrah. Farrah was never anxious about anything. She was brazen to the point of ignorance. Faye looked like she’d crumble if I closed a book too hard.
I didn’t want to ignore her but in this instance I had to. While I waited for Cole to come in I cleared off the tray of untouched food and pulled the side table to the center of the floor. I hid the blade I had at the side of my pants so he wouldn’t see it when he walked in.
Cole knocked on the door right as Faye had started to pace.
