Chapter 5 I don't care about her

Gideon

I watched the ceiling while I tried to catch my breath, and I could also hear Gemma’s heavy breathing. We just had an incredibly satisfying sex. She knew what she had to do to make me feel like I was in heaven. She was with me for approximately five years. I did not know exactly how long. I couldn’t care less.

I never loved a woman, nor did I ever want to be in love. I just enjoyed my life, and Gemma could give me the most pleasure out of the numerous others I ever slept with.

Gemma was attractive; she had a beautifully shaped body; she had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and big silicone implants in her tits. However, the best part of her was that she loved me so much that there was nothing she wouldn't have done for me. And I loved to use her feelings, of course.

She turned on her side and hugged me, laying her head on my chest.

“That was fantastic. You know what a woman needs.”

She laughed, and so did I. I liked the way she tried to feed my ego and make me like her more.

I caressed her back and laughed, too, but this time, I felt sorry for her. I still haven’t got the courage to tell her I’m getting married on Saturday.

I knew how she would react. She would freak out and cry. Perhaps she would think that I was lying and that this was my way of abandoning her. However, I was going to do this for her safety, which she needed to understand.

I was involved in a conflict with an Italian Don, and as a result, we lost two people in our group. They killed them mercilessly; then they sent me a letter. They informed me that killing the two men was just the beginning. The Italian Don wanted me to pay for him with someone I got close to.

My family was safe; I knew that. But my father warned me about Gemma. Gemma didn't mean much to me, so at first, I didn't care. However, my father convinced me that I must defend her, as she has been by my side for so many years. So, I eventually agreed.

After giving it considerable thought, he had a brilliant idea. He said there are so many unwanted girls on the market who could be forced to marry me. He said they would organise a huge public wedding for us. My only job would be to look happy, making others believe I got married out of love.

The Italians wanted to take someone who was the most important to me; therefore, my beloved wife would be their first goal. They would take her as their revenge, which wouldn't cause any pain for us, leaving Gemma in good health.

First, I argued with my father. I thought Riccardo wouldn’t believe that at all. He knew me well. He knew I only used women. However, my father reminded me of one thing. He would take my legal wife, someone whom I respect so much that I gave my name to, and that would satisfy him. So I agreed. Gemma was innocent, and I couldn't let her pay for something she had nothing to do with.

I caressed her back. Even if I wasn’t in love with her, after talking to my father, I felt she deserved to be protected.

I wasn’t looking forward to the argument between us, but I kept reminding myself this was all happening for her sake.

I had never had a business with that market before, so it would take me a long time to find someone. Therefore, even if I felt stunned when my father mentioned that market, I didn't question him. I only asked him to get a woman for me.

We both agreed that the woman I needed must have been a new flesh, as if Riccardo was clear of those markets, he might recognise my beloved wife, and then our plan would be f**ked up.

I worried a bit I might fancy having sex with her, but to avoid this, I created a list of rules so she couldn’t help but look.

I always liked the “Barbie” types. I liked it when they used strong makeup and plastic surgery. The whorish look could turn me on and make me lose my mind. I loved it when they wore high heels and short skirts.

For me, a woman had to have a sexy and perfect appearance next to me. I didn’t want them to know how to cook or do housework. I didn’t even require them to be clever or think. The only thing that was important to me was their looks, mouths and tight inner walls.

I thought if my wife had a natural appearance, there would be no way I would feel fancy about her. I can pretend that we are happy together, and when they want to give me a hard time, they are free to take her and do whatever they want with her. I won’t hold them back from enjoying their revenge.

I knew she had arrived today. My parents called me many times, wanting me to ‌see them. But I didn’t care about her at all. I thought it would be enough to see her at the wedding.

I chose a room for her in my house, which was a pleasant room. I thought she deserved it. She will die innocently, or worse, maybe they will keep her, and they will use her to satisfy their dirty minds. That thought made me give her a nice place to stay.

She requested to study. I was certain that I wouldn’t have to pay for many years, so I agreed. They said she was doing some sport, an expensive one.

Normally, I wouldn’t agree with that, but I felt a little guilty about taking a healthy, young virgin girl to be the victim. So I agreed. I probably didn’t need to pay for it for long, either.

It was time for me to go. I got up and got dressed. Gemma put on a robe and watched me. I knew my mum would make sure the news of my wedding went viral. It would be in the news and in the newspapers to show her friends how wealthy the Sullivans are. So I had to tell her even if I didn’t want to.

When I was ready, I took a deep breath and looked at her.

“Gemma, I have to tell you something.”

She looked at me and frowned while she waited for me to continue.

“You know the life I’m living, don’t you?”

She nodded.

“I’m afraid something is about to happen, and I want to ensure you won’t be involved. I know how to leave you out of this, but you won’t like that at all. The only thing that I can ask you is to trust me.”

“What is that, Gideon?”

I sighed again.

“I’m getting married on Saturday.”

Her eyes widened instantly, and I could see that my words had shocked her.

“What?” she yelled.