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Chapter 5 I don't care about her

Gideon

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

I never loved a woman, never even wanted to be in love. I just enjoyed my life, and Gemma could give me the most enjoyable 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 tits. However, the best part of her was that she loved me so much, there was nothing she wouldn't have done for me. And I loved to use her feelings.

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

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

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

I caressed her back and laughed too, but actually, 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 will react. She will freak out and she will cry. Perhaps she will think that I am lying, and this is my way of abandoning her. But actually, I was going to do this for her safety, that she needed to understand.

I was involved in a conflict with an Italian Don, and because of that we lost two people in our group already. They killed them mercilessly, then they sent me a letter. They let me know that killing the two guys was just the beginning. The Don wanted me to pay with someone who I got close.

My family was safe, I knew that. But my father warned me about Gemma. Gemma didn't mean so much to me, so first, I didn't care. However, my father convinced me about I must defend her as everyone around us know her as my girlfriend, and letting her be taken would ruin my reputation. So I agreed eventually.

After thinking a lot, he had a crazy idea. He said there are so many unwanted girls on the market who could be forced to marry me. They would organize a huge, public wedding for us. My only job would be to look happy, making others to believe I got married by love. The Italians wanted to take someone who is 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 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, as I have got no better idea, I agreed. Gemma was innocent, and I couldn't let her pay for something that she had nothing to do with.

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

I wasn’t looking forward to the argument between us, but I kept reminding myself this was all happening for protecting my reputation, and for keeping her safe.

I never had a business with that market, so it would take me a long time to find one. Even if I felt stunned when my father brought that market up, I didn't question him. I only asked him to get a woman for me.

We both agreed the woman needs to be a new flesh as if Riccardo is clear of those markets, then he might recognize my beloved wife, and then our plan would be f**ked up.

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

I always liked the “barbie” types. I liked when they used strong makeup and plastic surgery. The whorish look was my favourite, 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 how to do housework. I didn’t even require them to be clever or think. The only thing that was important to me was their looks, their mouth and their tight inner walls.

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

I knew she had arrived today. My parents called me many times. They wanted me to ‌see her. 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 would keep her and they will use her for satisfying their dirty minds. That thought made me give her a nice place.

She requested to study. I was sure I wouldn’t have to pay for a lot of years, so I agreed. They said she was doing some kind of 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. Probably, I didn’t need to pay for it for long either; I thought.

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

When I was ready, after a long sigh, I looked at her.

“Gemma, I have to tell you something.”

She looked at me and frowned.

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

She nodded.

“I’m afraid something is about to happen, and I want to make sure you won’t be involved. I have an idea 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 my words shocked her.

“What?” she yelled.

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