Page 4 of Nobody Wants Me
I had failed my mother and sister.Since then, I vowed I would never love another female.I loved my mother.She had given birth to me, raised me.Given me love and warmth when my father wanted nothing more than a brutal killing machine.My sister’s innocence had made her adorable.Seeing the world from my father’s side, watching her after a hard day, she had been the light in my life.I had vowed she would never know the harshness of life.
I had failed.So, I made sure I would never allow another woman to get into my heart.I would never love my wife.She was nothing more than a job.
Entering my garden toolshed, I grabbed the tape measure, along with the small notebook I used to gather measurements, and made my way back to her room.
“You do not sound fine.Tell me, how is your wife?”
“She’s busy.What do you want?”I asked.
I’d been warned that Ivan liked to meddle.So far, in the past month, he had kept his distance.I had a feeling he was currently working with The Butcher and The Beast in territory six, the one once run by the traitor.
He had yet to make a decision as to who was going to run that territory.It would not be divided between the five of us.Ivan would choose a winner soon enough, but The Butcher and The Beast were evenly matched.A man and a woman, ultimate killing machines.Deadly within their own right.
I don’t know the full details or what Ivan has on them, or why they are willing to take Ivan’s side.I don’t want to know.Some things were not meant for me to know.
“Can a man not call a friend?”Ivan asked.
“Yes, most men can call friends, the only problem is, you don’t always come with the friend code.”
“The friend code?”Ivan asked.
“Yeah, usually if a guy gets cold feet, a friend is there to drive the getaway car, not to take him to his fucking wedding,” I said.
I might have not wanted to get married.On my wedding day, I attempted to reason with Ivan about how bad of an idea it was.He refused to listen to reason, so I am now a married man.
And yet, I couldn’t get her crying out of my head.That night I didn’t console her.I fucked her, finished the job, and left.She had to clean everything else up.Did that make me an asshole?Absolutely, and that was the way I wanted it to be.
Women were weak.Apart from The Butcher.I would actually consider her one of the scariest women I know.The tales of what she had done, especially to Finn Byrne’s son, torturing him while the father watched.From what I had heard, she had cut off the man’s dick and literally fed it to him.Yeah, that shit was fucking scary.So, I was keeping a wide berth from that one.
“Trust me, if you stop being a pain in the ass, you might just see that your wife is in fact a nice one.I chose well for you.”
“I told you I didn’t want to get married, and you agreed,” I said.I put the phone on speaker, and placed it on her sewing desk, taking out my tape to measure the space next to her current fabric shelves.I took note of the width, length, and distance from the wall, so the shelves would match the ones I previously made.I hadn’t kept those measurements.With that in hand, I made my escape, grabbed my cell phone, and headed out.
“Actually, I did agree that it wasn’t the right time for you to get married.But, if you recall, we both agreed that when I found the right bride for you, you’d marry her.”
“I didn’t.”
“Okay, you might have been drunk when you agreed.”
This made me blow out a breath.
“You know what, this just confirms I need to come.”
“Wait?What?”I asked.
This couldn’t be happening.I did not want Ivan Volkov here in my home.
“You don’t need to come,” I said.
“That’s not true.I need to come and I’ll be bringing a plus-one as well.See you tomorrow.”
With that, I was in my garden shed, my cell phone had literally gone dead, and Ivan Volkov and his plus-one were heading to my home.
This is not what I wanted.
This would be a fucking disaster.
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