Destroy me

Chapter 20 - Marco - a deal to make

I began to worry I had pushed her too far in the pool house. Three days had gone and she hadn't pursued me, she hadn't looked my direction hardly.

But I shouldn't have worried about how an 18 year old girl felt. This was strange to me that I would.

My thoughts that day were interrupted by a meeting with my father and Gamarra.

"We need to make a deal with them, the original deal was not enough for them, that was clear when they slaughtered our men." Gamarra swirled his liquor around as my father said the words.

"What deal would you want to make? We're not one family, we're two, they wouldn't be happy unless they thought they could make a deal with both of us at once." Gamarra replied.

"Marriage. We need to join our families. Then offer to join ours with theirs." My father was blunt and I could here the disappointment in his voice aimed at me.

"And who would be getting married my friend?" Gramarra said evenly.

"Our children." My father said coolly.

Gamarra sat up and put his glass down on his desk, this suggestion did not seem to please him.

"They have one son, not a daughter. I feel like a marriage to a family would be very one sided. Plus their son is Marco's age, Sophia is 16 and Niamh, 18. You either have to explain yourself or get out." Gamarra said this all very evenly, but it was obvious he was filled to the brim with anger.

I was also taken strangely aback by this. This proposal would be mean one of the girls. More likely Niamh. This caused a strange anger and sadness in me I couldn't explain. 

"No, they have one son, this is true. They also have a niece," my fathers words, now cut through me, I knew where he was going with this.
"The Domolski's wife is sister to their boss, their daughter Jessica is their niece. Your daughter, Niamh, could marry there son, Dimitri. Marco already once had a relationship with Jessica, it should not be hard to mend that and then he could marry her. Then we join our families, eventually, with Sophia and Danny."

I felt sick and couldn't help but speaking out, "How can you suggest that we all just marry people we don't know or don't want to?!"

"Hold your tongue, Marco!" My fathers words were venomous.

Gamarra stood this time to speak, "You expect me to send my oldest daughter to marry a 30 year old man?! She's 18!"

I feel relief at his words.

"They have more men, money and skills than us, if they get in do you think Marco could protect her again? He was lucky that day, they would kill both both your daughters, or more, without a single thought if we do not fix this mess."

Gamarra look defeated. He could think of nothing to say.

I on the other hand was fuming with rage.

"I won't marry Jessica and Niamh should not have to marry Dimitri - he's a bastard. I knew him from school. How can you suggest this?!"

"Your father is right, Marco." Gamarra spoke slowly. "I may love my wife, but our marriage was a union - the same for your parents. We shall offer the deal next week at the meeting. Marco, you will say nothing of this to the others."

My father then rose to speak, "Rekindle what you had with Jessica. We shall invite her family to the meeting next week. We can make a party of it. In the city. Gamarra, do you agree?"

Gamarra nodded and with that he and my father shook hands.

I couldn't take any more of this nonsense and made my excuse to leave.

As I made my way through the house I saw Sophia reading a teen magazine - I thought about her marrying my brother. It would be one of constant infidelity, confusion and emotional pain for both of them.

But at least he would be kind to her. He wouldn't force her. He would fake happiness and I don't think it would all be entirely fake.

I passed by the kitchen and saw Niamh with a coffee mug in hand, she seemed deep in thought.

I thought of what would be in store with her marriage. One of sheer convince. I knew Dimitri, he was a cold, womaniser, he hunted for fun and would take what he like from her.

I couldn't imagine him being kind, unless he wanted something and infidelity would be the least of her problems.

This all pained me in a way I couldn't understand.

I made eye contact with Niamh and beckoned her over. I exited the room and headed to the stairs, she quickly followed.

I entered my room and left the door ajar, she then slipped through and locked it behind her.

There was no words I could say to her, I couldn't tell her, she would be emotional, she would fight it, make a scene, no was not the time for her to know, not when I still had time before the meeting.

Instead of speaking I walked over and stopped right in front of her.

I pulled the hem of her too up and she raised her arms for me to remove it, leaving her completely naked on top.

I felt a thrill course through me at the thought she wasn't wearing a bra, she clearly felt it too as he nipples hardened under my watch.

I pulled her skirt and panties down then picked her up, bridal style, to place her on the bed.

I wanted to kiss her all over, show her how I was feeling without telling her, so I did.

I stayed clothed and kissed every part of her I could. Until we both could take no more and I shed all of my clothing and, dare I say, I didn't fuck Niamh or even just have sex with her, I made love to Niamh Gamarra.