Judas kiss

Chapter 55: There are many empty rooms

Garreth had asked for the most expensive yacht, Amanda could find; being the show off that he is. A

luxury yacht isn't just a mode of transportation but rather a symbol of wealth and status that can only be

afforded by wealthy billionaires all around. Ofcourse the most luxurious yachts feature certain chattels

such as movie helipads, a retractable roof, theaters, deck rails, stare case, anchor, multiple swimming

pools, sauna's, hot tubs, suites with reception rooms, bathrooms, dressings rooms, balconies attached

to them and of-course magnificently huge gala great hall for events such as these-

When Garreth said the biggest yacht, he certainly wasn't joking. The Lady Moura (yacht) had cost

Garreth approximately $256 Million. It could host up to 155 guests along with 70 crew members.

Garreth planned to invite as many people as he could. The more the people, the more distracted they

would be of any tragedy that would occur.

It had been a lot of hard work for Amanda, she had asked for Spencer and Ignacio's help... with

planning. For general work they took some of their man from the underground business to come help

with the set ups. Garreth Mccarthy always went all out when planning such huge events. Only because

he wasn't the one making sure that the deco that he desired had been done and the types of chairs he

requested had been brought in. This would be an easy event if it was at any place like the Ritz Carlton

hotel. But no this was a yacht and it was twice as hard. Getting the man to move everything from the

harbor to the yacht.

Della was defeated as she saw Andre walk in extravagantly late, one hand around her waist and the

other in his pocket. His blonde hair was gently slicked back. She viciously stared at his hand that was

on her small curvy waist, she wasn't wearing any underwear. Della gushed with disgust. Yes her dress

was elegant but it was just showing so much skin.. just too much. Della felt foiled. This girl looked

certainly younger, she watched as Andre walked around with a look of disdain on his face. He had an 'I

don't care' look on his face as he shrugged at everything that she said. Sometimes she seductively

whispered things in his ear.

Della felt her skin tingle with jealousy. Looking down at the ring that rested on her finger.

She sighed.

"Babe, this is Nicholas Passos—" Spencer broke Della away from her jealous thoughts. "He was well

accommodating when I went to Portugal."

"Beautiful." Nicholas complimented in a deep Portuguese accent. Della gave the man who looked

roundabout Spencer's age a small smile. She had never met him. He had not met her ever since he

had to return to Portugal. Nicholas regretted not putting much effort in courting McCarthy's daughter.

She was a true beauty. The way her naturally long lashes fluttered. Her pouty lips grazed with red

lipstick. The way her pearly white skin took the spotlight from any feature on her body whenever she

smiled.

"Spencer!!" Someone's voice roared from behind them. A fifty piece orchestra band was playing, it was

distracting when engaging in conversations. Garreth has told the captain who was leading the yacht to

at-least sail a few yards fifty yards away from the harbor. Once all the guests had settled in, no one

could tell that it was moving. There was a lot of chatter.. but to Garreth's disappointment. Marcela didn't

show up. He was glad because he really didn't want to pursue the deed that he had planned on doing.

Spencer was his main target now.

"Lucio!" Spencer greeted giving Lucio a firm manly hug. Nicholas couldn't stop himself from rolling his

brown eyes. Lucio flickered his eyes to Nicholas and immediately cringed. "I'm so sorry. I heard about

your father.." Spencer gave his condolences but Lucio shrugged.

"Atleast I get to be Don now unlike other people..?who're almost thirty and still Capo's"?Lucio said

confidently. "Oh I didn't see you there... Passos. Didn't think you of all people would get an invite."

Lucio extended sarcastically in his Italian accent.

Nicholas only clicked his tongue walking away from the scene. Nicholas knew that if he didn't leave the

spot, someone would die. He had never hated someone as much as he did Lucio and he didn't even

understand why. Ofcourse the Portuguese and Italian mafia had never came face to face and they

were far from being fond with each other for many generations, they hadn't.

"Coward.." Lucio muttered before turning to Della who had her eye on Andre. Spencer had introduced

the two then immediately left to attend to Garreth's many requests. That left Della with Lucio..

"You miss him huh?" Lucio said in a deep Italian accent.

"Yes." Della surprised herself by admitting it. Lucio took the flute of his wine in one go as he signaled

for one of the servers attention.

"Why aren't you with him then?" Lucio asked with a shrug as if it was the easiest thing possible.

"It's not that easy—" Della said in a low tone.

"It's easy.. there are many empty rooms on this yacht and lucky you they happen to be suites and they

happen to have a bed. Take your husband and show him what he is missing out on." Lucio said bluntly

popping an olive into his mouth. Della was shocked, this man was so laid back and calm. Spencer had

told her that she needed to learn about the underworld and he had pin pointed all the important mafia

heirs from different parts of the world and Lucio Bongiorni was that of the Italian.

"I don't think-" Lucio immediately cut Della off.

"Sure his date is hot, sexy and I would love to take her to bed tonight especially since she isn't wearing

any underwear but trust me.. when I say his eyes are only trained on you." Lucio chuckled. "Right now,

he is deadly jealous because he thinks I'm one of your conquests."

For the first time that night, Della smiled.

"You know I'm Spencer's fiancée.." She said thinking he didn't know but he only shrugged.

"If you think Mafia marriages are anything normal then I'm sorry to disappoint you. My mother had a

lover and my father fucked anything that had a hole in between but when they came home. We would

be a happy family." Lucio said as if reminiscing.

"What?" Della was surprised by his yet again bluntness.

"You heard what I said. Point is you're going to marry Spencer and having fucking kids if you want to

but don't except him to be faithful. You might as well keep your ex-husband around well behind closed

doors because that's how it all works."

"I don't want such a life.." Della muttered defensively. She didn't think she would get married to

Spencer, someone would serve her. If no one did then she would just have to do it herself.

"You're so innocent, I don't know if I should feel sorry for you or might as well take advantage of you."

They were interrupted by a young man.

"Hi Lucio." He said in a somewhat attractive voice.

Lucio immediately rolled his eyes.

"Schürmann.." He replied lazily.

"I didn't think we would be seeing each other again.. since you didn't attend my twenty-fifth birthday

party in Cologne."

Della was amused by their conversation. She didn't mind the fact that this man hadn't even glanced at

her as he greeted Lucio who seemed grievously annoyed.

"My father died, if you missed the memo. Even if he hadn't, I wouldn't have attended your pathetic

excuse for a party."

Della felt bad for him.

"I know you hate me now ever since.." Schürmann paused. "Ever since I came out of the closet but we

used to be close. The three of us Nicho as well as you and I. We attended these events and got

accustomed to seeing each other at all those times. Whatever happened I hope we can all be friends

again and I'm sorry about your father. Although anyone who knows you well enough would say you

don't care.."

Lucio's demeanor softened slightly.

"Kay.." Lucio finally said his name. "We were kids back then. We were only friends because we

understood how it felt to be a Mafia heir and the expectations. We're not kids anymore so don't expect

anything from me. Things change, people move on."

There was brief silence.

Della pretended to be on her phone. Well she actually was as she looked at the picture the babysitter

had sent her. It seemed Leo was already sleeping. Looking at the photo on her phone, she felt nothing

but love and adoration for her little boy who slept peacefully. The only heartbreaking emotion was that

she shared him with Andre. Even more, he looked more like Andre; his father.

"I'm taking Italian classes.." Kay Schürmann said trying to somewhat make a conversation with Lucio.

"Don't expect me to take German classes, I would never get laid. No thanks!" Lucio said bluntly.

"Liar! You have just always been a slow learner so you're afraid.." Kay giggled but Lucio had on a

straight face.

"We're not friends!" Lucio said sternly walking away, that only Kay Schürmann with Della.

"So rude!" Kay finally said expecting a response from Della but she just acted indifferent.

"Just because he is Don, he thinks he has made it in life."

On the other side.

Garreth was happy and sad at the same time. You know when you go all out for someone and they

don't show up so everything automatically feels like a waste of time and boredom all the way. He spoke

to multiple guests here and there mainly his very good alliances, the likes of Nikita Shatov and Oskar

Borgstr?m. He had ofcourse told one of his men to always always no matter what he on Della's guard.

He could tell that his daughter was very unhappy even from a mile away. She kept looking at him,

flickering her eyes back and fourth between Andre and his new conquest. It was in this moment that

Garreth realized there was no better man for his daughter. Has he had his faults, yes he made

mistakes but his daughter still loved him even though she would never ever admit it.

Jeanine walked over to Garreth breaking him away from his thoughts. Garreth was standing near the

railing deck, just watch the beautiful building lighting from afar. The way it was dead quiet fifty yards

away from the mainland. The water around them was steady or maybe it was because the yacht was

far too big and you couldn't really tell.

"Are you alright?" She asked.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Garreth took a shot of his whiskey in one goal. He didn't want to get entirely

drunk.

"Marcela isn't here right?" Jeanine said knowingly.

"I don't care and it's none of your business." Garreth bit back.

"I just want to thank you for not doing what you said you would." She said quickly.

Garreth scoffed not saying anything.

"Ben divorced me.. he took the first plane to Lyon. He said he needs a break and when he comes back

we will settle everything with the lawyers."

Again Garreth scoffed. "Oh I'm sorry, I'm such a bad actor. Is this the part where I feel sorry for you?"

Jeanine shook her head. "No, I'm just telling you."

"Well, hate to break it to you Jen. But you see my beautiful daughter over there.. she had to go through

that all while pregnant by your son.." Garreth cynically chuckled. "She survived. If she could do it while

pregnant and have absolutely no dime to her name. You can do it too because your sons are grown

ass men and you have a lot of asserts to your name."

Jeanine felt horrible. She looked at Della who was now walking around with Spencer. She smiled here

and there but it didn't reach her eyes. Then looked at her son who couldn't stop looking at Della even

from afar. She should have been happy that he had finally gave Marcelle a chance but Jeanine knew

that's not what his son wanted. Like Luc had said she had never asked him what he wanted maybe he

should start now if it's not too late.

"You're really going to let her get married to him..?" Jeanine said softly.

Garreth was silent, he didn't plan on telling her anything.

"Can we just do them both a favor because this is torture.." Jeanine added.

"They will find their way back to each other eventually. I mean your son just can't get away from my

daughter. I know she is a gem but—"

"What do you mean?" Jeanine asked.

"He literally can't stay away from my daughter just a week back. He was in her bed." Garreth told her

what her what Alfredo had said was the cause of all the ruckus that happened with Spencer.

"What?" Jeanine said a bit surprised but happy. She was happy because not all hope was lost.

"He slept with my daughter, okay?!"

Jeanine smiled.

"Well that's a good thing. It means they're still attracted to each other right?" Jeanine pushed.

"Whatever!" Garreth replied.

"Jenny!!" Gloria interrupted.

"One minute—" Jeanine said as she walked over to her best friend.

"I heard about Benjamin from Danny.. you know Andre told him." Gloria said trying not to seem like a

gossip.

"Ofcourse.." Jeanine scoffed looking to see Andre talking to his best friend Danny and his pregnant

wife. It was really showing now.

"I'm sorry I have been so busy.. I just can't wait for my grandchild. It's a little girl.." Gloria said excited.

Jeanine felt sad, she literally never had that. She never got to be excited about Della being pregnant or

seeing her son excited about being a first time father. In fact Andre never got to do or see that or have

that experience for six years. She hoped if only Della would get pregnant again so her son could have

that experience but it looked unlikely to happen anytime soon since another man had claimed her.

"Oh congrats Gloria.." Jeanine replied.

"How un-thoughtful of me.." Gloria said as she saw where Jeanine's eyes were looking.

Daniel told Andre that him and Amber were having a little girl. Andre was happy for his friend but

seeing his happiness and excitement hurt.

"She has became all types of annoying lately. I'm just glad we're over the morning sickness period."

Danny told Andre.

It was unfortunate for Andre because most of the things that Danny said all sounded gibberish. He

didn't know much about morning sickness or trimester what-

Della went through it alone.

"Woah, I'm really happy for you. So when is the big day?" Andre asked.?

On the other hand.

Della had introduced Spencer to Amber. She felt a feeling of sadness from all the reminders that Amber Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

brought. Della was at such a low point in her life that, going to the doctor was a luxury. Not once did

she see the doctor until the very due date. She had no idea she was having a boy.. it was all just a

surprise for her. Sometimes she blamed herself for the complications that happened at the birth of Leo.

It was because she never got checked up. It was a hard decision, it was either she worked enough

money to survive, eat and take care of her pregnant self or she went to the doctor just this once and

would be left with no preparations for the baby or money for rent and such necessities.

"Danny is excited. I was hurt when both you and Andre didn't show up for the baby shower.."

Della remembered that was the day, he had relentlessly made her release twice on the kitchen counter.

She cried right after for being too weak that's why she decided again the party. Della was simply too

overwhelmed with Amber's pregnancy stories. She excused herself, she roamed around the halls and

the deck railing of? the beautiful yacht. When she found an empty suite in the Far East corner from the

dining hall. She slumped on the huge king sized bed and let out a whimper of pain and sorrow.

It was just much for her.

Andre had taken this opportunity to ask one of the crew members where she had went and followed

her there. On his way there he had gotten lost and heard moans and groans from another suite. The

name Alfredo was being repeated over and over. Andre cringed as he looked for the deck suite #56. He

couldn't take the silence between them. He didn't care if she was engaged—

He just didn't.?