Judas kiss

Chapter 22 -- Mafia Fiasco.

"You are not working as hard as you should be doing, you faggot." Garreth whisper yelled.

"I didn't bring you all the way from London for you to sit in your hotel all day and tell me shitty stories."

He continued. He looked beyond upset.

"I am trying my best-"

"Your best isn't good enough, just do what you have to do, i wouldn't like sending your father a box of

your remains." Garreth lit a cigar facing putting his left arm on the silver railing of the balcony.

"I'm warning you and I don't like warning people. Just talk about Mr. Darcy or Romeo and Juliette or

whatever you writers talk about, Yes?" He said in a calmer voice.

"Yes, Mr. McCarthy." The young man faltered.

"Good." He said with that ending the call.

Garreth was beyond angry and whenever he got he broke things but he had been seeing a therapist

after meeting with Della. He had lied a bit about how the divorce had occurred, he used to beat his wife

to a pulp. He blamed her for not being able to produce. Garreth called her so many names, he felt that

she was able to produce for her first husband now she couldn't do anything for him. He called her

useless every second of the day until he learned that he was the problem, he couldn't have children.

That broke him, he wanted a family so bad. His parents had shipped him off to the USA at the age of

thirteen years old after the deed he had left in England. He changed his name and all the necessary

things that needed to be done, it was after all better than Juvenile. He later returned back to England at

the age of nineteen, things had calmed down, he was grown up. He had changed his name and no one

seemed to recognize him.

"McCarthy-" Spencer said breaking the silence.

"This better be good." Garreth replied turning around to face his right hand man, Spencer Hurst.

Spencer had been the one who handled all of the underground businesses while Garreth dressed like a

wolf in sheep's clothing.

"We found him, should we finish him off or you would like to have the honor ? he is at the warehouse

with the other men." Spencer let out. Out of all the people Garreth had in his life, Spencer was the only

person he could call a friend. He knew his past, he knew him for who he was and still stood by him or

maybe it's the money and the life he provided. His worst fear was Della finding out who he really was-

Adela wasn't fit to take over his heir, in fact he would only allow her to take over the clean legit

businesses. She was a nice sweet girl, he loved her way too much to put her in danger. Leondre on the

other hand, Garreth had his eyes on the little boy. He was smart and fast for his age, that's what his

mafia needed, a Don like Leondre McCarthy. He was glad when Adela had told him that she didn't

change his last name to Levetté. As soon as Leo turned Eighteen, he would receive his inheritance

from the Mafia counsel and Spencer would slowly start explaining to him how things worked from the

age sixteen. The only way Della would take over is if she married another Mafia's son, there were so

many options, he had thought about it for a while now.

There was Alfredo Molinero the son of the biggest mafia?bosses?in?Mexico. There was Lucio

Bongiorni from?Italian?Mafia, also Kay Schürmann from German Mafia, as well as Hoashi Kakichi from

the Japanese Mafia, also Oskar Borgstr?m?from?the Swedish Mafia, also Féng Shen from the Chinese

mafia. He had been Enemies with the Chinese for a while now?so that?would be so good but an

alliance was good. Feng was just a hot headed faggot, he?wouldn't?let?his?daughter marry that?

English?none speaking idiot. Nicholas Passos of the Portuguese mafia. Nikita Shatov of the Russian

mafia.

These were all good options and he would invite them soon very soon to a gala he would be holding so

which ever one of them who gets to woo her off her feet and make her happy would win an alliance

with his English Mafia, whenever an alliance was formed between two mafia groups, they become

initially indestructible.?What he?didn't?want was Andre?Levetté...

"Kill him yourself, i have a gala to plan don't forget to one of his fingers to his family... I'm sure they

would love to know where their son disappeared to before we give them the rest of the body." Garreth

smiled cynically.

"Of course, McCarthy." Spencer smirked. "You know calling all these Mafia bosses to be in one city will

cause Chaos. I just got new that the Russians are fighting with the Swedish, The Portuguese are at war

with the Germans-"

"My daughter is beautiful enough to have them all fall at her feet. Trust me, they will put their issues

aside if they want to win her over." Garreth sighed. "Now run along, you have some snapping of fingers

to do."

"I would love to marry your daughter, she is beautiful and-" Spencer was cut off.

"You have got to be bloody kidding me, Spence-" Garreth laughed but it soon died out when he

realised that he was serious.

"You-" Garreth stood there shook.

"Just give me as much of a try, just like you would to the other Mafia Don's and Capos." Spencer said

in a serious tone. "I know your business in and out and you trust me with your life, i don't think there

could be anyone better at this than me." He retorted.

"You are a Murder Spence-"

"Ain't they all murders too, atleast give your daughter to a murder you are well aware of." Spencer had

a valid point.

"I will let you compete with the other mafias, whoever wins her heart first, I have no say unless it's that

Andre then I will kill him with no hesitation." NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

"Gladly, now if you will excuse me-" Spencer said leaving the balcony.”