Judas kiss novel Chapter 22

"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.