Judas kiss novel Chapter 24

Adela spent the rest of the day with Spencer, he was a bad influence she thought. He convinced her that she could skip work and for the first time in her life she didn't feel bad for doing it. For the first time in her life she actually took advantage of the fact that she was a McCarthy and she didn't need to work. For the first time, she felt like quitting her job and just traveling, taking her mind off everything and just maybe she would get new inspiration for a new book.

Spencer took her to a I survived room. She had lived in New York for so long but she didn't know all these places he had been taking her. Spencer preferred to catch a cab or walk, he was very energetic, he had told her that he hated cars and preferred motorcycles. The I survived room is a room that offers a thriller movie-esque experience where a group of people are locked in a room for a period of time (usually an hour) and need to complete a set of tasks and puzzles in order to win and escape. At first Della thought it was childish and only for Halloween purposes but later gave into it. The I survived room was for people seeking a bit of hardcore experience, employing actors and having sound effects to give a more visceral impression, you have been kidnapped and being held against their will.

There were times when people were screaming and Della was screaming but Spencer was laughing. It was as if this was his everyday life. There was blood visuals that looked so real, intestines and insides of a human being, being thrown at them. Della held onto Spencer and he didn't waste any time holding her in his embrace. "It's really not that scary, pretty lady." He whispered and she gave him a look of disbelief. Della had come to know him as Spencer only because of Leith but he didn't say so himself. Spencer didn't even ask for her name, in fact he called her pretty lady throughout.

"That wasn't real blood, it was clearly catch up and those insides were probably from a pig or cow, it's not that deep." Spencer chuckled when they had finally escaped. Something about the way he was so carefree made Della feel at ease. It was already midday when the made it out of the escape room. They continued roaming around the streets of New York and talking about absolute nonsense. It was really irresponsible of Della to just up and leave with a stranger but for some reason she felt at ease with Spencer. Maybe it was the way he bit his lower lip every time, he asked her a question... looking at her intently.

He told her the most cheesiest things but one of the things that she thought she would never forget.

"You know pretty lady, of all the books in the world, the best stories are found in between the pages of a passport."

The way his forest green eyes flickered with passion every time he talked about traveling. She wondered what he did for a living, he had all the time on his hands.. did he even work. Spencer spoke like a philosopher and his his tattooes were one of his many works.

"What scares you?" She asked him, curiously biting her lower lip.

"Nothing really, maybe falling in love because then you are giving someone the power to hurt you and trusting them not to but you know they always do." He said thoughtfully. She looked at him like she was trying to figure him out.

"Have you ever been in love ?" She asked as they walked down the side walk, suddenly his hand reached for hers and she didn't hesitate pulling away. It was comforting, his hand was bigger and rough but she found it soothing.

"No." He said bluntly.

"What do tattoes mean to you ?" She pestered once again.

"They are just reminders of places I have been to, like this one right above my neck , i got it in Indonesia in the city Bali. There isn't really meaning just intimate reminders places I have been to and memories I don't ever want to forget." She let her hand touch the ink on his skin, looking at it like a work of art then she smiled when she saw how close they were and how he was looking at her. Their lips were almost touching, she could feel his breath on her lips. Suddenly someone bummed into them almost make her fall but he caught her. This was after all New York, you couldn't just stand in the middle of side walks.

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"I thought you called me here to woo your daughter but Spencer is doing that job now." Leith said barging into Garreth's office.

"What?" He said implying for Leith to explain more.

"There I was with my copy of Pride and Prejudice, you said it was Della's favorite novel right ? I walk into Starbucks and see Spencer playing tea party with Della." Leith grumbled.

Garreth smiled, he knew Spencer was determined and he was after all a nice young man. Garreth trusted him with his life and it was a great idea to let him do his own thing.

"Really?" Garreth stood up from his seat, a smirk clear on his somber lips.

"Spencer is an arsehole." Leith said walking to the mini bar, not bothering to pour the whisky in a glass instead he drank from the bottle. That's how frustrated he was.

"Don't worry, Lucio just arrived and all the other Don's will be arriving soon. They can't wait to meet my daughter, Spencer won't go far." He smirked to himself. "But he can try.."

"You don't know what i saw, Adela was smiling at him-" Leith retorted. "That's not a good sign."

"You really think I would let Spencer be with my daughter, my heir, i would rather kill him before that happens." Garreth said aggressively, it would hurt to eliminate the only person he had close to family but-

"What if he makes her happy then what?" Leith asked taking a swig of whiskey.

"Maybe I will let them be." He chuckled. "In my dreams, I will."

Leith laughed along. "Keep an eye on Spencer for me and maybe I might spare your life." He commanded and Leith nodded.

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When Leith left Garreth called Spencer immediately. "Spence, where are you?" He questioned knowing the answer.