Judas kiss novel Chapter 55

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.