Judas kiss

"The last shipment?" Garreth questioned.

"Already done just waiting for the arrival." Spencer replied.

"Great. We use the Levetté's company as a cover up because they obviously sell wine and everyone assumes their packages are wine. Make sure you tell the men to check on the shipment before is goes and exchange the wine bottles with our stuff.."

"Yes.." Spencer nodded typing on his MacBook.

"Anything else.." Amanda asked. She was Garreth's personal assistant. She knew everything in and out just like the rest. She started off dating one of the men but then Garreth saw that she could be useful and do a much better job.

"I want to hold a yacht gala."

"Okay.." Amanda wrote it down. "Using your own yacht?" She questioned.

"No, I want a new one, a bigger one." Garreth whined.

"I will search one that we can rent."

"Did I say rent? I want you to buy it." Garreth grizzled.

"What's the occasion?" Spencer asked the man who sat behind his glass desk with his white suit looking untouched.

"Nothing, I miss dressing up and making scenes with the Levetté's. I just have so many plans. Amanda make sure you invite our beloved Marcela.." Garreth smirked. Spencer was sensing that he was obviously planning more.

"Imagine if she accidentally drowned.. oooh that will be shocking." Garreth chuckled.

"You do realize that her daughter will probably want to kill herself too because that's her mother.."

Garreth stopped laughing.

"Alright, I didn't think that through but I wouldn't kill her before getting a last fuck obviously.." Garreth added spinning on his black leather office chair.

"Your publicist said you can't be in another scandal not after what happened with the Levetté's previously.." Amanda added onto the conversation.

"If I'm going to kill her, I want everyone to know. I'm not going to hide her body.. I would want them to atleast bury her with dignity.. I'm not that heartless."

"She has a kid, that's already heartless." Ignacio decided to finally join the conversation. All along he was just seemingly bored playing with the long strands of his hair that almost covered his face. Unlike Spencer and Amanda who dressed formally, he was just in jeans, boots and a Freddie Mercury T-shirt. His nails were always painted black, Spencer thought that was just him being him nothing more to it. Ignacio had been watching Spencer talk, the way his lips moved or the way he stretched out his impeccably sexy muscles. He always had the body of a God, Ignacio thought to himself.

"Can you all get out, I need time to think.." Garreth said rather coldly. Amanda and Ignacio didn't hesitate leaving but Spencer remained.

"Don't do anything stupid.." Spencer said softly.

"Then you wouldn't have a job because you're here to clean up my mess." Garreth spat in a rude voice. At this point Spencer wanted to push the stupid spinning chair out on the twenty-second floor with its owner in it. The glass interior around his office made it look inviting. In his head he imagined it happening but he decided against it.

On the other hand.

"When will you tell him?" Amanda asked Ignacio.

"Never." Ignacio whispered back.

you were looking at him with those

Ignacio mocked as he took his phone out of his back pocket. Immediately seeing missed calls from Luc and a

out. This was Garreth's property business. He owned much more hotels and clubs. This was his Facade, the only legal business he had obviously. He spent most of his time here. No one would suspect that this man who did real estate would be busy shipping ammunition and drugs in wine looking containers. Branded Levette, Jeanine is the reason why this was happening. If they got caught, the Levetté's would get the fire for it and not Garreth. He had plans to make one more shipment go wrong.. just so Andre could go to jail as the current acting CEO. Ben and Jeanine would be so hurt, Garreth wasn't lying when he said he had a lot of

when he saw

I can't. I'm having lunch with

immediately

always. It's as if you don't like hanging out with me anymore."

said feeling bad because it was true, all his time was spent

is sleeping

felt his chest tighten, it also didn't help

a bit hurt. He knew it was

Andre and Della had slept together a couple

Spencer sighed mournfully.

say anything?" Ignacio

Ignacio felt like slamming his hard head against the metallic walls of the elevator. How does he just let this slide?

it was only two days and she couldn't keep her legs closed. That says

"I hope this shipment goes wrong.."

fault, Della

whore, he probably manipulated her." Spencer said

sleep with another man and you're just going to sit still and smile.. idiot." Ignacio

won't be spreading her legs for other

"Again with that bullshit."

you so negative.. you're supposed to be my bestfriend but lately all you

mockingly. "It's actually a good idea if this shipment goes wrong because this is the most expensive one that we have sent across and Garreth would be really mad if

Spencer said getting out of the

with her?" Ignacio asked running after Spencer. His shoulder length hair bouncing around. This made Spencer

no homo but you need a proper hair cut.. no one will take you seriously looking like that and this is why Garreth

Ignacio was hurt.

hair?" He asked now standing next to Spencer's car in the underground

his black Mercedes-Maybach Exelero which had cost $8 Million. It was a gift from Garreth on his last birthday. He had just had it transported from Los Angeles so he could use it in New York. He seemed to be enjoying it much more this side. He was planning to talk to Garreth about relocating. Maybe it was a

Real estate

"But what?" Ignacio questioned.

able to befriend Andre's little brother just tells you that. This look

want to wear suits

the door shut and driving off. Ignacio felt angry, Spencer was an idiot, he had always been the smart one but now he was just acting stupid. Ignacio wouldn't let this slide, Della was a threat because

She had to go.

-?

je

anywhere not only because of the nickname that she always had for him

from his seat to hug her. He hadn't seen

Marcelle Le Sueur.

prestigious school back in Lyon even though she was in sixth grade, when he was

mixed race. Her father being a Congolese French and her mother being a Caucasian French. She had green eyes, a fair light complexion and curly