The next morning, Caspian awoke with tired eyes. He had barely slept, waiting for morning to come so he could get on his vengeance scheme.
It was his first day as the Baron of the DiMarco gang and he could feel the weight of the day bearing down upon him. He hit a buzzer beside his bed and in the respite that followed, a gentle knock resonated through the room. Caspian wondered if Andress was waiting for the buzzer as he walked towards the door. He was amazed to see him dressed up already. "Good morning, baron," Andreas greeted, his steady voice breaking the silence. "It's time for your medical checkup." Caspian contemplated for a moment, his mind already racing with thoughts of revenge. He believed that this checkup was an unnecessary delay, an obstacle to his desires. However, Andreas insisted, emphasizing the importance of ensuring Caspian's well-being before he embarked on his dangerous path. Just as Caspian was about to voice his objections, another figure appeared by Andreas' side. It was Monica Lewinsky, the doctor who treated his wounds when he was first introduced to the household. She spoke up softly, her voice laced with an undercurrent of urgency. "I need to check you, Baron," Monica explained, her eyes fixed upon his. "I need to know if you're physically prepared to step out and face the challenges that lie ahead." Intrigued, Caspian allowed Monica in and then locked the door. He then went up to a chair beside the bed and sat. He watched as Monica attached the checkup devices to his arm. He watched her with curiosity, his mind wandering to the reasons why she was so trusted in this delicate matter. As Monica went about her medical examination, Caspian found himself captivated by her presence. He couldn't help but notice her beauty, the way her hands moved gracefully, and the soothing tone in her voice as she explained each step of the process. Curiosity finally got the better of him, and Caspian decided to break the silence. "Doctor Monica Lewinsky, may I ask you a question?" he inquired, his voice laced with genuine interest. "Of course, Baron," Monica replied. "What ties do you have with DiMarco? You were there when I was brought in, you are here still. Why are you so invested in helping me on this perilous journey?" he asked. "I am doing my job," she answered as she recorded her observations. "DiMarco is a mafia household," Caspian began. "You being the family doctor exposes you to certain danger. Do you know this?" "I know," Monica answered. "Still, you chose to stay?" he asked and there was silence. "There is something you're not telling me. For your sake, I'll have to stop you from coming." After a while, Monica began as she packed her devices into the box. "My father was the GrandBaron's right-hand man," she revealed, her voice tinged with sadness. "But he was ruthlessly killed by the Ottoman Tigers, a rival mafia household." Caspian listened intently, sympathy building within him. Monica's words struck a chord and he could see what Andreas meant when he said that the DiMarco household was far behind in the league. "And that's not all," Monica continued, her voice resolute. "They have my brother under their grasp, using him as leverage against me. I know firsthand the ruthlessness and magnitude of what we're up against, but I can't bear to see my brother suffer any longer." Caspian's eyes met Monica's and he saw the tears welling up in her eyes. "I know there are pressing matters, but I hope my brother will be freed in time," she said and finally, the tears rolled down her cheek. "I promise you, Monica, that we shall free your brother and avenge your father together," he declared, his voice carrying the weight of his convictions. "There are no pressing matters. All are of importance." "Thank you, Baron," she said and left the room. *** Caspian DiMarco stood tall and confident in his sleek suit as he entered the office of the Baron for the first time. He could feel an aura of power emanating from the room, a testament to the long history of the household. The air was filled with the scent of aged books and journals, carrying with them the weight of the aristocratic lineage that Caspian now bore. His eyes scanned the room, filled with an insatiable thirst for knowledge and understanding. As his gaze fell upon the countless shelves, he yearned to immerse himself in the wealth of information contained within those pages. But his heart was burdened with urgency, a burning desire to be reunited with his daughter as soon as possible. Without hesitation, Caspian pressed the buzzer on his desk. Within three seconds, the door swung open, and in walked Andreas. "Baron," Andreas greeted. Caspian's voice betrayed the urgency within him as he spoke, "We need to go to Wallows Square immediately, Andreas. I have to retrieve my daughter." "Yes, Baron. There are other pressing matters on the ground. The Ottoman Tigers, having received your broadcast, are now demanding a ransom for Monica's older brother. Additionally, one of our outposts has received threats of an impending attack from the Yaaz Canopy. Furthermore, Riqui and Raquel have provided some updates on the household's finances. It seems we have a complex situation to handle." Caspian's brow furrowed, his mind racing to find a solution. He understood the gravity of the threats but was firm in his resolve to reunite with his daughter. "You're right, Andreas," he conceded, "but I refuse to keep my daughter away, just as I was kept away for so long. We must retrieve her first, and once she is safely under my protection, we can deal with our enemies." "Yes, Baron," Andreas said and turned to walk out. "Andreas," Caspian called. "We need to prepare. I suggest assembling a team of ten highly capable goons, armed to the teeth. I need to ensure the path is clear for my daughter's arrival." "Yes, baron," Andreas replied. Caspian understood that this mission could be perilous, but the love for his daughter burned fiercely within him, overshadowing any fear. He knew that every step he took would be crucial in securing her safety. "As I have said, we will deal in wisdom, and we will only fight hostile appearances," Caspian began. "Albert and Don Razor are allies. But Don Albert is one who knows a better deal when he sees one. Get him to sign the outpost contract, and make the buyout clause too much for him. I want him under my feet.* "Yes, Baron," Andreas answered as he stepped out with Riqui and Raquel.Inside the lavish Albert mansion, Andreas, Riqui, and Raquel followed the grand marble staircase, their footsteps echoing through the opulent hallway.They were led by a butler to a set of intricately carved double doors, which swung open to reveal a spacious office adorned with antique furniture and rich tapestries.As they entered, Andreas stepped forward confidently, his voice resonating with authority. "Greetings, Don Albert," he said, extending his hand. "I am Andreas, the trusted mouth of the Baron of the DiMarco Empire. Allow me to introduce my companions - Riqui and Raquel, official heads of the household."Don Albert furrowed his brow and greeted them with a slight nod. He surely had heard about the DiMarco empire as a force to reckon with and with the chance coming to him, it was hard to say no. "Welcome," he responded, motioning for them to take a seat in the plush armchairs under the palm tree, all positioned before his large mahogany desk. "I have heard of the DiMarco Em
Caspian Moore, a 6 ft 5, bearded, muscularly framed and agile man felt a surge of mixed emotions as he walked out of the prison gates.Finally, he was a free man after serving his five-year sentence. A sentence which was filled with covert intentions. He looked back at the gate of the prison and sighed. In the end, against all the odds that stood against him, he was out. When his mind roamed backwards and forward, it settled on the prize, the only thing that had been his hope while serving time, and the only thing that was his hope at the moment. "Now let's go get the bag. Twenty Million Dollars!" he said and smiled.He approached a phone booth, eager to reach out to his friend who promised to be there for him once he was out. The number and his address were still in his diary, something he wrote five years ago. He pressed the number, awaiting a response from the other side only to find that the number was out of existence. He called his wife's number too, but it was the same resp
The lines were linked. He was indeed pronounced dead twice in the prison. The earliest was the month before he was released."Were you waiting for my demise? After all we built? You dare say that to my face?" Caspian asked.Now, the man walked to the bed and sat. Layla folded her hands and now, the remorse that was on her face before got replaced by some callous looks.“What is this man doing in our house?”"Your house?" Layla said and walked back to the bed as she took hold of a towel. "You must have forgotten, all we had was a gift from my father. You have nothing, Caspian, we had nothing of ours before you went to jail.""What are you talking about? My daughter, Sonya, is there in the living room, and you are here…""Shut the fuck up, Cass! You don't know her. She doesn't know you. She's not yours and…""Layla!" Caspian shouted. Layla's voice trembled as she started to recount the events that had transpired in Caspian's absence. Her face tightened in a frown and she spoke, "Caspi
Caspian was held tightly through the journey and when they alighted, a chopper was before them and he followed the men into the chopper.The next destination was a mansion and he stood in awe as he was ushered into the sprawling mansion after the exhilarating chopper ride. Me? An owner of a conglomerate? He asked himself. It was the largest and grandest mansion he had ever laid eyes upon. As he glanced at the fleet of luxurious cars parked in the garage, he could tell that they were worth a fortune and a sale of one would change his life forever. Walking alongside him were several men, impeccably dressed in black suits. Each sporting an earpiece while some stood at attention with their hands crossed over their groins.The sight of these well-groomed, earpiece-wearing individuals only added to the air of mystery surrounding the place and Caspian leaned towards the man closest to him and asked, "What is this place?"The man glanced at Caspian and replied, "This is DiMarco's stronghold
In the charming town of Wallows Square, Andreas handed Caspian a substantial amount of cash. "Stay safe, Baron.""Don't call me Baron," Caspian said again and Andreas nodded. The sound of the Baron tag felt heavy on him and he would surely avert it if his plans worked. With a confident nod, Andreas swiftly drove away, leaving Caspian to his next move.Within the confines of the car, Andreas addressed Riqui who accompanied him. "Initiate the location tracker in his suit and ensure you stay on him," he commanded, his tone resolute. Riqui immediately changed inconspicuously into baggy jeans and a shirt to shield his identity. He promptly stepped out of the vehicle, ready to execute the orders given to him.Meanwhile, Caspian hailed a passing cab after he looked here and there. He knew that he might be followed. He instructed the driver to head to the illustrious Albert Mansion.As the majestic gates of the mansion loomed before him, Caspian felt a surge of hope. The same twenty million
Caspian stood in front of his preserved grandfather's lifeless mummified body and felt a surge of emotions overwhelm him. He could see why he was kept away, it was to be kept safe and somehow he was thankful for that. “I could have been dead,” he thought.Standing before the lifeless body and preparing the burial meant one thing – he had accepted to lead the household, to become the Baron. He wasn't forced into it, he wasn't tricked into it; he had reasons to take the power and wealth that being a Baron had to offer and it was mainly because of his daughter, and to cook vengeance for his enemies as well. Andreas, his loyal right-hand man and cousin stood silently beside him with a map. Caspian took one deep breath before turning to face Andreas."Prepare the burial," Caspian said. "We can't, Baron. I am sorry," Andreas answered. "Why?" Caspian asked. "You have to be announced as the new Baron before we bury the GrandBaron. That's the mode," Andreas answered. "What do I need to