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, "Caspian, I... I thought you would be successful. I believed in you, but things were hard, and amid it all, you made a terrible mistake. Don Razor, he... he filled the void. Caspian, I am not sorry..." Caspian's eyes darkened, his voice raw with pain as he interrupted, "How could you, Layla? After all we've been through? Wasn't our love enough? Do you know what cause I went to prison for? Do you know… Okay, I made a mistake and I paid for it in the prison…” Don Razor's smug expression twisted into a smirk as he sneered, "Paid for it, huh? You should have died when you had the chance. Look at you, you were nothing before, and you're nothing now." After the tone, Caspian stepped close to him. "If you listen to the news or had newspapers stand in the yard, I am the one and only Don Razor. I own this town. I evolved with it. The smallest outpost in my merchandise could swallow you whole and your existence whole. You're just a pathetic fool who thought he could rise above his station," he stated. Anger ignited within Caspian and his voice trembled with restrained fury. "You dare speak to me like that? I've paid for a crime I didn't commit while you continue to hide behind your power and influence." "I am not hiding, I am basking," Don Razor hinted. "Layla may have allowed you into her life, but mark my words, Don Razor, in my judgement, you'll suffer for being here," Caspian blurted. "Don't you dare, Cass. He is a mob boss," Layla explained. Now, Caspian fully understood why he was called Don, why there were guards outside, and why they referred to Layla as a Miss. She was a mistress for their boss. "You thought you could threaten me? You're nothing but a mere shadow," Don Razor began in a cold tone. As he began to speak, Caspian started walking close to the bed. "Caspian, don't!" Layla warned. "I have resources and connections that you can't even comprehend. If you try to cross me, Caspian, I promise you, your fate will be worse than that prison cell you just crawled out of. I will send you out of earth," Don Razor threatened. Caspian could feel the blood pounding in his ears, his anger consuming him as he shook his head and lunged towards Don Razor who was still naked. He could see the fear in his enemy's eyes and it only fueled him further. "You think you can come into my territory and try to take everything I've built?" Caspian snarled as he held him by the neck and threw the first punch, the sound of his knuckles slamming into Don Razor's jaw echoed through the room. Don Razor stumbled back, clutching his face in pain as Caspian continued to rain down blow after blow. But as he was about to deliver the final strike, he heard the sound of a buzzer. He turned towards Don Razor, his eyes flashing with rage, "What did you do?" Don Razor smirked, "You didn't think I'd waste a sweat on you, did you?" Caspian's heart palpitated as he saw the four men enter the room and surrounded him. He knew he was outnumbered, but he wasn't about to go down without a fight. He weaved and dodged as the men came at him, punching and kicking furiously. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to gain the upper hand.One held his hand and another kicked him in the gut, causing him to fold and be down on his knee. Then, they hit him hard with their leather shoe. Through the blur of pain and chaos, he could see Layla standing off to the side, watching with a cold detachment. Her words stung him more than any of the blows."You should have left when you had the chance." Don Razor's voice cut through the chaos, "Looks like our little friend has finally met his match." Caspian spat out blood and tried to get to his feet, but he was forced back to the floor. When the target shifted to his head, he shouted as the men continued to pummel him into submission. The world around him began to fade as Caspian felt himself slipping into unconsciousness. "He is meant to die in the first place isn't he?" Don Razor asked, turning to Layla who nodded. "Kill him," he said to the head of his mobs. At the moment, Caspian recounted his life, his experiences, his losses and aspirations – all were able to wear away. He sniffed up some candour and awaited the final blow which was halted. "Wait!" Don Razor said. Caspian lifted his head and saw them all; Don Razor, Layla, the mob chief, all turned to the door. Caspian turned his head too and there was the girl that sat in the living room, there was Sonya. "Mummy?" the little girl called. "What did…" she stuttered. "What did he do?" Caspian could feel that the little girl knew who he was. He could feel she was holding back some words, the word ‘Daddy’. Did she know me? He wondered. "Sonya, my love. We are just playing," Don Razor answered. "We are through here. He'll stop playing now, but pick him up outside." Caspian was let out. He knew that he would soon be retaken, that he would soon be picked up and killed as Don Razor had ordered. But he had no choice but to walk away at the moment. As he went, he looked back at Sonya who was on the verge of tears. Oh my God, she knows! His mind confirmed. As he stepped out, battered and bruised, he fixed his eyes on the other men from Don Razor's gang, then he looked back at the mobs who followed him, waiting for him to be out of the gate so they'd pick him up and finish him. He looked back at Layla and Don Razor at the door mouth. Don Razor smirked evilly at him while Layla stared endlessly. Then, he looked at Sonya who waved to him. Caspian wanted to die, but at the moment, he wished he'd live, at least to hold Sonya. "If I live, you'll regret it. All of you," he said to himself. Immediately he stepped out of the gate, the mobs were yet to be outside when a black van packed by his side. Three men rushed outside, they were dressed in dark long coats that had a wolf inscription on the back. They held Caspian and pushed him into the van. As the van drove away, Caspian tugged himself from their grip and asked… "Who are you?" "Caspian DiMarco, grandson of Matheus DiMarco, son of Sean DiMarco, you are to come to resume your place as head of the DiMarco Conglomerate!" "What!?"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
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'
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 sat in the back of the van, holding his daughter close to him. Sonya sat on his lap as he checked her over, feeling a flood of emotions wash over him. He couldn't believe that she was finally back in his arms after all this time.Earlier, he saw his daughter being stolen, then at gunpoint with her life threatened and he knew what it meant to have something stripped from a man. But now, in his hands, he knew what it meant to have power.As they drove out of Wallows Square to Burry, and then towards the DiMarco Empire in Burry, Caspian couldn't help but feel nervous.He had questions within and without. He had doubts and he wanted answers. Would his daughter remember him or know who he was? Would she even want to be with him? Will hebe able to keep her as his daughter and would he be able to be a father unto her?He took a deep breath, trying to push aside his doubts and fears.Finally, they arrived at the mansion and Caspian got out of the van, holding his daughter by the ha
Caspian slept peacefully all through the night with his daughter nestled comfortably on his chest. Even in the middle of the night, when Sonya needed to use the bathroom, Caspian roused himself from his slumber to assist her. He checked on her, making sure she was safe and content before returning to bed. Still, he could tell that he had a night. She was the first thing he checked when he awoke in the morning. The feeling of having his daughter next to him was a fulfillment he knew he might never achieve without the help of the DiMarco empire and he was determined to pay it back. The sun had risen by the time Caspian finished his bath and made his way to the dining area where Sonya was already seated, her face lighting up as she caught sight of her father. “Good morning, sweetheart,” he said and the little girl replied with a grin. As they enjoyed their meal together, Andreas Motta entered the room and bowed respectfully. "Andreas," Caspian greeted him with a warm smile.
“We should sit,” Caspian turned and walked down the hallway where there was a setting of chairs and tables. As he went, he reviewed her face and realized that even her teeth were golden, no wonder she was so obsessed with having more gold.Caspian drew a chair for her and she sat.“A mafia boss, and a gentleman, I see,” she said and Caspian smiled as he walked to the other end of the chair and sat before her.Duchess Dillion leaned back in her chair, her eyes fixed on Caspian. The room was filled with an air of uncertainty as he grappled with his doubts. Finally, unable to ignore them any longer, he gathered himself and broke the silence."Duchess Dillon, I must admit, I have my doubts about this Tomb of Gold," Caspian said, his voice filled with hesitancy.“Baron, doubts are only natural. But trust me when I say that the tomb of Gold is real, and it holds untold riches,” Duchess Dillion answered.Caspian's face remained unconvinced. "But how did you even come to know about it? It a