The Ya’az Canopy was a sprawling estate located on a secluded island, surrounded by deep blue waters and lush greenery. It wasn't just an estate, it was a crime conglomerate.The island was heavily guarded, with watchtowers strategically placed around the perimeter, equipped with high-powered air guns to deter any unwanted visitors. The estate itself was massive, with multiple buildings and structures scattered throughout the property, giving it the appearance of a military zone.Outside, the night sky was illuminated by the glow of the watchtowers, casting a hauntingly beautiful light over the estate. The Ya’az Canopy was a fortress of power and wealth, a symbol of the influence and dominance of the Ya’az mafia household.As one approached the main house, the true wealth and power of the Ya’az household became evident. The garage was filled with an impressive collection of helicopters, ready to be deployed at a moment's notice. Near the dock, various boats and ships were moored, rea
Caspian sat at his desk, a frown etched on his face as he sifted through the reports and information gathered by his men about the attack in Burry’s border. Andreas stood beside him, watching with a concerned look on his face.He wasn't worried about being attacked, a necessarily as he should, but he was worried about not knowing particularly where the attack came from.“I can’t believe we still haven’t found any leads on who could have carried out the attack on us,” Caspian muttered, frustration lacing his voice.Andreas sighed, “I know, Caspian. We’ve been scouring every corner, questioning every informant we have, but it seems like the attackers just vanished into thin air.”Caspian ran a hand through his hair in exasperation, “My gut tells me it could be Don Albert or Don Razor behind this, but without any proof, we can’t do anything.”Andreas nodded in agreement, “It’s a dangerous game to accuse them without concrete evidence. We need to tread carefully.”Caspian leaned back in h
Andreas watched as Caspian rushed to his room after returning to his estate.His heart heavy with worry. He knew that Caspian was a man of honor, always putting his family and loved ones first. But the weight of the impending danger weighed heavily on his mind. The Ottomans were a formidable foe, and their demands for ransom were steep. Nevertheless, going to war with them might be detrimental.He followed Caspian to his room, determined to make him see reason. As he entered the room, he found Caspian sitting at his desk, his hands clenched into fists."Andreas, I appreciate your concern. But I cannot abandon Monica's brother," Caspian said, his voice firm.Andreas sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I understand, Baron. But we need to be strategic about this. The Ottomans are not to be trifled with. We need to think of a plan that will benefit us all."Caspian looked up. "I will not leave him to rot in an Ottoman prison. We will find a way to rescue him, no matter the cost."An
Caspian DiMarco, a Mafia boss, one of the most dangerous and feared in the city leader of the infamous DiMarco Empire, slipped out of his luxurious mansion under the cover of darkness, Caspian moved with stealth and purpose, his steps silent as he made his way through the shadowed alleyways. He had made a name for himself as a ruthless mafia boss, feared and respected in equal measure. his footsteps barely making a sound as he made his way into the local bar where he had arranged to meet Jamie. Someone he once helped in getting his daugher back from his debtors. The streets were quiet, the only sounds being the distant rumble of a passing car and the occasional bark of a dog in the distance. As he approached the bar, Caspian could see Jamie standing outside, nervously checking his watch every few seconds. Caspian approached him from behind, placing a hand on his shoulder. Jamie jumped in surprise, turning to face Caspian with a mixture of fear and gratitude in his eyes. "Caspian, t
Caspian sat back in his chair, a troubled expression on his face as he looked at Andreas who had been called to join him for some plans."I've been avoiding Duchess Dillion's marriage proposal for weeks now," he admitted. "But I have a feeling that it's holding up our plans for the Tomb of Gold."Andreas raised an eyebrow. "You think she's using the marriage proposal as leverage?"Caspian nodded. "I wouldn't put it past her. She's a shrewd woman, and she knows that I need her family's resources for the plan to work."Andreas leaned forward, placing a reassuring hand on Caspian's shoulder. "You are the Baron of the DiMarco empire, Caspian. You need to do whatever it takes to secure those resources, even if it means going through with the marriage."Caspian sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know you're right, Andreas. I just hate the idea of being tied down to someone I don't truly care for."Andreas nodded in understanding. "I know it's not ideal, but sometimes we have to mak
Caspian decided to visit his friend, Captain Rodrigo Duterte and discuss with him the issues that were in his head. As Caspian stepped onto the deck of the ship, he was immediately struck by the vastness of the ocean stretching out before him. The sea breeze whipped through his hair as he followed Rodrigo to the far end of the deck where a group of men were gathered, all clad in the distinctive uniforms of the DiMarco empire. "Baron Caspian DiMarco, allow me to introduce you to my most trusted men," Rodrigo said, gesturing to the group. "These are the ones who will ensure the success of our operation." Caspian nodded in acknowledgment, eyeing each man carefully as he shook hands with them one by one. He could sense the loyalty and determination in their eyes, and knew that they would stop at nothing to see their mission through to the end. "Captain Duterte has told us all about your expertise, Baron," one of the men spoke up, his voice tinged with respect. "We are honored to have
A knock came on the door and I rushed through the hallway. Before I got to the door, the banging increased and I fidgeted. “He must have been angry,” I thought.As I opened the door, the familiar scent of booze assaulted my senses and before I caught a glimpse of the face, a figure stumbled in through the door, landing directly on top of me, causing an imbalance till we both fell inside.He sprawled on me and all I had to do was scream. When screaming would not help, I pushed him off of my body, letting out another scream.The man got up, disoriented and swaying. He was clad in a white shirt and black pants. He clutched his suit in his hands as he staggered across the hallway. “You should have left the door for the…” he stuttered and mumbled more indistinct words as he went, leaving me no choice but to follow him.I caught up and reached out, grabbing his arm to force him to face me. "Who are you?" I demanded, hoping for some answers.A confused expression flickered across his face as
“Raise your head," Adam said.The face I once laughed at had become one of terror and I hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether I wanted to meet his cold, calculating eyes. But I knew I had no choice. I slowly lifted my head, meeting his intense gaze with my own."How did you end up with such a jerk?" Adam asked, his tone softening slightly as he looked at me with a hint of sympathy.I averted my eyes, unable to meet his gaze any longer. A lot was running through my head at that moment. How could someone from the seemingly perfect Webby household end up in a situation like this? Drunk and pruned to danger? How could a man with all the money, fame, and power be so broken on the inside?"Hope I wasn't a problem," Adam’s voice interrupted my thoughts, pulling me back to reality."Apart from the one you caused with my husband," I retorted, unable to keep the bitterness out of my voice."I am sorry, but he won't be a problem anymore. When it comes to business, I am in the centre of it an