Caspian stood tall on the dais, looking out at the gathered members of his household. He could feel the tension in the room, the uncertainty hanging in the air like a heavy fog.He saw them dressed in suits and hats and he knew they would follow him. Andreas told him that it wasn't necessary but he knew that he had to address them, to reassure them that this wedding was not a forced union, but a strategic decision for the greater good of the DiMarco household."My dear friends and allies, captains and leaders of the DiMarco Empire…" Caspian began, his voice strong and unwavering. "I stand before you today to address a matter of great importance. As you all know, today marks the wedding of myself and Duchess Dillion. I know there may be questions and concerns surrounding this union, but I ask you to trust in me and in the decision that has been made."He paused, looking around at the faces of his loyal followers. He could see the doubt in their eyes, the worry that this wedding was a p
The vans entered before the limousine where Caspian and his wife were. with honks which were turned on at their loudest.Then the limousine drove in, with members of the household, some trekking with the car while others were in the vans that came in after the limousine.They had taken over the street and had caused traffic as it was their baron's wedding. Caspian would have wanted less drama but the DiMarco empire was known to be loud and commanding so there was nothing that he could do to stop them.When they were in, Caspian stepped out with his wife and was received with a rear by the members of gang.The cheers from the crowd were deafening as Caspian and Duchess Dillion stood on the podium overlooking their subjects.The 12 leaders of the DiMarco outposts stood tall and proud, ready to pledge their loyalty to their new Baron and Duchess.Andreas, Raquel, and Rique stood at the front of the crowd with their eyes raised on the dais as they beheld their Baron and his wife, their fa
Caspian stood on the porch, the cool night air swirling around him as he mulled over the decision that lay before him. It was the first day of his wedding with Duchess Dillion and he was feeling the heat already. He was faced with the need to decide where he'll place the Duchess particularly with the tantrum that she had thrown to Monica and his daughter. He paced back and forth, the weight of his role as leader of the DiMarco household pressing down on him heavily. He knew that his loyalty to his family and duty as a mafia boss were at odds with the feeling that Duchess Dillion had for him, even though he hadn't been able to figure it out. As he pondered his next move, Andreas, his most trusted advisor, approached him with a respectful bow. "Baron," Andreas began, addressing Caspian by his title. "What troubles you?" Caspian sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I am torn, Andreas," he admitted, his voice heavy with uncertainty. "I do not know if I can
Caspian sat in the dining room. It was Monday, the second day of his marriage to Duchess Dillion, a woman he had been forced to care for in a short amount of time. It was also the first day of the week and there was more to handle. As he sipped his wine, lost in thought, he was suddenly interrupted by the sound of soft footsteps. Looking up, he saw his daughter, Sonya, standing in the doorway of her room. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of her, her long dark hair falling in waves around her delicate face. She looked so small and vulnerable in the dim light, and he felt a surge of protectiveness towards her. "Sonya, what are you doing up so late? You should be sleeping now." Caspian asked, reaching out to pick her up and settle her on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest. "I couldn't sleep, Papa," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. Caspian felt a pang of guilt at the thought of his daughter lying awake in her bed, no
Ali Ya'az stood on the deck of his favorite ship and smoke cigarette as he looked far and near the waters that surrounded him.The salty sea breeze tousled his hair as he listened to the reports coming in over the phone, through mails and calls.The first call was from one of his men, who informed him of Captain Rodrigo Duterte's lucrative sea deals that could have been potential opportunities for The Ya'az Canopy. Ali's brow furrowed in anger as he listened, his grip on the phone tightening."What do you mean Captain Duterte is making deals worth millions of dollars that could have been ours?" Ali seethed, his voice laced with frustration."I'm sorry, sir. It seems that someone has been supplying Captain Duterte with information about our potential deals," the man on the other end of the line explained nervously."Are you here reporting him or you want to know what to do about your being lacky?" Ali asked."No Baron, I thought I fucked up and you should know," he said.Ali's eyes nar
Caspian sat at his desk, a deep furrow in his brow as he listened to Andreas, Rique, and Raquel discussing the delay of the Tomb of Gold plan with Duchess Dillion.They all knew that the plan hinged on her cooperation, but something was holding her back.Andreas, always the most outspoken of the group, leaned forward and asked, "Baron, is there something you're not telling us? Why hasn't your wife followed through with the plan? Is there some kind of obstacle we're not aware of?"Caspian sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. "You have to understand, I didn't make the call on this one. The delay is due to two households and two rival gangs being involved. It's a delicate situation, and the Duchess is waiting for the right moment to make her move."Rique shifted uncomfortably in his seat, glancing at Raquel who was frowning thoughtfully. "But what can we do to help, Baron? We're ready to take action, but we need to know what the hold-up is."Caspian hesitated for a moment before
Caspian watched as his daughter, Sonya, and Duchess Dillion sat at the dining table, the air tense with unspoken tension between the two. It was the first time that they would gather and eat but still, he knew that there were unsettled issues among them all, mostly the one between himself and the Duchess. Sonya, with her inquisitive nature, was firing questions at Duchess Dillion about the strange dishes laid out before them. The Duchess, in turn, was answering her with a polite smile, trying to navigate the tricky waters of their new relationship. Caspian noticed the unwillingness to answer in the Duchess and she finally confirmed it as she tried to change the topic. "Why don't you call me Mommy, Sonya?" Duchess Dillion asked gently, her eyes meeting the young girl's. Sonya paused, her fork suspended in mid-air. She looked up at the Duchess, her eyes searching for something, perhaps a hint of warmth or familiarity. "I...I don't know," she finally mumbled, looking down at her p
Don Albert burst into Don Razor's office with a sense of urgency. "Razor, have you seen the memo from Ali Ya'az?" he asked, waving the phone in the air. Don Razor looked up from his desk, a serious expression on his face. "Yes, I just received it. It seems like we're not the only ones who got it. Alpha should too.""We can't be sure. Let's go see him," Albert suggested.Together, they set out and drove to Alpha's club..After they were seated for a while, in walked Don Alpha, a stern look on his face. "I got the same message from Ali Ya'az," he confirmed, holding up his own copy of the memo. The three Dons exchanged worried glances, knowing that if Ali Ya'az was involved, it was a serious matter. Don Albert cleared his throat. "We need to find out what this is about. Let's go see Alpha and get to the bottom of it." Don Razor nodded, standing up from his desk. "Let's go." The three Dons piled into Don Albert's car and drove to Alpha's headquarters. As they entered Alpha's off