In the DiMarco Empire, Caspian stood in his office, with four figures huddled around a table covered in maps and scrolls. Caspian sat at the head of the table with an intense look in his eyes. Andreas, his loyal second in command, stood by his side, ready to assist in any way necessary. Rique and Raquel, two of the captains of the DiMarco, sat across from them, their faces grim with concern. "Sanchez, tell us what happened on Trent street," Caspian demanded, his voice cold and authoritative. Sanchez, a grizzled man with a scar running down his cheek, cleared his throat before speaking. "I was making a delivery on Trent street when I was ambushed by a group of masked men. They stole the box I was carrying and left me for dead." Caspian's jaw clenched at the news. "This is the first time we would experience a doublecross in the history of DiMarco empire. Isn't it, Andreas?" "Yes, Baron, Andreas answered. "And do you have any idea who these men were, Sanchez?" Sanchez shook hi
Rique was busy with his laptop in the computer room where he was the head of the sector, the glow of the screen illuminating his determined expression. He had been tirelessly tracking down the location of a briefcase that held valuable information, and finally, his efforts were paying off. As he stumbled upon the address he had been searching for, he couldn't contain his excitement. Conducting the search again to be certain, he realized that the same location appeared on his screen once more. Without wasting a second, he rushed over to Andreas, his trusted colleague, who was intently studying some files at his desk. "Supo, I think I have found the location of the briefcase," Rique exclaimed, his voice filled with a sense of urgency. Andreas looked up, intrigued by Rique's sudden excitement. As Rique showed him the address displayed on his laptop, Andreas's eyes widened in realization. The location indicated on Rique's map was Wallows Square, a place that held significance in the
Caspian looked up from his desk as Duchess Dillion entered the room, her expression firm yet concerned."What is it, Dillion?" Caspian asked, sensing the urgency in her presence.Duchess Dillion took a seat opposite Caspian, her gaze unwavering as she spoke. "I know we may not have the most conventional of marriages, but I still want to support you in any way I can. I may not be your ideal partner, but I am willing to help."Caspian studied her for a moment, the weight of her words sinking in. "I appreciate your offer, Dillion. Truly, I do," he said softly. "I am willing to consummate our marriage, but there is something holding me back."Duchess Dillion tilted her head, her curiosity piqued. "What is it, Caspian? What is holding you back?"Caspian sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. "It's the briefcase. It contains sensitive information that I cannot afford to lose. Without it, I am vulnerable."Duchess Dillion's eyes widened in realization. "I understand now. You need the brief
Ali Ya'az stood on the deck of his island, observing the approaching ship. The tower made the call through a loudspeaker to inquire about the men on board, and three figures emerged from the vessel. They were Don Razor, Don Alpha, and Don Albert. Ali instructed his men to lower their arms as he watched the ship draw closer. As Ali waited for the ship to reach the port, his daughter Yandil approached him, concern etched on her face. "Father, I still haven't found anything on Caspian DiMarco and Duchess Dillion," she said, frustration evident in her voice. Ali placed a reassuring hand on his daughter's shoulder. "Yandil, my dear, I know you have been trying your best. The DiMarco Empire is a powerful and secretive entity, but I trust in your abilities. Keep digging, and you will unearth something valuable." Yandil nodded, determination shining in her eyes. "I won't give up, father. I will find a way to uncover the truth about the DiMarco Empire." Ali smiled at his daughter, pri
Caspian and his wife, Duchess Dillon, sat in their black tinted SUV as they drove away from the imposing DiMarco empire.Caspian clenched the steering wheel tightly, his mind filled with anger and determination. The briefcase, containing precious secrets from his empire, had been stolen, and he needed it back.Duchess Dillon placed her hand on Caspian's tense shoulder, offering silent support. "We will find those responsible, my love," she assured him, her voice calm and reassuring. "My household will assist you in every way possible."Caspian's gaze met hers briefly, gratitude and determination reflecting in his eyes. "Thank you, my Duchess," he said softly. "I appreciate your help. Together, we can bring justice to those who have wronged us."A sly smile curled on Duchess Dillon's lips. "Indeed, Caspian. This partnership will be unmatched. Two mafia bosses working side by side, there is nothing we can't achieve."As they drove through the dimly lit streets, Caspian couldn't help but
The group of 12 men, Men of the Refuge, disguised as beggars made their way through downtown Burry, blending in seamlessly with the other pedestrians on the busy streets. They had been given strict orders by their leader, Stefan, to find Jerome's sister and kidnap her. As they walked, they kept their eyes peeled for their target, all the while keeping a low profile to avoid drawing any attention to themselves. Amongst the chaos of the city, it was Mr. Luke who spotted her first. He waited patiently, biding his time as he listened in on Jasmine's phone conversation with her friend. Her voice carried through the bustling street, giving Luke the perfect opportunity to strike. As she turned a corner, Luke pounced on her, catching her off guard as they both struggled in the midst of the crowd. Jasmine's phone fell to the ground, the sound of the conversation fading into the background as the two grappled with each other. From the other side, Jasmine's friend called repeatedly. While
Caspian's heart was racing as he returned to the refuge and was greeted by Stefan, the captain of the team that he had set up and had chosen to call the Refuge Men. Stefan had a look of pride on his face as he informed Caspian, his boss, that they had successfully abducted Jasmine, Jerome's sister. "Baron, I have something to show you," Stefan said. "What is it?" Caspian asked. "We abducted one Jasmine, a sister Jerome of Ottoman's gang." "What have you done?" Caspian asked. "Besides, how did you infiltrated into the ottomans space? The downtown is known to be dangerous." "Baron, we did it for you," Stefan said, a hint of excitement in his voice. "Although you haven't given us a duty or anything, but I as well as the team think it is right to chose what we want to do for you and what we chose altogether is to deal with things you think are too rough for you or things that needed to be done in the right way by your gang." Caspian's shock was palpable. This was exactly what
Jerome and Amir entered the cell where Adam was seated, his hands bound and a look of defiance in his eyes. "Adam," Jerome began, his voice booming in the silent room. "We have come with an offer for you." Adam raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical of their intentions. "And what could the likes of you possibly offer me? You have kept me here for months and you're here with the guts to tell me you have an offer? I doubt you know what you're talking about." "I'd listen if I were you. Cos we are here to discuss your frwesom," Jerome said and walked towards him. "My freedom, or a deal? Make it clear to me,* Adam said. Jerome shared a knowing look with Amir before continuing. "My sister has been taken captive by the DiMarco Empire, led by Baron Caspian. He had approached me twice for your release and I rejected. Now, he has demanded your release in exchange for hers." Adam's eyes widened in surprise at the mention of the DiMarco Empire. "What makes you think I would agree to such a