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
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