Caesar Leone

Chapter one

People look at me and they see a monster, I wont say they are wrong even the man in the mirror looks away from me. Ashamed to share the same face. They say I'm ruthless, cold blooded, and heartless. They’re right, I am all those things. And to be honest I’d never choose to be different. Because although I am all those things, I'm also the boss. And nobody f***s with the boss. Besides, having feelings just gives people something they can use against you. And I can't afford to be weak. Not when I have a city to rule. The bright lights that shine through the curtains of every building at night is the only thing that I find peace in. New York City belongs to me. It's my home and my burden. 

I'm Caesar Leone. The Don of the italian mafia. My late father left this job to me, granted he’d also trained me since I was born to take over. I never thought of anything other than this life. I killed for the first time when I was ten.To this day that is the one and only person that I killed that haunts me in my dreams. I don't kill the innocent, I just kill the guys that deserve it and I’d kill me too if I was someone else, cause I'm not a good man. They say I'm the devil. The one true evil. Yet some call me their hero, so I don't know what I am anymore. All I know is that my heart stopped beating a long time ago. And you can't kill what's not alive. I remember when I was younger my mother told me that one day the world would change for the better and that I would be at the center of it. She told me I was destined for something great and she could feel it in her bones. She also told me that I was gonna fall in love, and that she was gonna be the strongest woman i’ll ever meet. It hurts me cause I disappointed my mother all she ever wanted was greatness for me, all she ever saw was the good, and all she ever got was despair. I'm just sorry I can't make it right by her.

My father used to say to me, “No one will ever love you. Even a monster can't love the devil. Your mother couldn't even love you, that's why she left you.” My father might have been wrong about a lot of things . As well as did questionable things . But this was the one truth he ever told me. At least the only one that really meant anything to me. I went through a lot as a kid. Too much for me to handle, so instead of dealing with it.I shut myself off. That's why the only time I show a hint of emotion is when I'm looking out at my city in the night. standing on my roof ledge almost close enough to touch the stars. I've never cried, well maybe one tear a long time ago.  But that doesn't count. 

“Caesar? Are you out on the roof again?”Lincoln shouts from the door. Lincoln is my right hand man and also my best friend which is the only reason I let him call me by name. 

“Yes I’m up here, what is it Lincoln?” I say in a semi angry tone. Truth be told, I don't like when people interrupt my time alone with my city. 

“Caesar, we have a meeting soon with the Rossi’s.” he said.

“I know, ok i'll be down soon just text me when they arrive.” I said never taking my eyes off the city in front of me. 

“One more thing,the shipment arrives soon too.”

“Damit, do I have to sign off on anything?”

“No but you do need to be there because a special guest is there.” 

“f**k, ok when?” 

“Right after the meeting with the Rossi’s.” 

“Alright get the team together.” 

“You got it boss.” Lincoln laughed.

I know you probably think that I shouldn't let someone laugh at calling me boss, but the thing is he's not just someone he and I grew up together. Went through the same s**t that my father put me through. He was a little more gentle with Lincoln. I remember the day I met Lincoln I was five and he was four, my dad said that he was now my brother. At first I was against it. Not because I didn't like him but because I was scared for him. But after a couple of my fathers “treatments” which was just his sick way of making beating me sound like a good thing. But after a couple of those I gave in. From that day on Lincoln and I trained and lived together. Though I always got hit the hardest. My father loved Lincoln more than me when we were young. I trained harder because I thought if I was better than father would look at me like he looked at Lincoln, he never did look at me like that. And over time he started to hate Lincoln. Just not as much as me. Lincoln began to stand up for me and try to protect me from my father. You see, I wasn't allowed to do anything that wasn't in my training plan. One time when I was fourteen,  I went on a short walk and my father was yelling at Lincoln asking him where I was and Lincoln took a beating and lied for me. From that day on my father started to treat us the same. Anyway I guess it’s time for you to meet the team . walking into my office my team stands awaiting their instructions. First we have Beatrice ,about five four. 23 years old, tan skin, long brown hair, and hazel brown eyes. She's my tech wiz. Best hacker in the world. I came upon her one day back when I was still working as an assassin. She was working on one of her big heists but unfortunately someone caught on to her antics and sent me to kill her. Needless to say I didn't kill her, instead I took her in and now she works for me. Next we have Clay, 25 years old light brown hair, and emerald green eyes. He’s my very own assassin . I know you're thinking I don't need one when I am one myself. Well you're wrong cause I stopped taking jobs a long time ago. For all anyone knows Azreal died with my father on his deathbed. Clay’s loyal, his sister is Luna who also works for me. She's 22. Also my explosives expert looks very similar to her brother just a tad bit shorter than him. Next is Enzo, 24. Six foot two, he has dark brown skin and black hair always has them in dreads but never too long. He has golden brown eyes and my mafia's signature tattoo .He’s my gun expert and also my second best friend. Me and Lincoln met him one day when we were 16 and 15, we ran out the house cause our father was away on a trip which was the only time we had to ourselves. But we stumbled across Enzo in an alleyway he was shaking and looked like nothing but skin and bones. Almost like he was a walking skeleton, that's how thin he was. But when he saw us he was ready to fight us. I would have laughed if it wasn't for the fact that he was so weak and damaged. Lincoln looked at me and I knew what he was about to say before he said it. I drew my gun and just as I was gonna pull the trigger he walked over to my gun looked at me and said in the weakest and meek voice I have ever heard,

“It's a Glock-18.” he said with such admiration looking at my gun. That's when I looked over at Lincoln and we carried him home with us. My aunt, who was also my fathers cook, saw the boy and immediately tended to him . Until my father came back which meant we either told my father about him or let him back on the streets. We told him what would happen if he stayed and he didn't care. He said,

“I'd rather live with a monster,  then live the life I once lived.” so he was trained after that considering he was the same age as lincoln my father had them work together. And to say my father was impressed with Enzo's knowledge on guns and how they work would be an understatement. He praised me and Lincoln for bringing Enzo in. but if you ask me I think he just wanted someone else to control. Someone else to torture. And you've already met Lincoln, at the grand old age of 24 he’s my right hand and the one that I leave to take care of the boring things like shipments and such. He’s also a hopeless romantic as he puts it. Though I'm pretty sure that's just his excuse to say that he likes to get around. He's like “I'm just looking for the right one Caesar, dont worry about it.” He's six foot one, with dark brown hair, and purple eyes if you can believe it , not only that but the scar on his forehead we don't know where it came from. But if I had to guess I'd say it came from one of my fathers treatments. He also wears my mafia's tattoo. In fact everyone here does. Then there's me, 25 years old. Six foot four, pure black hair, and grey eyes with a hint of blue. I have a scar across my left eye. Which i'm sure came from my father but he always insisted it came from my mother. I've had it for as long as I can remember. And yes I’ll admit I like to have fun and no I'm not looking for my “soulmate” cause if you're soulless you can't have anyone out there that's looking for you. There is nobody that can tame or change me. I'm a man with no heartbeat. Scratch that, I'm the devil with no heartbeat. All I do is leave people heart broken , the reason their hearts beat a little slower than they used to. Or the reason they stop completely. Which makes me perfect for this life. Anyway, that's the only people that I intrust my life and business. So now that all the formalities are out of the way I guess it's time to go back to reality. 

“Enzo I'm gonna need you and clay for the shipment after the meeting with the Rossi’s.” I said in a stern voice. 

“Yes boss.” they both said simultaneously.  I walked over to Lincoln.

“Are they here?”

“Yeah they're in the normal room that you meet in.” I shook my head in agreement and walked to the room down the hall. Upon walking in I see two men dressed in all black with their bodyguards. And then I looked down the table to see Armando Rossi. The leader of the second biggest mob in the usa. The spanish mob. I walk over to the old man with his grey military fade cut hair. And his purple eyes. He stands and we shake hands to keep formal. But then he pulls me in for a hug. “It's been too long Hijo,” he said with a smile. You see, Armando is like a second dad to me; he knew my mother and they were close. Best friends as he describes. I used to beg to know about her when I was little. But when my efforts proved to be futile I gave up. All I do know is that she never loved my father. And you must be wondering why my father would let me hangout with Armando, well you see father liked him. Plus he thought that an ally was better than an enemy. But just between you and me my father was enemies even with his allies. 

“I've missed you too Armando, but let's talk business.”

“Ok, but you must have dinner with me sometime. You know I get lonely.” he said with a slight chuckle at the end. You see, Armando once was never alone; he had found his soulmate. The story cracks me up everytime he tells it. But that's a story for another time. Anyways he had found his soulmate, and she gave him a beautiful baby boy until one day he vanished right out of his room. With nothing but a gold dagger stabbed into his son's crib. The last thing he had to remember him by. Of course Armando searched for years until one day three years after his son's disappearance his wife fell pregnant again, with a baby girl. Armando was scared but was willing to stop at nothing to protect his baby girl. But what he never expected was that the one he was supposed to be protecting the baby from was his wife. She ran away right after she gave birth. No one knows where she is or where the baby is. But she did leave a note saying,

“I'm sorry my dear Armando, but I couldn't bear the thought of our sweet baby girl being taken from us. This life is not meant for her. Though on the day of my death if I shall pass before my time you will receive a note with the location and name of our daughter. Do not attempt to find her. I have put many things into keeping her hidden. Love always your hermosa.”

So yes Armando is lonely, and also one of the many reasons why I am not looking for my soulmate. Anyway for about an hour we talked about the alliance between us and about their cut of the shipments that are coming in. Just as i'm about to leave my office I get a call,

“Hey boss? We just got word that someone was found on the shipments.”

“What do you mean someone was found?” I asked, enraged that I had a stowaway on my ship. “We found someone hiding behind the crates boss.”

“Hold tight, I'm on my way.”