Caspian X Novels & Stories

It would be like having an aperitif. Yes, that's right, an aperitif before dinner! What stronzo (asshole*) would have anything against an aperitif? "What happened to your other chef? "He's bedridden. Stronzo (asshole*) has a skin infection, apparently shingles. He told me about chicken pox, but frankly, I don't care. All I care about is who was going to feed my VIPs." The doors open again and reveal a gigantic casino. In the center of the tables of games, strippers make the show on bars of pole dance arranged.

“What did you do, Caspian?” Another pause. Longer this time. “I destabilized a financial lattice that funds private militaries across three continents,” Caspian said calmly. “Elias calls it chaos. I call it justice.” “You’re triggering collapses,” I said. “Millions could be affected.” “Millions already are,” Caspian replied. “I just made it visible.” I felt the weight of both sides crushing my chest. “He wants to contain you,” Rico said. “Or eliminate you.” Caspian laughed. “He can try.”