Cassius Brutus Novels & Stories

“Who are you?” “They call me Brutus,” the man said as his lips curled into a smug grin. Her face turned pale. “Brutus? The Poison Master?” “That’s me,” Brutus said with mocking grandeur. “Never heard of you.” Dustin was unimpressed. Brutus’s smile vanished. Allison said to him, “He’s a notorious assassin. He’s even taken down Martial Saints with his deadly poisons.” “Is that so?” Dustin muttered indifferently. “Who sent you?”

Dylan's POV. Yeah, it was the elder Cassius. The man has never had my respect. I mean, how could he? He’s Kane’s pet—his Umbra Inquisitor. The guy Kane calls on to play executioner for the pack, dealing out “justice” like it’s a damn gift from above. Nah, I’ve never trusted the guy, never even liked the way he breathed.

All wounds freshen up again to see him here. "Alpha king Brutus, Ceremony is yet to happen." Asthon realised the situation and intervened. But Brutus did not flinch. His eyes were not ready to leave me. "Wow, who is here? Cassandra? We all thought you were dead." Evelyn approached and held his elbow with that cunning smile on her face. "Some people tried their best to kill me, but unfortunately they failed." I taunted while looking into Brutus’s eyes as if I was challenging him. Brutus's face turned bitter. He gritted his teeth and furrowed his brows.

He materialized at my side in a smooth, fluid shift, his form bleeding out of the shadows like he’d been waiting there all along. “My lord.” His voice was clipped, steady, carrying that familiar bite of disdain that never quite softened, not even for me. I turned my gaze to him. Out of all my men, Cassius was the one I trusted with what mattered. He had sharp instincts, colder judgment, and a loyalty forged in scars. I had left much of the pack’s affairs in his hands for that reason alone. But he had his flaws. The kind that made him… unfit. He would have been the perfect guard for Scarlett. Ruthless, calculated, unflinching. But Cassius hated women. A deep, unyielding loathing that rotted i

“How about you? Don’t you have childhood friends or memories you’d like to share?” He knits his brows. “Oh. I guess I have one to share. And like yours, he moved out to Istanbul, but also unlike yours, we’re still keeping in touch....” Our conversation for the night goes on like that. It’s not a surprise for someone like Cassius to have many friends. He has this natural charm that both genders would admire about him. He’s effortlessly thoughtful, so I can’t imagine him deserting a friend, whatever the reason. He stayed and dedicated his life to helping Brandon; that’s one of the pieces of evidence.

The inquiries came like relentless waves, demanding clarity on the unfolding events, the involvement of Athenian senators, and Maximus' true intentions for the future of the Athenian-Roman state. Senator Cassius, a prominent figure in the Roman Senate known for his eloquence and strategic thinking, took the floor. "Maximus, the world watches as we seek answers. Rumors circulate, and skepticism lingers. Can you unequivocally address the allegations of Athenian senators aiding the rebellious faction in Rome? We demand transparency to ensure justice is served."

Alexander's words echoed in my mind: "Cassius, my brother, my enemy." Lord Cassius's soft voice gently interrupted my thoughts, pulling me back to the present. "What's your name?" he asked, his eyes filled with genuine curiosity. I hesitated, unsure if I should reveal my true identity or fabricate a lie to protect myself. Alexander's words echoed in my mind: "Cassius, my brother, my enemy." If Lord Cassius was indeed Alexander's brother, he might already know my name. My mind racing, I searched my memory. Hadn't Lord Cassius once visited Alexander at the manor? I recalled a vague image of a tall, dark-haired man, but his face remained blurry.

explained Cassius. "Enough of this boring talk. The Don is a good father, Jeff is dying, and Matheus is free! Now, let’s drink. And now, little brother, you’ll suffer a little with us." "Suffer?" Braston was still lost in the conversation. "Don’t remember?" Cassius asked, confused. "I don’t know what you’re talking about," Braston said, even more confused.

I didn't have females in my mafia, actually, and I needed someone to seduce Logan De Luca. Logan had been stealing numerous amounts of cocaine from me over the past years and he even killed a few of my men, the reason I hadn't killed him yet is because it's impossible to get close to him so that why I needed Cassandra to kill him for me. Cassandra had beautiful breasts, and she was so fucking beautiful, so it was going to be very easy for Logan to give in to her. "I need you to do something for me tonight, my love," I spoke into her ear as we headed back to my house.

“He’s here. He is qualified for the job, and he’s had his own past in a world with men like Lorenzo.” “Bring him in.” She opened the door wider. A man entered with the kind of stillness that clears a room. Tall. Dark hair, neatly kept. A charcoal suit that didn’t announce itself and a gaze that did, cool, attentive, unhurried. He stopped at a polite distance, as if measuring the space between us and deciding not to invade it. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said, nodding once. “Elias Gray. Thank you for accepting me in your firm. Ms. Vale told me that you needed a lawyer as a second advisor to your lawyer.”