Cesar From On My Block Novels & Stories

“Is it… Blakewood? The person you're working for.” Cesare froze mid-step. His body went rigid. He didn’t turn nor answer. But he didn’t need to. His silence was enough. It really was Blakewood.

My voice is a whisper, shaking from a severe earthquake rushing from my chest all through every nerve of my body. Matthew was one head turn away from seeing his claimed sweet wife handcuffed by her boss. His best friend’s brother. Serge doesn’t say a word while he lowers his hand, caressing my black hair, twirling and turning a few locks in his fingers, his eyes glued to them like it’s the most mesmerizing thing he has ever seen.

'I'm not gonna lose from now on, I'll make sure that I'm always be the one in the lead. Standing at the Ceo's office door, Carla fixed herself first. She took the small bottle of perfume from her pocket and sprayed it on her neck and wrist, then she knocked. She was about to knock again when the door suddenly opened, then Mr. Javier came out. The assistant nodded to carla and opened the door widely to let her in. Carla glanced at the departing Mr. Javier while rubbing her chest. "I thought it was Mr. Atanante who opened the door for me." She murmurs. She straightened herself and slowly entered the office.

Fear pulses through me, and I know I’m being silly because I have no reason to fear the person that the voice belongs to. I turn around slowly, preparing myself for another headache to hit, but nothing comes when I look at the person behind me. He’s an older man; dark hair with streaks of gray and what I’ve come to learn are Leonetti eyes. “You must be Cezar,” I say and watch as surprise flickers across his features. “You remember me?” I shake my head. “Nero told me about you when I asked him who all lives here,” I explain. “He mentioned his siblings and an uncle. I know he’s the eldest of his siblings, so you can only be Cezar.”

The day curled into evening without declaring what it had decided to be. Sasha walked the east lawn with Vince and Marco, hydrangeas backlit into drama. The knot had shifted from fist to stone. It didn’t stab anymore; it occupied. “Say it,” Vince said. “I think Cesare is changing the time signatures,” she said. “He’s not sending more men yet. He’s moving the same men a half-step off.” Marco exhaled through his nose. “Syncopation.”

"D-Daniel~!" "Caesar get a hold of yourself! We need to help Daniel out first before you pass out!" After my classes just end for today bunch of females from our department was blocking the doorway luckily Allison squeezes herself in to help me out but it got more worse since the others are try the same trick but Caesar end up with an idea which isn't successful in the mid way we're stuck now on the ground hallway.I couldn't squeeze myself out harder or else I'll get the females hurt or be trip off by the others.

The ringing of his phone erupted in the room and seeing the caller ID a smirk appeared on his face as he glanced at Jasper who got the signal and bowed before leaving the room. Caesar answered the phone and the first thing he heard was cuss he knew too well “ ty chertov sukin syn! [ You fucking son of a bitch!] “ I guess you got my return gift for you.” Caesar said as his eyes turned bored feeling the thrill running in his veins envisioning the reaction of his nemesis. “ Caesar you fucker! How the fuck did you dare to send dead rats to my fucking house!” The other side shouted with a rage filled tone that Caesar had to move away his phone to protect his ears from blasting.

To run off and find Celine or Caroline. Instead, he disappears for exactly ninety seconds—I count them—before returning with a plastic container of building blocks. "What are you doing?" I ask as he plops down on the rug in front of my desk. Caesar dumps the blocks out, creating a small rainbow of plastic chaos on my imported Persian rug. "Building," he says simply like that explains everything. I should tell him to leave. I should call Celine. I should do a million things that don't involve watching a toddler construct a wobbly tower on my office floor.

Ceasar received a call from Selene. “Yes sweetheart, you finally got tired and called me,” he scoffed as he answered the call , he sat in his favorite chair, spread his legs in the basin , let one of his maids clean and massage him, his athletic ,erect yet well built body covered in numerous tattoos was wrapped in his nightgown. His teeth covered in silver ornaments shone every time the light hit them, his jet black wet long hair, held in a short ponytail on his head, his fingers, covered in rings, held tight on his cigarette. A glass of scorched tequila in another . “I have a package, I want you to help me handle it,” Selene said on the other line .