Cesar On My Block Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

Ashton replied with a nod. Caesar returned the nod with a smile, stepped out, and closed the door. As Ashton drove off, Caesar ran a hand through his hair, exhaled deeply, and crossed the street. He caught his reflection in the building's glass doors, hoping he hadn’t overdone it for the party. Black jeans, a black shirt, and a brown bomber jacket paired with black shoes gave him a relaxed yet polished look. His only accessory was his father’s Rolex, adding a subtle touch of sophistication.

It's been weeks since I started texting this guy on the dating app and he was living on the same street as me.I told him that we could meet personally if he ever finish his works since he was all busy on this week and probably next week he would be free.Caesar recommended him weeks ago on the street bar on that night.

Ace sat beside me on the floor, Ceaser joined as well. He took Ace's laptop from his lap and placed it on his. Ceasar's hand was fast and nimble, I could barely see what he was typing on a coded page. I never really knew Ceasar, but he was famous both outside and inside the university. Outside, he was the son of a renowned Computer Hacker who works for America's Navy. Inside, he was a well-known playboy. Ceasar does not just flirt with girls from Beta, he flirts with everyone. Sometimes I wonder where he gets the guts to do it when he is risking the points of Beta.

"Sawyer, reality is, you need to move on from Shawn." "I have moved on!" "Oh, you mean Tom. Tom is an idiot and you could do much better than him. He's just another dumb jock." "So, who would be so much better? You?" "Actually, yes. If you ever decided to cross that line with me, I'd be willing to meet you in bed," Ceasar said with a giant grin before I smacked his arm. "Ouch!" "Go back to torturing freshman with your outdated pick-up lines. I'm going to mingle."

“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.

I stopped dead in the doorway, towel clutched loose in one fist, the other hand curled into a fist at my side. He must’ve felt the shift in the air, because his gaze snapped to me instantly. One brow lifted, slow, lazy, dangerous. “Problem, little firecracker?” Ceasar asked, voice low, amused, daring me to say it out loud. Xandra glanced up, oblivious, and smiled bright. “Ready when you are, gorgeous.” I didn’t move. My eyes stayed locked on Caesar. He pushed off the wall, stalking toward me with that predator grace that made my pulse spike even through the rage.

She smiled and nodded before sitting on the couch beside her brother, Armando, who rolled his eyes and proceeded to scroll through his phone. “I take it Lorenzo went out?” Armando teased. “Yes, it seems like a certain beta, aka you, sent him out for a job.” She said, rolling her eyes. I looked at Ezra who shook his head, smirking at the bickering siblings before he looked at me and nodded.

Caesar explained. Levine’s silence hung for a moment before he spoke. "Fine. I’ll trust your words, but don’t drag it out too long. Timing is everything." "Don’t lecture me, Levine," Caesar retorted. "Now, tell me about Zayn. Have you found his weakness?" "Ah, yes. Found it two days ago." Caesar's fingers gripped the phone tighter. "Two days, and I'm just knowing?!" "No. I was going to tell you, but I wanted to confirm it first. It's just... it's not confirmed yet," Levine replied.