Giulio Cesare Ship Novels & Stories

“Aylessio’s side.” Aylessio? What? She stared at me expectantly, wiggling her eyebrows teasingly. Rebecca and Artemy. Aylessio. Her ship name for us. I let out a laugh when realization dawned to me. She really wasn’t giving up. “Don’t laugh. This ship is not sinking, you hear me? It has sailed and will keep sailing! It’s not sinking under my watch.” She narrowed her eyes at me, but her tone had taken a teasing lilt now.

I started to lean forward again, greedy for more of his lips on mine when the car came to a halt. "We are here." Alpha Cole muttered, his voice husky and making my womanhood clench. Then he cleared his throat and pushed a button, surprise flickering in my eyes as I took in the view in front of us. We were on a shore, and the most luxurious white ship I ever set my eyes on stood before us. On the body was inscribed the words, 'Roman.' Hell, a date on a ship?

Elena took a step forward, sliding the 1982 Cabotage Treaty across the table. "The strait belongs to the national maritime corridor, Don Cesare. Your uncle signed this treaty forty years ago, binding your family to perpetual free transit." Falcone sneered, tossing the parchment document aside without reading the text. "My uncle is dead, girl. Parchment from 1982 does not command the gunboats I placed outside Messina." Elena drew a breath, her voice razor-sharp in the quiet pavilion. "Those gunboats operate in direct violation of Italian admiralty law."

“Boss, we found something. Catalina’s men. Not her. But they’re moving cargo tonight. Midnight. Dock 7. Heavily armed.” “Emilia?” Lucien snapped. “No sign. But the shipment’s strange. Guarded like it’s made of gold. She could be inside.” Lucien’s grip tightened. “Stay close. Do not engage.” “Copy.” He ended the call. Julio was already walking back in. “We gearing up?” Lucien nodded. “South docks. Midnight.” Julio nodded, heading off to prep. But before he reached the door, Lucien called out, voice low.

Mara swirled around. Between the rocks outside on the sea a larger ship appeared. Not big as a cruise ship. But big enough. A rusty cutter. Without lighting. Almost noisy. Only the rhythmic stamping of the engine came over. Noah became pale. Elias stepped backwards. And Emilia began to tremble. Mara looked at the ship. A name was painted on the side. In the weak light she could only read a word. Asteria. Then she suddenly understood something. Not slow.

Julia began, her voice smooth, low, and terrifyingly clear, "Silvio declared a coup from a borrowed warehouse. Marco betrayed his oath inside this very house. And Cassio brought an armed militia to the western border." She paused, taking a slow breath. "Today, Silvio is buried under the floorboards of an abandoned ironworks. Marco is at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. And Cassio’s shipping terminals are nothing more than ash and burnt steel." A collective murmur rippled through the back rows. Captain Bruno, the eldest of the remaining district bosses—a man who had run the city's docks for over two decades—stepped forward. His face was pale, his knuckles white as he clutched a leather folde

Alessandro ignored them and we continued striding in. Guess he’s ashamed of calling me his wife? But why does it sting? I bit my inner lips and threw him a side look. His face was blank. Hard to decipher what’s going through his head. But what was I expecting? For him to claim me out here? Then why marry me? To punish me for stealing his money? But that shouldn’t be enough reason. His security men were shielding them and getting the people away from us. “Mr Alessandro Caruso we heard that some group of people attacked your ships at your docks!!”

As she recalled, Zhou Fu had told her that Shen Shen was on the Guichuan ship belonging to the nobleman Feng Yaoshan who was a Shamo nobleman. “Do you think it is the Guichuan ship?!” Zhou Fu asked briefly. “There's no mistaking it, it's the ship that big brother Zhou is referring to! I saw the engraving of Guichuan's writing on that ship!” Yang Zi replied as he approached Zhou Fu who was carrying Patriarch Yuan Kai. “Leave your prey. Get on the horse and quickly get out of here!” said Patriarch Yuan Kai as he gestured for one of the youths to carry him.

Cesare said as he gestured for the guards to take us back to the lower deck. As the yacht turned and began to speed toward the southern shore I realized that I had just signed Lucien and Alessia’s death warrants, and I wondered if there was any way for me to fix the mess I had made before we reached the vineyard.

I cringed as his axe blazed to life, the glow so intense it seemed inconceivable no one would notice. But the gaze of the men defending the ship remained riveted on the Mystic Rune pack. Seconds later, the crackle of flames reached my ears. I lifted the burning stick and I crawled toward the lowering sails. One eye on the guards, I held the flames to the folds of fabric, smirking as they caught fire. My eyes wandered to the ship next to the one I knelt in. What if Cassius’s troops refused to relinquish the fight for a ship or two? What if they needed additional incentives? I sprang to the next ship as flames climbed up the mast behind me.