Giulio Cesare Ship Novels & Stories

He shakes his head in amusement as he flicks on his torch and shines it in our faces. “And I’m not even the start of it,” he says with a cruel laugh. “Wait until you get back to the house and see how pissed Alessandro is.” “N-no,” I stammer. “I’m not going back.” “Oh, you are,” Cesare says. “How the hell did you know?” Gulio snaps, his body shaking with fury while I’m trembling with fear. “You think we didn’t know about you sneaking out of here as a kid? You think I didn’t follow you every single freaking time? And your guy, Gulio?” he hisses.

“Talk.” He hesitated. “One of our captains — the Sorrenti crew out of Naples — flipped.” “To who?” Luca asked. Mateo’s jaw clenched. “We're not sure. But two of our intel are dead, and someone leaked the coordinates of our cargo ship in the Adriatic. It was hit an hour ago. Sunk.” Amara’s face didn’t change. “How many casualties?” “Ten. Including the captain.” Her silence was louder than a scream.

If luck hadn't run out. If Giuseppe hadn’t anticipated them. The huge black shape appeared from the darkness like a drifting monolith. A fishing trawler—massive, old, and crawling forward with painful slowness—crossed directly into their path. “Luca!” Ethan shouted. Luca spun the wheel so hard the Riva skidded sideways, barely avoiding the steel hull of the trawler. The shockwave of displaced water slammed into them, nearly knocking Ethan overboard. “That wasn’t an accident,” Luca said, breath sharp. “Giuseppe is using his deep-sea fleet. He knew we’d have to steal something.”

Somewhere in the countryside, green hills and olive groves. After an hour, I recognize landmarks. We're heading back to Marbella. Back to the estate. "What happened to Giulietta?" I ask suddenly. César doesn't look at me. "I told you. She's dead." "How?" "Does it matter?" "She helped me. I want to know how you killed her." He's quiet for a long moment. Then: "I didn't." I turn to stare at him. "You said....." "I lied." He glances at me. "She's alive. Banished from Spain. Her family's alliance with mine is severed. She's lost everything—her position, her future, her name."

Quinn replied as she pointed towards our back, and indeed there was a ship, and it was speeding as far as I could tell. “What are they running from?” I asked, turning to Enzo, who shifted in my presence. Quinn licked her lips while watching the show, and it pissed me off even more. “Whatever it is, they can’t face it on their own, so I guess they’re seeking help because they’re flying a white flag and a large scroll that says, ‘Help us.’” The men kept moving the ship closer to this ship because it was the only way we could know what they were running away from.

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Giulio: Spill it before you send me to Africa. Enzo: Do you really want to go there that badly? Alessio, did something happen? Giuseppe: Do you need me to return to help? I know you're busy and scheduled, Alessio. From what I know, we didn't know that Cassius is Cesare's son. He keeps under the radar too well. But why? Yes, why? That question makes me itch with discomfort. Forcing the answer out of Cassius' mouth seems like a nice option but it's a no-go considering he might distort the truth.

The screen projects a hologram of the ship; complete with internal and cut-out views. DIANA: You are the captain and owner of the DJS ITALICA. A battle cruiser class dimensional jump ship by tonnage. You have a crew of 1 of a possible 100 capacity. This ship is equipped with 20 Proximity Defense guns, 2 fore bearing plasma particle accelerating cannons, 6 heavy missile pods, 10 rocket barrage pods, 6 space torpedo pods, and lastly a 1050mm caliber 6500Mj fore bearing railgun that fire rounds made with tungsten iridium and graphite to form a unique kind of alloy carbide able to penetrate through 7 or 8 ships. We also have enough capacity to carry 4 civilian capsule boats and 10 drones. Curren

Badummm! "You know I'm supposed to kill for shouting like a maniac right?" I said as a matter of fact and he chuckled before pulling me up from the bed to my feet. "Oooh, I see a love ship coming up." Kori said and Isaac whistled. "Let me guess what your ship name would be. Hmmm..Dante and Arietta, should we say...Arite?" Clarry said and I shook my head "How about Riante?" Mouris chipped in.

I get up from my seat and start pacing around my office, thinking of the best way to prevent that engagement from happening at all costs. “I want you to blow up the shipment waiting at the port.” I order, stopping my steps. “H-how?” “Are you an idiot? Do I need to repeat my orders twice?” “I’m sorry, boss, it’s just that it will be a significant loss for both you and Belucci.” “That loss is nothing compared to what I stand to gain by keeping Yelizaveta away from Carluccio.” “Should I ask our men to abandon the ship?” “No, sometimes it’s worth making certain sacrifices to achieve a greater good. I want that ship to blow up within ten minutes, and once you inform me, we’ll head to the Belucci