Julius Caesar - Chapter 3

Chapter 3






A/N: Whoever skipped the Prologue, I'd recommend you to return and read it first because it's quite important for understanding this chapter and thank you. And sorry for any inconvenience lol ♡

Oh and please, please, do not discontinue reading or skip chapters, because I promised you a good plot and several twists. Just be patient with how I introduce the characters and develop them, before the actual story begins. Love you all, each and every one of you.

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Another A/N:""Psst..u got a bit of violence ahead of you.""

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'" I sat across Father on the round dining table with Melendez between us. There were candles with flames dancing around, teasing the darkness the night.

I shifted uncomfortably on my chair as I watched Father unwrap the fork, spoon, and knife from the napkin. I then watched Father's sharp eyes, narrow at Melendez as they began to converse.

I watched Melendez give Father a small smile, but I also noticed his shaking hands that he hid under the table, presumably on his laps.

I felt my chest tighten without reason and so I decided to unbutton the first two buttons of my polo with my shaky hands. I was feeling nervous. Maybe because Father said that this was important. That I'd learn a lot from this. He said that I should focus on everything he did because it was my first time to participate in a meeting. For Gorj- Father's company.

He said it'll be interesting.

I wiped my clammy palms on my denim shorts.

"You know why you're here, Melendez?" Father started clasping his hands and I watched him curiously. The way his eyes diverted and then reverted the attention back to his guest.

Melendez sipped on his red wine and nodded subtly. He pursed his lips, then started talking in a deep voice. His face was round with a stubble and his eyes were gentle but smart.

"Of course," he said. "-to celebrate the alliance with Sivvyx."

Melendez smiled at Father who raised his eyebrows.

"You got that right," Father said glancing at me, causing my heart to skip a beat. "Mostly."

Melendez began cutting into his steak with his knife and I felt my heart beat faster. Sweat beads managed to come rolling down the side of my face as I breathed faster.

What was wrong with me?

"Son?" Father said snapping me out of my trance. I looked at him. "Aren't you going to eat? You gotta get stronger. You just turned seventeen. Aren't I right, Melendez?"

Melendez chuckled and I turned to look at him, my eyes widening.

I guessed I was freaking out. The complete opposite of what Father asked me to be.

Composed. In control.

"That's right boy. You got tough years ahead of you!"

I glanced back at Father who was glaring at me.

I missed mom.

I reluctantly picked up my fork and knife and then looked down at the steak in front of me. I pierced it with my knife and felt my insides turn upside down. I swallowed down the bile creeping up my esophagus.

Focus, Julius. Focus.

"But I'm quite disappointed," Father started, dabbing the corners of his mouth with the napkin. "Why didn't Jordan himself join us? I mean he's the CEO-"

"He told me to tell you that he was busy and that he apologizes. That's why he sent me. As a representative of the company," he said and Father nodded slowly.

"Busy, huh?"

"That was what he told me," Melendez's voice broke a bit, but I caught it. I wondered if Father caught it too.

Because it meant, he was lying.

I shifted again as Father chewed on his food. I glanced at Melendez's face that was lit by the flames of the candles. He sipped more on his red wine. Blood red wine.

"The contrac-" my father started, but Melendez interrupted him.

"About that," Melendez said. "-you haven't signed it yet."

Father nodded. "Do you have it now? I couldn't have the time to sign previously, but I looked at it-"

"I do!" Melendez said excitedly.

"Can I see it now?"

"While we're eatin-?"

"Yes. Now," Father said and I gulped as his tone changed.

Melendez shrugged and reached for a clear plastic folder, which I guessed contained the contract. Father reached for it with a smile. He then slowly took out the contract as I glanced at Melendez's shining eyes in the fire.

Deep breaths, Julius.

Father examined the contract.

"It just needs your sign, Alexander," Melendez said finishing his red wine and I gulped.

Father didn't like to be called by his first name. Especially, if it was by his inferiors. I glanced at Father who clenched his jaws but surprisingly did nothing.

"Hand me a pen, Julius," he said suddenly gently and my eyes widened. He never told me to keep a pen nearby. I patted my pockets anyway, in hope of finding one, but the sound of tearing paper stopped me.

I looked up to find Father with two papers in his hands instead of one A4 paper. A big unharmed paper (A4) and a smaller one. How did he do that?

I glanced at Melendez who was gaping at Father. Father was grinning.

"Light absorbance, Mel," he said with a smirk as he tilted his head towards Melendez slowly. "-it's not the same at the top and the bottom of the paper."

I gulped.

"Nowhere. You thought I was a fool? You could've at least challenged me by making the whole paper the same thickness. But-" Father said. "-you decided that that was enough to fool me. You wanted me to overlook the extra conditions you added in that way. I'm offended."

Melendez wasn't saying a thing, but I could see sweat beads glistening on his forehead.

Father rolled his eyes. "I thought I was dealing with authentic people. I must say I'm disappointed too."

Count from one to a hundred, Julius. Calm down.

"You underestimated me," Father said slowly and Melendez shook his head.

"It w-wasn't me-"

"That's right," Father said immediately. "I know that. But a lesson is a lesson. Someone made a mistake, someone has to pay the consequences, Mel. This is how it works. Business. I have to make sure that this doesn't happen again, you know?"

Melendez's face screwed up in horror and I felt myself hyperventilate. Father then laughed and with a quick movement, cobra-like, he struck the knife he ate the steak with at the back of Melendez's neck. Only then did I realize that it wasn't like my knife. It was sharper.

It could kill.

The horror of the situation made me lose the sense of myself. I saw his eyes roll back before his head dropped with his chin touching his chest. Blood stained his shirt and I almost got up when Father talked.

"What do you think?" Father said grinning as he ate the last bit of his steak with a smile.

"Yo-You killed him?" I stammered.

"For the sake of Gorj, of course!" he said delightedly.

"You can get imprisoned! Didn't you think of that?!" my thoughts were incoherent. I was petrified.

Father laughed. "Don't worry about that. I got all that covered."

"Cov-Covered? What do you mean? You kill-killed-"

"This is another conversation for another time. You've got a lot to learn from me, Julius."

"Mom, she didn't kn- You're a murderer!"

"Your mom's dead. I'm not. So let all that behind. And focus on the future with me," Father locked my eyes that began to water in fear. "Welcome, to my world, son."

This was beyond horrible.

"And besides, today's your birthday. Your gift is a lesson. It's okay to kill for Gorj. Understood? There are more lessons to come," Father said simply and I shuddered.

I fell silent at how at ease he was.

"Now let's toast!" Father said excitedly, raising his glass of red wine. He glared at me and I picked my glass of water. I watched the water swish with my shaky hands.

Father stretched out his arm and I did the same.

"To Gorj," Father said grinning and I felt like puking.

"To Gorj," I croaked as Father's red wine clinked with my transparent water."'

I woke up immediately, my eyes wide, staring at the apparent darkness in front of me. That was eight years ago, yet the memories were too fresh in my head. I clutched my head in my hands and sighed.

It was just a nightmare. No worries. Happened a lot.

I got out of bed, pulled on a shirt and jacket and headed to the bar.

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I lit another cigarette. Inhaled. Kept it in for a while feeling it tingle my insides. Puffed it out.

I drank two shots right away. I squeezed my watery eyes in response to its terrible taste. But that was okay. I'd soon forget. I'd go numb.

That was what I did on nights like today. It worked well for me.

Except for that, I hated the bar. I hated its liveliness. People here were messed up. Dancing, humping and kissing like bloody animals. Like that was all life is about.

People say life is through music. Let me tell you how wrong this is. If those people came here to dance and find a bloody mate to live the night through, then they had no life to live. And they're convinced that they lived their lives through bloody music. A couple of lyrics that never succeeded to reach me.

Not like I had a life, anyway.

My father loved music. He taught me how to play the piano, guitar, violin and so many other instruments that laid in a special room back at home.

My father loved listening to my music. He said it made him feel that I wasn't a complete waste. That there was at least something I was good at. I should be honored, is what he told me. But I wouldn't say a thing and Father would get really annoyed because he thought he could own my thoughts just like he owned every other thing in my life. I never really talked with Father. Just fights and I was thankful that there wasn't more.

He was disgusting.

And now, I had a bloody Sam to think of. A whole other story. A whole other 'mission'. I mean, I ask myself sometimes, how do I get away with all the harm I was causing? I mean, I was sure I had to pay. I was a murderer. Killing for Gorj was sure my motto, but deep down, I knew it was so wrong. But I still went on. I don't think I cared. Or more correctly, I didn't care to care. It didn't matter. I couldn't reverse what I did anyway.

48 hours, though? I clenched my jaws and sighed.

I knew. I knew I was the same monster as my father. I killed people. I had no sympathy, not really. No mercy.

I shut my eyes and then looked at the person next to me.

A woman sitting closing her eyes and enjoying the music. How could music be enjoyed?! It annoyed me so much!

I examined her closely. Her boobs that threatened to spill out of her dress if someone pushed her accidentally. Her big arse and plump lips. What was that for? I mean hell, each boob was the size of my bloody face.

Again. I forgot why people come here. Mate attraction.

That was so not attractive.

I drew another breath from my cigarette and got up. Bloody time waste.

I walked to the back pushing many sluts and whores out my way. I then opened the door and welcomed the cool breeze. It was a relief after an hour of being in a place that smelled like alcohol, smoke, sweat, and hormones.

I dropped my cigarette, crushed it with my boot sole and tightened my scarf around my neck.

It was very cold and the ladies back in there were dressed in less than nothing.

Whatever. Why was I annoyed by everything anyway?

I walked back to my Mustang. I opened the door but suddenly felt a cold hard thing at the back of my head.

Splendid.

"Close the door! And step away from the bloody car!" A woman's voice said and my eyes widened in shock.

A bloody lady?

I smirked and closed the door.

"Don't you dare move!" She shouted and I did what she asked.

Let's see what she got.

I felt her hand travel down my back to where my pistol was safely tucked in my pants as I tipped back my head with a smile. She took it out and I sighed.

"Turn around and raise your arms!"

I could tell that she was really inexperienced in this. She could get herself dead by playing with fire.

I burn. Usually.

I turned around to face her smiling. Her dark hair was held high in a ponytail. The lower part of her face was covered in a bandanna while her eyes shone with anger and fear as she stood clad in a leather outfit, both my and her guns were in front of her chest. Only one person held a gun like that besides me. I smiled looking at her finger arrangement on the guns.

"You killed him, didn't you?" Her voice came muffled and I smiled more.

"Who exactly?" I said and her eyes widened.

She had really nice eyes.

"You know who!"

I chuckled. "Actually I don't. I tend to have several victims." I said shifting and she immediately moved alarmed by my motion.

"Don't move!"

I cocked an eyebrow, arms still raised.

"I didn't."

"You did!"

I looked at her curiously.

"I think you got the wrong guy, darling."

"No, I didn't." She said, checking me out before she tilted her head a bit and narrowed her twinkling eyes. "It's been a long time, Julius Caesar." She said lowering the pistols and taking off her bandanna.

I lowered my arms and grinned.

"Audrey Lionel. You almost got me right there." I said as she approached me with a playful smile before she pressed her lips to mine.

She then gently bit my lower lip and pulled away smiling. I watched her tongue lick her lower lip, before she punched me, completely turning me off.

"Audie!" I winced bringing my hand to the side of my face.

"You never asked about me, Jay! For two whole weeks! I said I was going to London to get some shit done. I didn't say I was going to disappear forever!" She said placing her hands on her hips as her ponytail fluttered in the wind against her neck and face. My heart beat faster.

"You know I always miss you, Audie. You were the one who insisted on travelling alone. Against my wish-" I started with raised eyebrows.

"But I told you I would be alright on my own," she said confidently. "And here I am! Proof to my words."

"Well, you know how po-"

"Possessive you are about me. I know, Jay," she whispered the last part. "But sometimes you gotta let go a bit. Trust the world on what you care about." She then frowned playfully. "Instead of getting mad about it and holding grudges. For weeks by the way."

I almost scoffed but decided to let it slip. "Well, you got lucky. And I am sorry." I then reached for her right hand which she gave me willingly. "How did you know I was here though?" I changed the topic as I raised her hand to my lips. I brushed my lips against her knuckles before kissing them and letting her hand go.

"Jay, it's where we met! I guessed you were probably messed up like you usually are and was hanging out here with yourself. And I couldn't be more right!" She beamed as if happy she figured me out. That was I guess another reason why I adored her. She understood me so much. I made no effort to explain myself or actions when I was with her.

And yes, we actually met here. It was another horrendous day. About a year ago. When I came out of the bar, I heard screaming in the corner of the street. I hurried to the source and found a guy trying to pull down her pants in a dark alley. Her shirt was ripped and her face was a mess.

I obliterated the guy. And I mean it cause I shot him in his dick. Guess he can't use it now. If he still lived, of course.

Anyway, I gave her my jacket. Drove her back home. She lived alone. I stayed with her that night. Helped her clean up. Patched up all her injuries. Looked after her. We then talked about it. She ended sobbing about it in my arms all night. My heart softened for her, I guess.

And that was the night when I surprised myself with the emotion I was capable of. I never thought I was able to actually feel anything but victory, lust and anger. It was very refreshing.

Later we met more. I taught her self-defence. She never stopped amusing me and stealing my heart over and over again. I loved her deeply. And I found it so hard to believe back then. Because she was purity and I was darkness. She was light and I was blindness. We couldn't go together.

She was so valuable to me.

"Come here," I told her and she grinned as she got closer. I held both of her hands in mine, before letting them go and wrapping my arms around her instead. I felt her warm breath on my chest and smiled.

I pulled back, reached for her face, rubbed her earlobe, leaned in and gently kissed her forehead. "I love you, Audie," I said simply and she grinned, her face lightening up.

"And when will I ever stop loving you." She said sighing dramatically and I grinned.

"Never. I'll never let that happen." I brushed back a few hair strands from her face.

"Mmm, I know." She lifted her face to look at me and I almost smiled if it weren't for how her beauty distracted me.

"Let's get back to the car?"

"Yeah sure, but you better tell me what your ass of a father did to you this time." She frowned slightly and I nodded letting her go.

She tossed my pistol back to me, then we got into the car and I drove to her house. I told her everything on the way.

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A/N: Alright that was HECTIC! I had to re-write this so many times. I'm seriously glad it's done, cause it's a relatively important chapter.

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