Chapter 5- Playboy

Caspian's pov:

"Is it a bad idea that I let her come with me?"

I asked myself while looking at the mirror in front of me. She told me that she needs to go to the restroom so I stopped the car in the nearest gasoline station. I was distracted the whole time! I don't know how to react.

"This is my first time letting a woman enter my car. Yes, first time so my feelings are valid. Yes, valid," I assured myself.

I went to the convenience store beside the gasoline station to buy some snacks to eat. I ran out of food stock in my house, especially my snacks. Casper was in my house last night and he didn't do anything but play my PS5 the whole night, he even ate my snacks. That dumbass.

After I payed the cashier I went to my Raptor and there I saw the woman waiting for me. "Caspian, calm," I reminded myself.

"Oh, what did you buy?" She asked me, smiling. I saw how her eyes lit up when she saw me but her smile is fake, I can sense that something is wrong with this woman.

"Just snacks," I boringly said before opening the door of my Raptor. We were both silent the whole ride. I know she's very uncomfortable with the atmosphere. She keeps on glancing at me but when I stare back, she will look at the window like nothing happened.

I decided to play some music to lighten the mood. I played The Sphinx by Ornette Coleman, a jazz saxophonist. Ever since I was a kid, I really love jazz music. My cousins once told me that they thought I am an old man because I listen to these type of songs but I don't want to argue with them. If they don't like my music taste, then they don't.

I glance at her and saw her furrowing her brows. She's staring in front but I think she's.. mad? "Hey." I tapped her shoulder. She looked at me. "Why do you look mad?"

"You listen to these type of songs?" She asked me back. I nodded that made her sigh. 

"Why?"

"Nothing," she shrugged. "You reminded me of someone."

I was about to ask who but I just stopped myself since I wasn't in the position to ask about her private life, we barely even know each other. I was a very curious person. I always wondered the reasons behind someone's actions. Maybe, sometimes, I would overanalyze them but it would feed my curiosity. There will always be a reason why people would act the way they did, but not every reason was valid. The feeling of knowing satisfied me... but I still knew my boundaries. 

Just like in a crime scene. I want to feed my curiosity to the point that even the tiniest detail in the place, I find it very suspicious. Sometimes I don't like asking people because there's a part of me believes that they will give me answers that are very questionable and the worst part, lies.

"Should I change?" I asked her. She looked puzzled because of what I asked. "I was pertaining to the song," I clarified.

"Your decision, Mr. Mafia Boss."

"Why are you so formal?" 

"Is there any reasons why I shouldn't be polite, sir?" She asked me back. 

"Stop. I don't like it," I warned her. People call me sir or Mr. Mafia Boss everyday and I'm used to it but those people that are close to me never call me that way. They prefer Castillo or Caspian but it's strange that I don't want her to call me that way. "Call me Caspian."

"Nah, I never liked that name." She put her index finger at her temple, probably thinking a name that she would call me. "What's your full name again?"

"You don't know?"

"Why would I ask you if I know?" She asked me back, again.

"You love firing the questions back don't you?" I just shook my head. "Mr. Caspian Magnus Castillo."

"Okay. Caspian Magnus Castillo. Caspian Magnus. Hm," she keeps repeating my name. "Cm. I'll just call you by that, Cm."

"Cm? Like centimeter?" How would someone make a nasty nickname like that? Getting my first name's initial and my second name initial for a nickname? Corny.

"What do you want me to call you? Caspian Magnus Castillo? That's too long!"

"Call me love instead."

A moment of silence came after I said that corny joke. Why didn't she laugh? She made the atmosphere so awkward! Fuck, I regretted that let her come with me.

After a couple of minutes, we arrived at Raziel's mansion. He was living with his parents, adopted parents rather. His parents died when he was still a child and he never mentioned what was the reason but I know that Raziel still can't accept his parents' death, which is very wrong. If he don't want to accept that, he can't move on. I know accepting the death of your parents is very hard, it's a long process, but if you keep burning yourself from that tragedy of your life you won't be able to move on.

"Thanks for the ride," she thanked me. "I need to go now." She opened the door of my car but it was locked, she looked at me with a furrowed brows. Why she always furrow her brows? 

"Why?" I asked, pretending as if I didn't know what is happening.

"Cm, the door is locked. How can I go?" 

"Then don't go." I rested my head at the backrest while looking at her, smirking.

She sighed. "You know what? I thought you were different from the other guys there but based on how you act today?" She brought her face close to mine. "You're a fucking playboy." She unlocked the button beside me before leaving my car.

That left me dumbfounded.

"Fucking what? A playboy?" I scoffed. "Does she know how nervous I am the whole time? Does she know how my hands tremble in fear because of her? I mean I'm not afraid of her, I'm just nervous. Ah! I hate her."

I left the place, frustrated. I swear to all the saints I know, I would never want that woman to come near me ever again. I kinda regretted that I find her very attractive at first. At the bar. Girl in red dress, sexy dancing with the group of guys. Her brown hair gracefully dancing together with her hips. Her beautiful smile was clear even from afar. That's how I pictured her for the first time. She's so attractive, not until she opens her mouth.

When I got back to the mansion, I immediately washed up before going to bed. The whole day was tiring. I used to watch news before going to bed but I don't think I can watch news today, now that a lot of crimes were reported in Ciudad Reál. 

I woke up at 4 in the morning. Today is a big day for me. I arranged a meeting for all the Mafia Boss in the country, including my biggest rival, to discuss and tell them about the current situation in my city. I know I can't do this alone or even with the mafias, I need a help. 

Someone who is bigger than me is behind this mess.

I went to the gym, located at the second floor of my mansion. My mansion is big, I had to admit that. The whole place, including the mansion is one hectare. When you enter the gate, you have to walk 200 kilometers to get here. The first thing you will notice when you're in front of my mansion is the big statue of my parents. Beside it is the terrace. 

The insides of my mansion is what a typical mansion looks like. A big chandelier in the dining room, a long kitchen table, sofas, and every corner of the mansion was full of antiques. Obviously, my mother loves antiques and she designed this house that's why I don't want to change the design of the house.

But I only live alone. 

I have maids and guards that is always in the house but someone that is dear to me who is living together with me? I don't have one. I am just all by myself.

After I cooled down, I went to the shower room to get ready for the meeting. I wore a formal attire today. A white dress and a black coat paired with a black slacks. I also wore my rolex watch to complete my look. I am not wearing slippers today but rather a black cap toe oxford.

"Caspian Magnus Castillo, doing great. Let's end this shit fast," I said while looking at the mirror.

"Whoever the man behind this mess, I will kill you."