Ch-3
At Georgie’s penthouse. Ethan sits on the couch, scrolling through files on his phone. Luca stands near the window, tense. Georgie pours herself another drink.
Luca Moretti
I traced the call. Burner phone. Untraceable.
Ethan Aviel (ml)
Of course it is. But they slipped up.
Georgie May Adler (fl)
(raising an eyebrow) How so?
Ethan tosses his phone on the table, showing a blurred security feed from the warehouse.
Ethan Aviel (ml)
One of them got sloppy. I pulled this from traffic cams. Look familiar?
Georgie leans in, eyes narrowing at the grainy image of a man stepping into a black SUV.
Georgie May Adler (fl)
That’s Santiago Moretti’s driver.
Luca Moretti
(gritting his teeth) That bastard.
Ethan Aviel (ml)
(leaning back) Looks like Moretti isn’t as neutral as he claims.
Georgie glances at Luca, noting the tension in his jaw.
Georgie May Adler (fl)
You know him.
Luca Moretti
(clenching fists) Yeah. He’s my brother.
Ethan Aviel (ml)
(raising an eyebrow) Interesting. And I take it you two aren’t exactly sending each other Christmas cards?
Luca Moretti
We don’t talk. We don’t exist to each other.
Georgie smirks, swirling her whiskey.
Georgie May Adler (fl)
Then let’s remind him you exist.
At Santiago Moretti’s estate. A heavily guarded mansion on the outskirts of the city. Georgie, Ethan, and Luca approach under the cover of night.
Luca Moretti
Place is locked down tight. What’s the plan?
Georgie May Adler (fl)
We go in quiet. Find Santiago. Make him talk.
Ethan Aviel (ml)
(grinning) And if he doesn’t want to talk?
Georgie May Adler (fl)
Then we make him.
They scale the outer fence, moving through the shadows. Two guards patrol the front entrance. Ethan moves first—silent, efficient. A blade to the throat, a body lowered quietly. Luca handles the second.
Ethan Aviel (ml)
(wiping his blade) Still too easy.
Georgie May Adler (fl)
(whispering) Don’t jinx it.
They slip inside. The mansion is dimly lit, the sound of distant conversation drifting from the main hall. Georgie signals for them to split up.
Luca moves toward the security room. Ethan and Georgie head for Santiago’s office.
Ethan Aviel (ml)
I’ll take point.
Georgie May Adler (fl)
Like hell you will. It’s my war.
Ethan Aviel (ml)
(amused) You don’t like giving up control, do you?
Georgie May Adler (fl)
(deadpan) No.
Ethan smirks but lets her lead. They push open the office door. Santiago is inside, sipping whiskey, unfazed.
Santiago Moretti
(calmly) Took you long enough.
Georgie May Adler (fl)
(eyes narrowing) You knew we were coming.
Santiago Moretti
Of course. But if I wanted you dead, Adler, you wouldn’t have made it through the front gate.
Ethan tenses. Georgie steps forward, her gun lowering slightly—but her gaze is sharp.
Georgie May Adler (fl)
Then why the stunt at the warehouse?
Santiago Moretti
(sighs) That wasn’t me. But I know who it was.
Ethan Aviel (ml)
Then start talking.
Santiago leans forward, gaze landing on Luca. His expression darkens.
Santiago Moretti
Can’t believe you’re still following orders, little brother.
Luca Moretti
(coldly) Better than stabbing people in the back.
Santiago Moretti
(mocking) You were always too soft. That’s why you’ll never win.
Georgie May Adler (fl)
Enough. Talk.
Santiago sighs, voice dropping.
Santiago Moretti
Your real enemy isn’t coming for you yet. But when they do? You won’t see them coming.
A gunshot. Shattered glass. An alarm blares. Moretti's men storm in.
Georgie May Adler (fl)
(muttering) Shit.
Ethan grabs Santiago by the collar as Luca bursts in.
Luca Moretti
We’ve got company—lots of it!
Ethan Aviel (ml)
Time to go.
Georgie glares at Santiago before shoving him back.
Georgie May Adler (fl)
You’d better hope I don’t need to come back.
They vanish into the night as gunfire erupts.
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