Ch-10
A dimly lit lounge inside Georgie’s private club. The atmosphere is thick with cigar smoke and tension. Santiago Moretti sits at a table, a glass of whiskey in hand, his expression unreadable. Georgie and Ethan stand opposite him.
Santiago Moretti
Well, well. Look who finally decided to visit. I was starting to think you were avoiding me, Adler.
Georgie May Adler (fl)
(Coldly) If I wanted to avoid you, Moretti, you’d never find me.
Santiago Moretti
(Chuckles, swirling his drink) Feisty as always. But let’s skip the pleasantries. I’ve got something you’ll want to hear.
Ethan Aviel (ml)
(Arms crossed, voice low) You better hope it’s worth our time.
Santiago Moretti
(Leans back, smirking) Oh, trust me, it is. Word on the street is, someone put a target on your back, Georgie.
Georgie May Adler (fl)
(Unfazed) Tell me something I don’t know.
Santiago Moretti
You don’t get it. This isn’t just another hit. This one is personal. Whoever’s behind it doesn’t just want you dead. They want to break you first.
Ethan Aviel (ml)
(Eyes darken, stepping closer) Who hired them?
Santiago Moretti
(Tilts his head, watching Ethan carefully) That’s the problem. The name? Buried. But the money? It’s coming from someone with deep pockets—someone close to your world.
Georgie May Adler (fl)
(Narrows her eyes) And you expect me to believe you’re just handing me this information out of kindness?
Santiago Moretti
(Smirks) Oh, come on. You know me better than that. I have my reasons.
Ethan Aviel (ml)
(Voice sharp) Then why not just say them?
Santiago Moretti
(Takes a slow sip of whiskey, then sets the glass down) Because I like watching you two squirm.
Georgie May Adler (fl)
(Leans in slightly, voice cold) And I like watching men choke on their own arrogance. Keep testing me, Moretti.
Santiago Moretti
(Laughs lightly, shaking his head) Still sharp as ever. Look, you don’t have to trust me. But if I were you, I’d start watching my inner circle real close.
Ethan Aviel (ml)
(Steps in front of Georgie slightly, voice dangerous) If this is some game, Moretti, I’ll make sure you regret playing it.
Santiago Moretti
(Raising his hands in mock surrender) No need for threats, Aviel. I’m just delivering a message.
Georgie May Adler (fl)
(Studying him, eyes calculating) If I find out you’re behind this, Santiago, I’ll bury you myself.
Santiago Moretti
(Smirks, raising his glass in a mock toast) I wouldn’t expect anything less.
Georgie and Ethan leave, the weight of Santiago’s words lingering in the air.
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