Ch-11
A black car speeds through the city streets. Inside, Georgie sits in the backseat, arms crossed, deep in thought. Ethan drives, his eyes sharp on the road ahead.
Ethan Aviel (ml)
You’ve been quiet. That’s never a good sign.
Georgie May Adler (fl)
(Flatly) I’m thinking.
Ethan Aviel (ml)
About Moretti?
Georgie May Adler (fl)
About a lot of things. If Santiago’s right, someone in my inner circle is selling me out.
Ethan Aviel (ml)
(Glances at her through the rearview mirror) You trust him?
Georgie May Adler (fl)
(Scoffs) I trust him to do what’s best for him. That doesn’t mean he’s lying.
Ethan Aviel (ml)
(Nods slightly) And if he’s telling the truth?
Georgie May Adler (fl)
Then I start eliminating suspects.
Ethan Aviel (ml)
(Smirks slightly) Efficient. Cold. Very you.
Georgie May Adler (fl)
(Turns her head, eyes locking with his in the mirror) Would you prefer I hesitate?
Ethan Aviel (ml)
(Chuckles lightly) No. I prefer knowing where your mind is at.
Georgie May Adler (fl)
(Softly, almost to herself) That makes one of us.
The car pulls up to an exclusive underground club, hidden beneath the city. A steel door slides open, revealing a dark hallway lined with armed guards.
Ethan Aviel (ml)
(Exiting the car, scanning the area) You sure about this?
Georgie May Adler (fl)
No. But if there’s a leak in my circle, I want to see them squirm.
They enter the club’s VIP lounge, where several of Georgie’s key people are waiting. Luca Moretti leans against the bar, a cigarette in hand. A few lieutenants sit at a large table, drinks untouched.
Luca Moretti
(Exhales smoke, smirking) Well, isn’t this a surprise. Didn’t think we’d get a royal visit tonight.
Georgie May Adler (fl)
(Coolly) I like to keep my people on their toes.
Luca Moretti
(Glances at Ethan) That why you brought him? Or is he your new shadow?
Ethan Aviel (ml)
(Expression unreadable) I go where I’m needed.
Georgie May Adler (fl)
(Steps forward, voice sharp) Enough small talk. We have a problem.
Nico Bianchi
(Shifting uncomfortably) What kind of problem?
Georgie May Adler (fl)
(Eyes scanning the room) Someone took out a hit on me. And they had inside information.
Luca Moretti
(Mocking) Wow. Shocking. Someone wants you dead? Who could’ve guessed?
Georgie May Adler (fl)
(Ignoring him) I want answers. And I want them now.
Silence fills the room. A heavy pause. The tension is thick.
Ethan Aviel (ml)
(Leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching reactions carefully) Interesting. No one’s denying it.
Rafael Marino
(Gritting teeth) Because we’d be stupid to. You have enemies, Georgie. We all do.
Georgie May Adler (fl)
(Steps closer, voice dangerous) But not all of us have traitors sitting at our table.
Luca Moretti
(Casually sipping his drink) You planning on testing our loyalty, then?
Georgie May Adler (fl)
If I have to.
Ethan Aviel (ml)
(Quietly, to Georgie) Watch their eyes. The guilty ones always look away first.
Georgie May Adler (fl)
(Smirks slightly, then looks back at the group) I suggest you all think very carefully about where you stand. Because if I find out who sold me out…
She lets the sentence hang. The message is clear. No one speaks.
Georgie May Adler’s trusted right-hand man. Calculated, efficient, and fiercely loyal, he handles negotiations, deals, and the dirty work when necessary. He believes in Georgie’s leadership but isn’t afraid to challenge her when needed. Beneath his composed exterior lies a man willing to do whatever it takes to protect what he values.
“Loyalty isn’t about words—it’s about what you’re willing to do when no one’s watching.”- Nico Bianchi
A cunning and ambitious player in the underworld. Once a trusted ally, now a wild card whose loyalty is as fleeting as smoke. He thrives in chaos, always watching for the next opportunity, whether it’s for power, profit, or survival. To him, the only rule worth following is his own.
“Loyalty? That’s just another word for chains. I don’t wear chains—I break them.”
- Rafael Marino
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