Ch-14
The back alley behind the underground club. It’s dark, damp, and eerily quiet compared to the music still thumping inside. Ethan Aviel keeps a careful distance, his steps silent as he follows Silvio Caruso and the unknown man.
Silvio walks with an easy swagger, but his shoulders are tense. The man beside him—shorter, stockier, with a scar running down his jaw—glances around before speaking in hushed tones.
Unknown associate
(low voice): You’re pushing it, Caruso. We need more time.
Silvio Caruso
(irritated): Time’s a luxury I don’t have. This needs to be handled now.
Ethan narrows his eyes, straining to hear every word. Silvio’s tone isn’t that of a man negotiating a simple deal—it’s the tone of a man cornered.
Unknown associate
(hissing): If Adler finds out—
Silvio Caruso
(cutting him off): She won’t. Not if you do your job.
Ethan shifts his stance, carefully moving closer. His hand brushes against the hilt of his knife. If Silvio is betraying Georgie May Adler, this is the proof he needs. But then—
A sharp click echoes through the alley. Silvio suddenly pulls a gun and presses it against the man’s ribs.
Silvio Caruso
(deadly calm)You hesitated. That’s not good for business.
The man barely has time to react before Silvio pulls the trigger. A muffled gunshot. The man collapses, lifeless. Blood pools beneath him, seeping into the cracks of the pavement.
Ethan watches from the shadows, his expression unreadable. Silvio exhales sharply, tucking the gun away before pulling out his phone.
Silvio Caruso
(into phone): It’s done. I took care of the problem. We’re clear.
Muffled voice on the phone: Good. We’ll talk soon.
Silvio hangs up, running a hand through his hair, muttering a curse under his breath. He turns to leave—
And finds himself staring down the barrel of Ethan Aviel’s gun.
Ethan Aviel (ml)
(coldly)Going somewhere?
Ethan Aviel (ml)
Silvio freezes. His usual smirk falters, replaced by something more calculating. He slowly raises his hands, but his eyes gleam with something dangerous.
Silvio Caruso
Didn’t peg you for a stalker, Aviel.
Ethan doesn’t move. His finger rests lightly on the trigger.
Ethan Aviel (ml)
Start talking. Now.
Silvio chuckles, a low, amused sound despite the situation.
Silvio Caruso
Or what? You’ll shoot me? Georgie won’t like that.
Ethan’s jaw tightens. He doesn’t trust Silvio. Not for a second. But one thing is clear—this isn’t just some minor betrayal. There’s something bigger at play, and Silvio is in the middle of it.
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