All Chapters of Escaping the Mafia Lord: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Greta still didn’t speak up. Georgina continued speaking in a hushed tone, her words tinged with empathy. "I understand. You're just trying to do your job. But remember we’re all caught up in this mess together."Greta finally met Georgina's gaze, her eyes harboring a mixture of weariness and resignation. "We're all trapped," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Marcelo's reach is far, and he has his ways of ensuring our loyalty. I’m sorry for all you are going through ma’am, but I cannot be seen with you often or longer than I should now. I’m on constant watch“.Georgina nodded in understanding, acknowledging the fear and coercion that hung like a specter over everyone in Marcelo's mansion.As Greta turned to leave the room, Georgina quickly asked Greta with tears gathering in her eyes. “ Please, is my baby fine?”. Greta paused her footsteps and turned to face Georgina. She nodded her head indicating Sofia was fine. “Yes. She’s in good health ma’am”. Georgina with tears f

Antonio didn’t say a word as Georgina spoke while she was still partially covering her eyes from the bright light. He only directed his hands forward indicating for Georgina to come out of the hallway and keep walking. Georgina slowly came out of the hallway and walked towards the bright light. As Georgina walked past the bright light, she observed it was the same Marcelo’s SUV that had been spying on them at Lorenzo’s place. A guard was standing at the back door of the SUV and as Georgina approached the back door, the guard opened the door for Georgina to get in. She wondered what was really going on. As she got in on the back of the SUV and the guard closes the door. The SUV's interior was a stark contrast to the dimly lit mansion. It was sleek, modern, and seemed entirely out of place in the midst of the malevolent web Marcelo had spun. Georgina's heart pounded as she settled into the plush leather seats. She couldn't help but wonder about the purpose of this unexpected journey.

Suspicion gnawed at Georgina’s resolve. She had learned from bitter experience that Marcelo’s definition of “simple” often involved treacherous situations and moral dilemmas. “What item? And why should I trust you?”Marcelo’s tone turned more persuasive. “The item in question is something that benefits me greatly and if it does, that means it’s benefits you as well. Right?”.“Oh and as for trust, you have no other option right now, do you?”Georgina’s jaw tightened. She knew Marcelo was right; she was trapped in his intricate web of deceit, and refusing his request might lead to dire consequences. Reluctantly, she replied, “Fine, I’ll do it. But I want Sofia’s safety guaranteed.”Marcelo’s laughter crackled through the phone. “Our, daughter is safe Georgina. At least for now”.Georgina’s heart beat faster as she listened. Marcelo continued. “Look be rest assured, Sofia will remain unharmed as long as you play your part.”Georgina’s heart sank at the thought of the perilous path she wa

Clutching the mysterious bag tightly, Georgina dialed the number on the phone like she was instructed to. With every ringing tone, her anxiety mounted, and she scanned her surroundings for any sign of trouble. The seconds felt like hours as the call rang twice, each chime seemingly louder than the last.Finally, a voice answered on the other end, and Georgina's heart skipped a beat. She waited with bated breath, anticipation and dread intertwined in her chest. She hoped for answers, for guidance, but the voice on the line remained silent, shrouded in an eerie stillness.It was up to Georgina to break the silence. The urgency of her mission was at the forefront of her mind as she began, "I'm around the corner with the blue streetlight, and…"Her words hung in the air, unfinished, as the voice on the other end intervened. The tone was firm, resolute, and a wave of recognition washed over Georgina. It was the very voice that had been beside her in the backseat of the vehicle that had tra

It was Antonio. His unexpected presence, and his cryptic compliment, had momentarily thrown Georgina into a state of disarray. With a tone that bordered on mockery, she retorted, "And what am I supposed to do with that, thank you?"Antonio's lips curved slightly, forming a wry smile as he maintained his distance from the dining room. Georgina, her gaze unwavering, saw his departing figure from the dining.She watched as he walked away and stationed himself by the door of Marcelo's study. Georgina, her appetite somewhat subdued, couldn't help but feel a mixture of frustration, anger, and confusion.Resuming her meal, Georgina couldn't shake the gnawing sensation that each bite she took, each move she made, was simply another step deeper into a convoluted game orchestrated by Marcelo, where the rules were unwritten and the stakes impossibly high. The silence in the grand dining room was deafening, echoing with unspoken weight of the unknown.As Georgina finished her meal in the grand d