All Chapters of Escaping the Mafia Lord: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

In the bright lit room, with the sun rays shining through the small window, Georgina's ears strained against the rough surface of the wooden door. Outside, the fury in Marcelo's voice continued to reverberated through the halls. He was a tempest of anger, and his rage was still palpable even from behind the closed door. For a moment, Georgina believed she might glean some insight into the source of his wrath, but she really couldn’t make sense of what Marcelo was furious about.However, as she stood there, ear pressed to the door, little did she know that her curiosity would soon draw her right into the eye of the storm. The door swung open with a force that caught her off guard. Georgina stumbled backward, falling to the floor. In the doorway stood Marcelo, his face contorted by a scowl, his eyes seething with a blend of frustration and suspicion.His question was sharp and accusatory, "What are you up to?" Georgina, disoriented from her sudden shock, looked at him in bewilderment. S

Georgina's heart pounded as she narrated what happened last night to Marcelo. He listened to her story about the mysterious flashes of light she had witnessed the previous night. His eyes scrutinized her with unwavering intensity, examining her every word for truthfulness. Marcelo's silence was thick with anticipation, and Georgina could feel the weight of her revelation tensed in the air.Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Marcelo signaled to Antonio, beckoning him to come closer. Antonio, always at the ready, approached Marcelo with an attentive stance. He leaned in to receive Marcelo's whispered instructions.As Marcelo confided in Antonio, Georgina strained to catch even a whisper of their conversation, but their words remained elusive. The tense atmosphere in the room was palpable, and Georgina couldn't shake the feeling that her life depended on the outcome of this clandestine exchange.With a nod of approval from Greta, Georgina couldn't help but hope she had earned som

The night hung heavy with suspense as Antonio and the guard moved stealthily away from the SUV towards the imposing warehouse. Their vigilant eyes scanning the obscurity for signs of life. Georgina's gaze lingered on them as their dark figures was slowly swallowed by the warehouse.Marcelo, seated beside her, seemed untroubled, his eyes occasionally drifting towards his wristwatch. His indifference only heightened Georgina's unease, leaving her to glance nervously out of the SUV's window, searching for any hint of what might be happening within the enigmatic warehouse.The minutes stretched in a nerve-racking silence, each tick of the second hand amplifying her anxiety. A cold sweat clung to her forehead, and the darkness outside felt increasingly claustrophobic. It was the calm before the storm, and she couldn't predict what tempest lay on the horizon.Then, with a sudden and deafening eruption, the calm atmosphere shattered. Gunshots rang out from the warehouse, sharp reports cuttin

As her gaze fixed upon the barrel of the gun, beads of sweat formed on her trembling brow. The gun felt cold and unforgiving in her trembling hands, a symbol of her helplessness in the face of her Marcelo’s cruel whims.Tears welled up in her eyes, and her vision blurred as thoughts of Sofia, her precious daughter, invaded her consciousness. The image of her child’s innocent face was a stark contrast to the disturbing scene before her.Her voice, once vibrant, had abandoned her, leaving her throat constricted. She struggled to find the words to plead for her life and that of the helpless guard, whose fate lay in her trembling hands. Her very core seemed to have turned to ice, numbing her senses, as Marcelo continued to hold the gun steady, its unyielding gaze fixed upon her.And then the unthinkable happened. Marcelo, then slowly rotated the gun. It was no longer aimed at her. Instead, the handle, the cold, lifeless metal, was now extended toward her, a vile invitation to partake in a

The atmosphere in Marcelo's study was charged with tension. Georgina could almost taste the bitterness in the air, a sensation that seemed to thicken with every passing moment. Marcelo's unnerving grin made her irritated and shiver at the same time, as though she was face to face with the devil himself.Marcelo's chilling calmness was a stark contrast to Georgina's internal turmoil. She had endured days of isolation and uncertainty, locked away in her room, her mind a whirlwind of fear and despair. Now, facing Marcelo, she was determined to make the most of this opportunity, however precarious it might be.Summoning the courage to speak, Georgina began hesitantly, "I am willing to do whatever you want me to."But Marcelo, as usual, was ready to pull her strings. With a sardonic twist of his lips, he interrupted her, casting doubt on her sincerity. "You have said that so many times. How can I ever take you seriously, hmm?"Georgina was caught off guard, her determination wavering momen