บททั้งหมดของ Escaping the Mafia Lord: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Georgina froze in her tracks, her heart skipping a beat at the unexpected sight. Her mind raced with questions and uncertainty, unsure of how to process this revelation.She took a step closer, her gaze fixated on the weapon. It appeared to be well-maintained and carefully placed, a stark contrast to the serene atmosphere of Carlos's home. The presence of the rifle stirred a mixture of emotions within her—fear, curiosity, and a lingering reminder of Marcelo’s gun he kept in his drawer.Georgina's thoughts swirled as she wondered why Carlos had a rifle, Doubts and suspicions threatened to cloud her perception of him. As her mind raced, Georgina took a deep breath, trying to steady her thoughts. She reminded herself that she knew very little about Carlos and his circumstances. There could be valid reasons for owning a rifle, reasons she was yet to discover.As she stood there, she couldn’t shake off the scene of Marcelo as he shot the man she saw in the basement in cold blood just at th

Georgina instinctively covered her mouth to avoid herself from screaming. The gunshots continued to echo through the air, each one a reminder of the danger she had narrowly escaped. Georgina's hands trembled as she pressed them against her mouth, stifling any sounds that threatened to escape. She couldn't help but wonder if Carlos was safe, if he was the one doing the shooting.Fear and uncertainty consumed her thoughts as she waited in the shadows, her mind filled with a mix of hope and apprehension. She had no choice but to trust in Carlos's resourcefulness, praying that he would emerge unscathed from the turmoil that had enveloped them.Seconds stretched into an agonizing eternity as Georgina strained her senses, every nerve on edge, listening intently for any signs of movement or danger. The silence that followed the gunfire only intensified her anxiety, fueling a sense of unease that settled deep within her bones.As she peered cautiously through a small opening at the back of th

Emma nodded, her smile widening. "Yes, Lorenzo. You remember him, right?" Georgina nodded in affirmation. "Yes, I do. Doesn't he work for the Interpol?" Emma chuckled softly. "He sure does. Always busy with his work." Georgina's curiosity piqued, and she couldn't help but ask, "Where is he now?" Emma motioned toward the house as they approached the front door. "At work, I guess. He's hardly ever around. But enough of the questions, girl. Come on in. Tell me everything." Georgina followed Emma as she opened the door, revealing a warm and inviting interior. She stepped inside, feeling a sense of comfort wash over her. The house had a cozy and lived-in feel, with personal touches scattered throughout. It was a place that exuded warmth and acceptance. As the door closed behind them, Georgina took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of home. She felt a rush of gratitude for Emma's generosity and the safety this place offered her. The cozy living room welcomed her with open arms, w

Georgina looked up from her plate, her curiosity piqued. "No idea," she replied, a small smile playing on her lips.With a knowing grin, Emma leaned in closer and whispered, "You know, your college crush, Andrea."Georgina's eyes widened in surprise as memories from the past flooded her mind. Andrea, the boy she had once harbored a fleeting infatuation for during their college days. She let out a soft chuckle, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "Oh, Andrea. It's been ages since I last thought about him. That crush died out in college."Emma raised an eyebrow, her expression filled with playful disbelief. "Are you sure about that?" she teased, taking a bite of her meal. "Because guess who was asking about you, all these years later?"Georgina's fork paused mid-air, her gaze meeting Emma's. She couldn't help but feel a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "Andrea was asking about me?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine intrigue.Emma nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Georgina wondered. ‘Could it really be the same Andrea she had known from college? As her eyes met his, she realized that it was indeed him, however, with a more mature and distinguished appearance.Andrea, standing up from his seat, extended his hand towards Georgina, “Hello. Georgina. It’s nice seeing you again”. Georgina, still processing the unexpected encounter, shook his hand and replied, "Hello, Andrea. Likewise." Their gazes lingered for a moment, the weight of their shared history palpable in the air.As they settled into their seats, Andrea broke the silence, his voice calm and professional. “Emma told me you both would be coming today”.Georgina glanced at Emma, realizing that she had deliberately kept this information from her. It was just like Emma to pull off such surprises. She moved her head from side to side, acknowledging Emma's tendency for unexpected twists. She turned her attention back to Andrea, her curiosity piqued. Andrea wasted no time and opened his arms, a