Sofia took a deep breath, her thoughts racing as she considered her choices. She was unsure if she could rely on Marco, but she was certain that she couldn’t return to the Mafia.
“What type of information?” she inquired, speaking in a barely audible voice.
With a gleam in his eyes, Marco smiled under the streetlight.
He said in a low and dangerous voice that he desires something owned by Don Giovanni. “You will assist me in obtaining it.”
Sofia’s heart raced as she understood the seriousness of his request. Was she truly prepared to deceive the Don?
Sofia looked at Marco, her thoughts spinning. The idea of betraying the Don caused overwhelming fear, yet she understood she had no other option.
She inquired with a tremble in her voice, “What do you desire?”
Marco grinned, his eyes shining brightly in the shadows.
“An object that Don Giovanni conceals in his office,” he muttered, his voice hushed and menacing. “I require you to take it for me.”
Sofia felt like the ground had disappeared from beneath her. If she were discovered, she was aware that there would be no leniency.
Sofia’s thoughts were in a whirlwind as she attempted to escape from the predicament. She understood she couldn’t follow Marco’s plan, yet she realized she couldn’t say no.
“What if I refuse?” she questioned, her voice shaking.
Marco’s smile disappeared, his eyes becoming tough as he looked at her.
He warned, with a cold and dangerous voice, that if you proceed, you will be sealing your fate. “Don Giovanni won’t be happy to find out you’ve been speaking with me.”
Sofia felt her heart racing as she understood the seriousness of her situation. She found herself trapped between two risky men, each with their own motives.
She asked, with her voice shaking, “Why do you think I wouldn’t go to Don Giovanni and inform him about your scheme?”
Marco chuckled, emitting a menacing noise that gave Sofia a shiver.
He cautioned that doing so would place you at great risk, with his eyes gleaming in the faint light. Trust me, I am capable of demonstrating greater compassion than Don Giovanni.
Sofia’s breath was taken away when she understood the truth behind Marco’s words. She was in a tight situation and had no escape.
She whispered, asking for instructions on what needs to be done.
Marco grinned, his gaze locked on her visage.
He stated in a low and threatening tone that he desired for me to obtain his desired item. “If you do it, I will ensure that you receive fair compensation for your efforts.”
Sofia’s heart raced and her mind raced as she nervously tried to come up with an escape plan from the situation.
Sofia gazed at Marco, her thoughts swirling with potential outcomes. She understood the need to hurry, otherwise, she would find herself in even more trouble.
She inquired, her voice trembling, “What will happen if I refuse?”
Marco’s smile vanished, his gaze turning stern as he looked at her.
“Then you will be putting your life in danger,” he stated with a chilling tone. Don Giovanni would not be happy to find out that you’ve been speaking with me.
Sofia’s heart raced as she came to the understanding that she had no other option.
Sofia’s hands shook as she weighed her choices. She was aware that returning to the Mafia was not an option, and she couldn’t reject Marco’s proposal.
She inquired, her voice filled with desperation, “What will I gain from this?”
Marco’s grin reappeared, his eyes shining brightly in the dimness.
“His voice low and threatening, he promised to give you a portion of the earnings.” “I will ensure that you are properly rewarded for all your hard work.”
Sofia breathed deeply, her thoughts running wild.
Sofia’s thoughts raced while pondering Marco’s proposition. She was aware that she needed to make a quick decision in order to avoid missing the opportunity to get away from the Mafia.
“At what time do I begin?” she inquired, her voice trembling.
Marco smiled, his eyes shining in the dimness.
“Tomorrow evening,” he whispered in a menacing tone. “Don Giovanni is scheduled to appear at a formal event taking place at the Opera House. That is the time frame in which you have a chance to succeed.”
Sofia’s heart raced as she understood the seriousness of the upcoming action.
Sofia’s heart beat fast when she realized there was no turning back, nodding in consent.
“I will handle it,” she whispered softly, barely audible.
Marco’s eyes shone in the darkness as he smiled.
“Okay,” he responded, speaking in a menacingly low tone. I will wait for you at the rear entrance of the Opera House. “Make sure you arrive on time.”
Sofia nodded once more, her thoughts racing as she attempted to come up with a solution to accomplish this daunting challenge.
The following day, Sofia put on her best dress, feeling nervous as she got ready for the upcoming task. While putting on her shoes, she attempted to calm her nerves, understanding that this was the sole opportunity to break free from the Mafia’s control.
While heading to the Opera House from her apartment, Sofia struggled to fend off the doubts creeping into her mind. She understood that it was important to show strength, both for herself and her family.
When she neared the rear door, Sofia noticed Marco standing there, his eyes shining in the dim light.
Marco gave a nod as Sofia came closer, his face showing a tough and inscrutable expression.
“You have arrived tardily,” he spoke, his voice hushed and menacing.
Sofia’s heart raced as she found out she had lost track of time because she was lost in her thoughts.
“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice shaking. “I was delayed.”
Marco gave a slight nod, his face showing a stern and mysterious expression.
He stated that there was a limited amount of time, with his voice sounding low and threatening. Don Giovanni is currently in the gala.
Marco led Sofia through the back door of the Opera House, where the sounds of music and laughter from the gala echoed down the hallways.
Sofia could sense her heart pounding in her chest as she navigated the maze of corridors. She was aware that caution was necessary to avoid being caught.
At last, they arrived at Don Giovanni’s office. The door was closed securely, however Marco took out a set of lockpicks from his pocket and swiftly unlocked it.
“We have to be quick,” he murmured, his voice hushed and threatening.