Two faced man

The next morning, Marco arrived at Roberto's penthouse, unaware of the storm brewing behind the closed doors. As he entered the grand hall, a sense of unease washed over him. He had been carrying out Roberto's orders, but he knew he was playing a dangerous game.

Bella and Vito had given him the task of dismantling Roberto's empire from the inside, but with each passing day, the pressure was mounting. One wrong move, and he could find himself on the wrong end of a bullet.

As Marco approached Roberto's office, the door opened, and Sofia stepped out. Her eyes locked onto his, and for a brief moment, neither of them spoke. Marco felt a chill run down his spine. There was something unsettling about the way she looked at him, like she knew something he didn't.

"Roberto's waiting for you," she said softly, her voice carrying an undertone that Marco couldn't quite place.

He nodded and stepped past her, entering the dimly lit office where Roberto sat behind his desk, his face unreadable. Marco knew something was off the moment their eyes met.

"Marco," Roberto said, his tone deceptively calm. "We need to talk."

The silence in the room was thick as Marco closed the door behind him. His hand instinctively moved toward his gun, but he forced himself to stop. Whatever was about to happen, he needed to stay composed.

Roberto leaned back in his chair, his gaze piercing. "I've been thinking a lot about loyalty lately. About trust. And I've realized that there's no room for doubt in our line of work."

Marco swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew where this conversation was headed, and he needed to act quickly if he wanted to survive.

"Boss, if there's something you need to know"

Before he could finish, Roberto raised his hand, silencing him. "Do you think I'm a fool, Marco? Do you think I don't know what's been going on?"

Marco's pulse quickened, but he kept his expression steady. "I've done everything you've asked of me, Roberto. I've always been loyal to you."

Roberto's eyes narrowed, the tension between them thickening. "Loyalty is a funny thing. It can shift without warning, can't it?"

For a moment, neither man moved, the air between them charged with danger. Marco's mind raced, searching for a way out of this. He had to make Roberto believe he was still on his side, that he hadn't betrayed him. But Roberto was a predator, and predators could smell fear.

"I'm loyal to you, Roberto," Marco said slowly, his voice calm despite the storm raging inside him. "I always have been."

Roberto studied him for a long moment, the silence dragging on. Then, without warning, he stood up, moving around the desk to stand face-to-face with Marco.

"We'll see about that," Roberto said quietly.