Picking Sides

Meanwhile, across the city, Sofia stood in her dimly lit apartment, her fingers tracing the edge of her glass. She was lost in thought, her mind racing with the implications of the conversation she'd had with Roberto earlier. He was losing control, she could see it in his eyes, in the way he hesitated.

But what was more troubling was her own growing uncertainty. For so long, she had believed that aligning herself with Roberto would be the key to her own rise to power. But now, with tensions escalating, Sofia wondered if she had chosen the wrong side.

A soft knock on her door pulled her from her thoughts. She walked over and opened it, revealing Marco standing on the other side. He looked exhausted, his face pale and drawn, as though he hadn't slept in days.

"Marco," Sofia said, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

Marco stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, his eyes scanning the room before settling on her. "We need to talk," he said, his voice low. "Things are getting worse, Sofia. I don't know how much longer I can keep this up."

Sofia raised an eyebrow, closing the door behind him. "Keep what up? What's going on?"

Marco ran a hand through his hair, clearly agitated. "Roberto doesn't trust me anymore. He nearly killed me today. And Bella I think she's making her move. Everything is falling apart, and I don't know which side I should be on."

Sofia's eyes narrowed. She had sensed that Marco was wavering, but hearing him admit it confirmed her suspicions. She needed to act fast if she wanted to stay ahead of the game.

"You need to be smart, Marco," Sofia said, her voice calm but firm. "If you're going to survive this, you need to pick a side, and soon."

Marco stared at her, his expression torn. "And what about you, Sofia? Whose side are you on?"

Sofia smiled faintly, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of ambition and uncertainty. "I'm on the side that wins."