The Mafiaso And The AD 1024

Enjoying the little game

Donte's PoV

Yesterday's events stuck in my head as I got home. The stories of witches, their spells, and their magic floated through my thoughts like a dark, enticing mist.

Growing up in the mafia world, my parents taught me to recognize our enemies: not just our mafia rivals but the supernaturals as well.

Since ancient times, humans and supernaturals have been at odds, locked in a conflict that seemed eternal.

This animosity was part of what drove me to establish a bar where supernaturals and humans could connect in secret, away from the prying eyes and deep-seated prejudices of the world.

I've always been fascinated by the origins of their powers. How did they acquire such abilities? And, in a world where supernaturals and humans coexist, inevitably, there are hunters. I once had a hunter friend who shared with me an old legend from the AD century.

He spoke of a vampire and a half-wolf, half-witch who lived in seclusion on a mountain far from any village.

According to the rumours, there was a child born with the potential to disrupt the fragile connections between humans and supernaturals.

This child, feared by all, had powers that progressed and manifested rapidly.

But beyond this, the child's history was shrouded in mystery. No legends spoke of their fate.

For all anyone knew, that child could be alive today, living among us. Such a being would be the greatest threat to both humans and supernaturals.

Despite this curiosity, my current focus was on Amara Petrova. As I sat at the desk in my office, leaning back in my leather chair, the door opened, and Vinnie walked in.

Vinnie was a trusted member of my Mafia but also played the role of my assistant.

"Boss, I've gathered news that Scott is trying to steal our drugs from the warehouse," Vinnie said.

I growled, my fists clenching on the desk. "That bastard. How many men does he have?"

"About a dozen, boss," Vinnie replied, his expression grim.

"Double the guards at the warehouse," I ordered, my voice cold and steady. "Make sure they're ready for anything. And find out who his informants are. I want this dealt with swiftly."

Vinnie nodded and left the room to carry out my orders. As I watched him go, my mind drifted back to the old legend.

The possibility that the child from the story might be alive and among us lingered in the back of my mind. It was a distraction, but one I couldn't afford right now.

The world of humans and supernaturals was filled with threats from all sides.

My bar was a haven for those who sought peace, but outside its walls, the ancient enmity persisted.

I had to navigate this world carefully, balancing the interests of my Mafia with my own curiosity about the supernatural.

And all the while, I couldn't shake the feeling that something big was coming. Something that could change everything.

I heard a faint chatter outside my glass-walled office. Looking up, I saw Amara walking in gracefully, as if yesterday's events were nothing to her.

From the moment I met her, I sensed she was different.

She had pretended to be human, but I had found out she was a witch-a different kind of witch, yet something about her remained odd and elusive.

She was hiding something, and I was determined to uncover it.

I watched her every move as she sat at her desk, her fingers dancing swiftly over the keyboard.

Her efficiency was mesmerizing, but my attention was diverted when I saw one of my employees casually warm up her coffee by squeezing her fist above the mug.

Amara glanced at her and rolled her eyes slightly before turning her attention back to the computer.

Then, slowly, she glanced at me, a smirk forming on her lips. She waved her hand slightly, and I felt a change in the room as my office curtains drew shut and the lights switched off.

I growled, feeling the intensity of her power and the audacity of her actions.

Standing up from my chair, I walked over to the curtains and pulled them open again, the light flooding back into the room.

Amara continued to smirk, clearly enjoying the little game she was playing.

I picked up the phone and called Vinnie. "Vinnie, come to my office," I said, my voice firm.

Within moments, Vinnie was at the door. "Yes, boss?"

"Keep a close eye on Amara. There's something about her that doesn't add up. I want to know everything-who she meets, where she goes, what she's hiding. Understand?"

Vinnie nodded, his face serious. "Got it, boss."

As he left, I returned to my desk, my mind racing. Amara was a puzzle, and I was going to solve her. No matter what it took, I would uncover her secrets.

In a world where trust was scarce and enemies were everywhere, knowing the truth was my greatest weapon. And I intended to wield it with precision.