The Mafiaso And The AD 1024

Keep my secret please

As we walked back to the hotel, the events of the night weighed heavily on my mind.

Marcel's occasional glances told me he was still processing what he had just seen, and so was I.

Revealing my vampirism was not something I had planned to do, especially not like this.

The thought of Donte finding out sent a chill through me—he was already suspicious, and this would only add fuel to the fire.

When we reached a quieter part of the path, away from prying eyes and ears, I stopped and turned to Marcel.

He noticed my change in demeanour and halted too, his expression curious but cautious.

"Marcel," I began, my voice softer than before, "I need to ask you something. And I need you to promise me you'll keep this between us."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but concerned. "What is it?"

I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "Please, don't tell Donte about what happened tonight. About me being a vampire."

Marcel looked taken aback, his eyes widening slightly. "But Amara… this is something big.

Why would you want to hide it from him? Donte needs to know who he's dealing with, especially if you're considering joining the mafia."

"I know," I said quickly, trying to convey the urgency in my voice. "But it's complicated.

Donte already suspects there's more to me than meets the eye, and if he finds out I'm a vampire, it could change everything. I’m not ready for that yet."

Marcel studied me for a long moment, his expression shifting from surprise to something more understanding. "You’re afraid of what he’ll do?"

"Not exactly," I replied, choosing my words carefully. "I'm afraid of what it will mean—what it will change between us. Right now, I’m trying to keep things… manageable.

But if Donte knows, he might see me differently, or worse, try to use me in ways I’m not comfortable with."

Marcel frowned, clearly conflicted. "Donte’s not a bad guy, Amara. He’s just… "driven.

But I get it—secrets are a big deal, especially in our world. But keeping something like this from him… "Are you sure that’s what you want?"

I nodded firmly. "I’m sure. Please, Marcel. I’m asking you as a friend. Don’t tell him."

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he considered my request. "Alright, Amara. I won’t say anything to Donte.

But you need to be careful. Secrets like this have a way of coming out, and when they do, it’s never pretty."

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and gave him a grateful smile. "Thank you, Marcel. I appreciate it more than you know."

He returned my smile, though it was tinged with concern. "Just promise me one thing, Amara.

If things get too heavy, you’ll talk to someone. Keeping all this bottled up… it’s not healthy."

"I will," I promised, though deep down, I knew it wouldn’t be that simple.

We continued walking in silence, the weight of our shared secret heavy between us.

When we finally reached the hotel, I bid Marcel goodnight and headed straight to my room, needing to be alone with my thoughts.

As I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, I couldn’t help but wonder if I had made the right decision.

Keeping my vampirism hidden from Donte felt necessary, but it also felt like I was building a house of cards—one wrong move, and it could all come crashing down.

But for now, all I could do was hope that Marcel would keep his word and that I could keep my secrets safe, at least a little while longer.