The Mafiaso And The AD 1024

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Donte's PoV

The day was still early, but Marcel had insisted on speaking to me privately.

We found a quiet corner in the hotel lobby, away from the prying eyes and ears of our employees.

I leaned against the wall, waiting for Marcel to spill whatever was on his mind.

He seemed a bit hesitant, which wasn't like him, so I knew it was something serious.

"Donte," Marcel started, glancing around to make sure no one was within earshot. "I had a conversation with Amara last night."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Go on."

"She's considering joining the mafia," he said, his tone cautious. "We even did a practice session, a kind of sparring, to see what she's capable of."

That caught my attention. Amara joining the mafia? I hadn't expected that. She was powerful, no doubt, but the mafia was a different beast altogether.

It required a certain kind of ruthlessness, and I wasn't sure if Amara had that in her-or if I wanted her to.

I crossed my arms, thinking it over. Marcel watched me, waiting for my reaction, but I didn't give him one immediately.

Instead, I leaned more heavily against the wall, my eyes narrowing as I considered the implications.

Amara, with her powers, could be an invaluable asset. But on the other hand, bringing her into this world could complicate things-especially if she wasn't ready to obey every command without question.

As I was lost in thought, I noticed her stepping out of her room. Without another word to Marcel, I pushed off the wall and walked towards her, determination in my stride.

She looked up, noticing me, but before she could say anything, I grabbed her arm firmly but not harshly and led her to a private, dimly lit room nearby.

Once inside, I locked the door, the sound echoing in the silence. I switched on the light and pinned her to the wall, my hands on either side of her, trapping her in place.

Her expression remained unreadable, but I could sense the tension between us, the unspoken words hanging in the air.

"So," I began, my voice low and filled with curiosity, "you're considering joining my mafia?" A smirk played on my lips as I spoke.

"You know that means I'll be your boss at work and in the mafia. You'll have to obey every command I give you. Are you entirely sure you can handle it all?"

She met my gaze steadily, her voice soft but firm. "I can."

I grinned, leaning in slightly. "As of right now, I am your boss in the mafia. Then, prove to me that I can trust you completely, that I can rely on you whenever I need you. Do you understand?"

She nodded, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes-a wariness, perhaps.

"By the way," she added, her tone tinged with irony, "this is called kidnapping, and second, you're too close to me."

I looked down, realizing how close I was to her-practically pressed up against her body.

I leaned down to her ear, my breath warm against her skin. "Will it cause a problem if I'm too close to you?"

"Yes, when you're constantly trying to unravel my secrets," she replied, her voice steady despite the tension in the air.

I smirked at her comment. "As your boss, I demand you reveal those secrets you've been hiding from me."

She gulped, her resolve wavering for just a moment. "And I have to do it?"

I nodded slightly, watching as she sighed and looked down before lifting her gaze to meet mine again. "Step back, then," she whispered.

I did as she asked, curiosity piqued. Her eyes shifted to a dark crimson red, black veins tracing down her face, and fangs slowly extended from her mouth.

I stared, astonished. "So, a witch and a vampire?" I asked, more to myself than to her.

She shook her head, lifting her hands and taking a deep breath. Her eyes shifted again, this time to an amber colour, and claws emerged from her fingertips. "Wolf?" I guessed, and she nodded.

"So you're a witch, a vampire, and a wolf. Another question-how old are you?" I asked, trying to process everything.

"I was born in the AD century, in 1024," she admitted, her voice low.

I stared at her, a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. "Lies," I said, not fully believing her.

But then, she lifted her hand, and a series of memories played out before me, like a movie projected in the air.

I saw her as a child, mastering her abilities in a time long past. The scenes were ancient, from a world barely recognizable.

She grew up, becoming a ruthless creature, eliminating anything and anyone who stood in her path.

The memories continued until 1999, showing a history that was both terrifying and fascinating.

When the memory faded, I looked at her, realization dawning. "AD century? Wow... so you're the oldest and most powerful supernatural to exist."

She nodded, her eyes meeting mine. "Which is why I'm pretending to be human.

Because this happened." She showed me another memory-this time, humans attacking her in the AD century, fearing her power, believing she was too dangerous to be left alive.

The memory vanished, and she lowered her hand. "Now you know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"And you're certain you want to join my mafia?" I asked, still processing everything I had just learned.

"I'm certain," she replied, her tone resolute.

"I'll need to see what you can do with your abilities, you know," I said, my mind already racing with the possibilities.

She nodded, ready to prove herself. I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of admiration and trepidation.

Amara Petrova was a force to be reckoned with-one that could either be my greatest ally or my most dangerous enemy.