The Mafiaso And The AD 1024

Position everyone

As Amara began to eat, her earlier tension dissipated, replaced by a soft smile of contentment as she enjoyed the food.

The man who had unnerved her moments before was completely forgotten, and I allowed myself a small sigh of relief. For now, she was steady.

I placed my hand on the lower part of her back, guiding her through the crowded room.

We mingled with the other mafia families, exchanging pleasantries and reminiscing about old times.

But as always, the conversation eventually turned to our rival-a looming presence even at an event like this.

Just as the talk was getting serious, I felt a gentle tug on my blazer.

I looked down to see Amara's eyes, focused and intent. She pulled me aside, her voice barely a whisper as she leaned in.

"I can hear some people outside-more than one-talking about an ambush here."

Our eyes met, and I saw the urgency in her gaze. She wasn't just guessing; she was certain.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair as the weight of the situation settled in.

"Are you able to make everyone unconscious for a few minutes so I can take care of this?" I asked, knowing she had the power to do so.

Amara nodded, and I watched as she began to murmur an incantation under her breath.

Within seconds, the room went silent as one by one, the guests slumped in their chairs, unconscious.

The only ones left standing were my mafia members, who looked around in surprise before focusing on me.

I quickly informed them of what Amara had overheard. "We have an ambush situation.

Get into position, and be ready for anything," I ordered. They moved with the precision of a well-oiled machine, each man and woman taking their assigned role without hesitation.

Turning back to Amara, I took her hand, leading her down the hallway away from the main event.

The corridor was dimly lit, the quiet a stark contrast to the lavish noise of the party we had just left.

I found a small alcove, hidden from view but close enough that I could reach her quickly if needed.

"Stay here until I return. Don't move," I ordered, my voice firm but laced with concern.

She nodded, understanding the seriousness of the situation. I squeezed her hand briefly before letting go, stepping away and preparing myself for what was to come.

As I moved back toward the main event, my mind raced with strategies. Amara had proven her worth again by detecting the threat before it was too late, but now it was on me and my mafia to neutralize it.

The night had taken a dangerous turn, and there was no room for error. The safety of everyone in that room, including Amara, depended on our next moves. And I wasn't about to let anyone threaten what was mine.