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Piece of a chessboard

Amara's PoV

Two months had passed since I'd officially joined Donte's mafia. My life had changed drastically.

Gone were the days of pretending to be just another employee at Donte's company.

Now, I stayed in his mansion, training, refining my abilities, and ensuring I was ready for whatever came our way.

The mansion had become my new world, a place where power dynamics were always shifting, and trust was a rare commodity.

One of the biggest thorns on my side was Marissa. She never hid her disdain for me.

I wasn't surprised-threatened women like her often felt the need to assert dominance when they sensed a shift in power.

But her jealousy and constant undermining were growing tiresome. Today was no different.

We were in the mansion's grand hallway when she approached me, her eyes full of venom.

I could see the dagger glinting in her hand, a pathetic attempt to intimidate me.

Without hesitation, she lunged at me, her speed impressive for a human, but not enough.

I barely had to lift a finger. With a simple wave of my hand, I used my magic to slam her against the wall.

She let out a gasp as I held her there, suspended, her feet dangling a few inches off the ground.

Her anger only grew, and she struggled against the invisible force holding her in place.

"I hate you, witch! Or whatever you are! Donte is-" she started, her voice filled with rage, but then she went silent.

I stared at her, my expression calm, waiting for her to finish her sentence. But she didn't. The words seemed to die on her lips as the reality of her situation set in.

Before she could say more, Donte appeared at the end of the hallway, his presence immediately commanding attention.

He didn't look surprised, just annoyed, as if dealing with children squabbling over a toy.

"Little tribrid and Marissa," he began, his tone exasperated but firm. "I'm tired of this bickering back and forth, mainly from you, Marissa.

Since the moment Amara stepped foot in my home, you've questioned her for what? She has proven herself countless times-she's reliable and trustworthy. And, let me make one thing clear: I am not yours."

His words cut through the tension like a knife. Marissa's face turned red with embarrassment and anger.

"And Amara," Donte continued, his voice softening as he looked at me, "please put Marissa down."

I held his gaze for a moment, then released my magic. Marissa fell to the ground, hitting her stomach and smacking her head on the floor.

She let out a pained grunt, and I couldn't help but chuckle as I saw a large red bruise forming on her forehead. It was petty, I knew, but satisfying nonetheless.

Donte gave me a small, approving nod, acknowledging the restraint I'd shown.

I knew he appreciated my power but didn't want me to completely crush Marissa's spirit-at least not yet.

Since I'd stopped working at the company, my life had centred around the mansion.

I spent my days training, honing my abilities, and occasionally going out when Donte needed me for something specific.

The gym had become my sanctuary, a place where I could push myself to the limit, physically and magically.

But despite the tension with Marissa, life in the mansion had its perks. I was slowly earning the trust and respect of the other members, except for her.

They'd seen what I was capable of and understood that I was an asset to Donte's empire.

And Donte... well, he was a puzzle I was still trying to piece together. He was ruthless, calculated, and yet there were moments when I caught glimpses of something deeper, something that made me wonder what really drove him.

As Marissa picked herself up from the floor, glaring at me with hatred, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

I was no longer just another piece on the chessboard-I was a queen, a force to be reckoned with.

And if Marissa, or anyone else, tried to stand in my way, they'd find out just how powerful a tribrid could be.

For now, I would focus on my role in Donte's world. But one day, I'd make sure everyone understood exactly who I was and why they should never underestimate me.