The Mafiaso And The AD 1024

Strength

Donte's PoV

The warehouse was a battlefield, chaos erupting all around us as gunfire pierced the air.

I spotted Matteo, the leader of the rival mafia, making his way towards me, his shirt stained with blood and a confident smirk on his face.

I advanced to meet him, trying to focus despite the cacophony of violence.

"You've got a supernatural, huh?" Matteo's taunting voice cut through the din.

I fought to keep my emotions in check, though his words about Amara made my blood boil. The last thing I wanted was for him to sense how much she meant to me.

"I've been watching you, Donte," Matteo continued, casually mentioning Amara.

"I've noticed you've become unusually protective of her. Why? Other supernaturals haven't received this kind of attention from you."

His dagger traced a threatening line on my shirt, and then it pierced my arm just enough to draw blood. I clenched my teeth, refusing to show any sign of pain.

"You're quite interested in her," he said, probing deeper. "But when I searched for information on her, I found nothing. So what makes her so special?"

The dagger pressed harder, and I knew I had to keep my composure. I reached into my pocket, feeling for my pistol, but Matteo's voice stopped me.

"Ah, ah, ah. Don't be hasty," he warned, his tone casual but menacing.

"I have men outside, watching your supernatural. One wrong move, and she's at risk."

My gaze shifted to Amara. She was engaged in battle, her dark magic evident as she fought off the attackers. She seemed unaware of the immediate danger she was in.

"Leave her out of this," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

Matteo grinned, pulling the dagger away from my arm. "So she's your weakness, then?"

"No," I said firmly, pressing the pistol to his chin. "She's my strength."

Before Matteo could respond, I pulled the trigger. A thud sounded behind him, and my heart sank.

I turned, seeing Amara on the ground, wounded. A bullet wound bled through her clothes.

To my relief, she quickly stood up, removing the bullet and healing herself with her powers.

Her anger was palpable as she floated off the ground, a dark energy radiating from her.

In a swift motion, she used her magic to neutralize the attackers, their bodies collapsing to the floor.

When the room was clear, Amara landed gracefully and faced me. I walked over to her, noting the intense look in her eyes.

"You saved us," I said, my voice steady.

Amara nodded, glancing at my injured arm. "You're hurt."

"It's nothing," I replied, brushing off the concern. "You did great."

She gave a small smile, and I felt a surge of relief. Despite the violence of the night, we had emerged victorious. With Amara by my side, I knew we were strong enough to face whatever came next.