The Mafiaso And The AD 1024

A shattered heart

Amara's PoV

The masquerade was a whirlwind of colours and sounds, but I barely registered any of it.

The man's grip on my arm was unyielding, his instructions echoing in my mind.

As we stepped out of the car, the sight of Donte and Marcel approaching hit me like a tidal wave.

The anger radiating off Donte was palpable, and my heart ached knowing what was about to unfold.

I held onto the man's arm tightly, trying to suppress my fear.

His command not to look at Donte only added to my growing anxiety.

We walked up the steps to the grand event, the mask on my face feeling like an additional layer of deceit.

Once inside, the man guided me to a shadowy corner and handed me a knife. The cold metal against my palm sent chills down my spine.

His instructions were clear: by midnight, I was to lure Donte away and kill him. The very thought of it made my stomach churn.

"I can't.." I started, but the man cut me off, pulling out his phone and grinning maliciously.

"Stop! Stop! I"ll kill Donte: just don't hurt them!"I pleaded, my voice trembling. His grin widened, and he gave a satisfied nod.

"Good girl," he said, his voice laced with a cruel satisfaction that made my skin crawl.

Hours dragged by as I mingled with other guests, trying to keep my composure.

The eyes on me grew wary, but I was just another masked figure in a sea of guests.

When I finally approached Donte, my heart pounded painfully in my chest. I tried to keep my smile genuine, but it felt like a mask itself.

"It's me... come with me, please,"I whispered urgently when l stood opposite him.

"Don't act happy or excited or anything. I just want to talk to you."

His eyes narrowed with curiosity and suspicion, but he followed me to a private area away from the crowd.

I could barely hold back my tears as I turned to face him. "Amara... how are he started, but I didn't let him finish.

With a trembling hand, I plunged the knife into his chest, my heart shattering as I watched his eyes widen in shock.

Tears streamed down my face as I looked at the blood staining his clothes.

"Meeting you was the biggest mistake of my life. I hate you," I spat out, forcing myself to lie.

The words tasted bitter and wrong on my tongue. Donte's gaze softened even as he struggled to breathe.

"I love you... and if this is how you love me, then " he coughed out blood, pulling me closer.

The knife dug deeper, and he gasped in pain. His blood stained my hands as I desperately tried to stop the bleeding.

As his eyes began to close, I fell to my knees beside him, crying uncontrollably.

I tried to apply pressure to his wound, but the blood flowed too freely.

My sobs mixed with his laboured breathing, and my heart felt like it was being ripped apart.

The man's voice echoed in my mind, but I could barely focus on anything but Donte's fading breaths.

The world around me blurred as I clung to the hope that somehow, someone would save him.

But as I held him, feeling his life slip away, I realized that this was a nightmare I might never wake from.