Kortac×task141 (MAFIA AU)

The party was already out of control.

Bass thumped through the walls, heavy enough to feel in your chest. Lights flashed across bodies moving too close, too fast—money being thrown, drinks spilling, people laughing like nothing mattered.

Somewhere to your left, someone cheered too loud. Somewhere else, someone was arguing.

And no one stopped it.

Because this place didn’t run on rules.

It ran on power.

And tonight—

The people who owned that power were here.

Behind the velvet rope, everything changed.

The noise didn’t disappear.

But it didn’t reach them either.

The VIP section sat elevated, dimmer, quieter—like the chaos outside existed for entertainment, not participation.

You adjusted the tray in your hands, stepping past the line you were told not to cross unless necessary.

This counted.

You told yourself it did.

Still—

Your grip tightened slightly.

Because everyone knew who was here tonight.

Two groups.

Two names people didn’t say out loud unless they wanted trouble.

On one side, the Black Vultures.

They didn’t look tense.

They looked... comfortable.

Like chaos was something they enjoyed.

Krueger leaned forward in his seat, elbows on his knees, watching the crowd with open boredom. “This is it?” he muttered. “Thought it’d be better.”

Horangi let out a quiet hum, swirling his drink lazily. “You’re just hard to entertain.”

Krueger scoffed, eyes drifting—

Then stopping.

On you.

And staying there.

“...Maybe not,” he added under his breath.

At the center, Valeria Garza sat untouched by any of it, posture relaxed, gaze sharp. She wasn’t watching the party.

She was watching people.

Always people.

Behind her, König stood silent, unmoving—but the moment Krueger’s attention shifted, so did his.

Slow.

Deliberate.

Right to you.

In the darker edge of the section, Nikto hadn’t moved at all—but somehow, it felt like he’d noticed you long before anyone else.

And Keegan P. Russ just watched, quiet, taking in everything.

Across from them—

The Blood Oath didn’t blend into the chaos.

They stood apart from it.

Like it didn’t belong to them.

Soap MacTavish glanced around with clear disapproval, jaw tight. “This your idea of a meeting?”

Captain Price didn’t answer immediately, eyes steady. “It’s a message.”

“Yeah?” Soap muttered. “Looks like a mess.”

Gaz was already scanning the room—exits, people, movement—

Then paused.

“...We’ve got attention,” he said quietly.

Not to the room.

To his side.

Because Ghost had already noticed.

He hadn’t moved much.

But his gaze—

Was on you.

And didn’t leave.

Kate Laswell picked up on it instantly, eyes narrowing just slightly. Alejandro Vargas followed the shift, posture relaxing—but not in a safe way. And Rodolfo Parra stayed still, attention locked in.

That was your first mistake.

Being noticed.

You stepped forward anyway.

Tray steady.

One glass down.

Then another.

You could feel it now—

The shift.

Not the whole room.

Just them.

Which was worse.

You placed the last drink, turning slightly—

“Wait.”

Your body stopped before your mind caught up.

Slowly—

You turned back.

Krueger was already looking at you, something sharper in his expression now.

“Not from here,” he said, voice low.

Not a question.

You didn’t answer.

Didn’t know how to.

A quiet sound—glass against table.

Across from him, Ghost had set his drink down.

“Enough.”

One word.

Flat.

Controlled.

And just like that—

The air tightened.

Krueger leaned back slightly, a slow grin forming.

“Oh?” he murmured. “You care?”

No answer.

But König shifted behind Valeria Garza—subtle, heavy, like a warning without words.

Horangi exhaled softly, amused.

“This is new,” he said under his breath.

From the shadows—

“Maybe not.”

You didn’t see Nikto move.

But you felt it.

That attention.

Cold. Direct.

Krueger let out a quiet laugh.

“Now it’s interesting.”

That word again.

Interesting.

Your grip tightened on the tray.

Then—

Valeria Garza finally looked at you.

Fully.

Sharp.

Unavoidable.

“Who hired you?” she asked.

Simple.

But not really.

Across from her, Captain Price’s gaze settled in—measured, weighing.

No one told you to leave.

No one dismissed you.

And no one looked away.

Because now—

This wasn’t background anymore.

You weren’t just staff.

You were something both sides had noticed—

For completely different reasons.

And none of them looked like they were going to let it go.

The party was insane.

Music blasting so loud it blurred into pure noise, bass pounding through your chest. Lights flashing, people dancing like nothing mattered, drinks spilling, laughter too reckless to be real.

Your friend group was already a mess.

“Okay—okay, hear me out" Alex laughed, grabbing your arm. “There’s more upstairs.”

“More what?” you shot back, slightly slurring. “Bad decisions?”

“Exactly.”

That should’ve been your warning.

But you followed anyway.

All of you did.

The further upstairs you went, the less crowded it got. The music was still there—but distant now. Muffled.

Different.

“Uh... this doesn’t look right,” Max muttered, slowing slightly.

“Relax,” Alex said. “It’s probably just VIP or something.”

“Yeah—VIP we’re definitely not invited to,” someone added.

But no one turned back.

Not yet.

You reached the velvet rope.

Paused.

Looked at each other

And stepped through.

So you followed.

All of you.

Big mistake.

The air changed instantly.

Quieter. Heavier.

Like the party didn’t reach here the same way.

You barely had time to process it—

Before your foot caught slightly.

You stumbled forward—

Your drink slipping—

CRASH.

Glass shattered across the floor.

And just like that—

Everything stopped.

Not the music.

Not the party.

Just this space.

Because now—

Every single person in the room was looking at you.

At all of you.

Your friends froze beside you.

Max muttered, “...we should not be here.”

“No shit,” Alex whispered back.

Too late.

Way too late.

On one side, the Black Vultures reacted first.

Krueger let out a low laugh, leaning back like this just made his night better. “Well, that’s new.”

Horangi glanced over, eyes flicking across your entire group—quick, sharp, taking everything in. “...A whole set,” he murmured.

At the center, Valeria Garza finally looked up.

And just like that—

It didn’t matter how drunk any of you were.

That gaze cut straight through it.

Behind her, König shifted slightly, attention locking in—heavy, immediate.

In the shadows, Nikto didn’t move.

Didn’t need to.

He was already watching.

And Keegan P. Russ stayed quiet—but alert.

Across from them—

The Blood Oath didn’t look amused.

Soap MacTavish exhaled sharply. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Gaz was already scanning—your group, your movements, the situation.

Captain Price’s gaze hardened slightly.

Kate Laswell tilted her head, interest flickering.

Alejandro Vargas leaned back slightly, watching.

Rodolfo Parra stayed still, focused.

And then—

Ghost looked at you.

Not your friends.

You.

Like he’d already decided something.

Your group shifted slightly around you.

One of your friends whispered, “Don’t move.”

Another muttered, “I can’t move.”

Krueger clicked his tongue.

“Relax,” he said lazily, gesturing toward all of you. “You look like you’re about to drop dead.”

Horangi gave a quiet chuckle. “They might.”

“Don’t scare them off,” Krueger added, eyes still on you.

Across the table—

Ghost set his drink down.

Soft.

Controlled.

“Enough.”

One word.

And the air tightened instantly.

Krueger didn’t look away.

If anything—

He looked more entertained.

A slow grin pulling at his mouth.

But the silence wasn’t empty.

It was watching.

Waiting.

Valeria leaned back slightly, gaze moving across your group—measuring, calculating.

“This floor isn’t open,” she said.

Calm.

Final.

One of your friends swallowed audibly.

“...we should go,” You whispered.

Krueger tilted his head.

“Should you?”

A pause.

Then he leaned forward slightly, eyes locking onto you again.

Not your group.

You.

“So,” he said, voice lower now, less amused—more interested.

“You gonna run...”

A slight tilt of his head.

“...or stay?”

No one stopped him.

No one interrupted.

And this time—

It wasn’t just about you.

It was about all of you.

Because now your entire group was standing there—

Caught between two of the most dangerous sides in the room—

And neither of them looked like they were done yet.