Reina Carlo was forged by the Stingers, a shadowy organization that raised her to be a weapon. Her memories of a family—a mother’s face or a father’s embrace—were long lost, replaced by the harsh discipline and ruthless training of her surrogate family. To her, the Stingers were everything, until betrayal shattered the fragile foundation of her loyalty. Now, Reina walks the streets as the hunter, her mission deeply personal. A man who dared to strip away her last shred of innocence must face the consequences. Her scars are tools, her training a guide, and by sunrise, her vengeance will be complete. But each kill leaves a stain on her soul, no matter how she rationalizes it. She tells herself the trade is fair: she removes monsters, and the world lets her survive another day. Redemption and forgiveness don’t belong in her world—they are luxuries for those unbroken by life. Yet the nightmares persist, whispering of a stolen past and a family that might still exist. Did they abandon her, or did they think her lost? These thoughts claw at her resolve, forcing her to confront a truth she can’t bury: forgetting isn’t the same as letting go. Her pact with Marco Alessandro—a powerful, calculating man—only adds to her turmoil. Their marriage of convenience grants her the resources to find her family and avenge her past. But Marco’s unrelenting gaze and quiet intensity break through her defenses, challenging the walls she’s built. As vengeance, love, and identity collide, Reina faces a choice: cling to the darkness she knows or risk everything for a future she can’t predict. In this world of shadows and betrayal, Reina Carlo fights not just to survive—but to discover who she truly is.
View More*Mature scenes*Please if you are uncomfortable, feel free to skip. Enjoy!~Marco's Pov~Just the idea of her thinking she won against me, Marco, needs to be erased from her head. I won’t even lie—I’m attracted to her. Of course, I am. Anyone with eyes would be. But it’s more than that, and that’s the problem. No matter how much I try to ignore it, she gets under my skin, into my head, and stays there. Her tan skin, curly brown hair, brown eyes like the sunset at the beach side, short petite figure endowed with the most perfect thighs and figure to match, perfect posture, medium but the best size of breast and that perfect nipple that stands erect whenever she feels my touch, clumsy but readily personality, sarcastically funny. I can go on and on but words will never be enough when it comes to describing Reina. She is the epitome of beauty, she is deadly but her smile enriches my soul. She was perfect, she is perfect.But, she had to learn the lesson to never mess with me. I was in m
Reina's PovI left the training hall to go get refreshed. That first attack I did made Marco headbut my nose hard, making blood rush from it. That headbut made pain welcome me once again. My head throbbed and my nose ached. I gently use the cotton wool and spirit to clean the blood and luckily for me, there was no wound so it didnt hurt but it did. I stuffed a tissue in my nose to remove the remaining blood and buggy I had in there. Marco walked into the room and didn't say a word. Since he was not going to talk to me, I was not going to talk to him as well. Saying at his mama's house was the best. I had people to talk to, people to laugh with and everytime I was here, I felt normal, like a normal adult who still have big dreams with the support of her family. I was happy here, I am happy here. I walked into the bathroom and ran a bubble bath of course. I love bubble baths so much. I feel refreshed, clean and happy when doing that. It was a feeling I just can't explain but I know it
Reina's Pov I ran as fast as I could through the woods and sat behind a trees. I had already sustained a lot of injuries on my foot. My angle was twisted and a nail in my feet. I successfully took the nail out and blood rushed out. I applied pressure on it to stop the blood flow. How could he do that to me? He just decided to reopen all my wounds? And he wanted to explain, explain what? Explain how he's trust Giorgia all again and leaving me behind. I was loosing blood and dizziness striked me hard. There was a sudden russel in the grass making me alert yet very weak to run away."Reina, let's go home." I knew that voice, it was the voice of my husband, and idiotic man who hurts me and later finds me to make up for last time just to hurt me again. I was tired of this back and forth stuff, it hurts. I allowed the darkness take over me because I was tired, tired of fighting and hoping.*Later In The Evening*I woke up in the room that had been given to Marco and me. My body felt heav
Reina's Pov There was a red box sitting on the bed and had a note attached to it. Wear this, it'll look good on you or whatever. -MarcoRealising a heavy sign, I took the box in my hand and opened it. I know this dress because I was staring at it on my phone. But how did he find out about the dress? He even got the shoes as well. Well, well, well.I got into the bath and showered quickly. After I finished the necessary body care, I wore the dress and stood in the mirror. I looked breathtaking and I remember why I never even bothered about the dress when I saw it even though it was beautiful. The back was exposed and my back has a lot of scars, a lot of scars from Rarf beating. He said beating me made me feel excited, made him feel fulfilled. I didn't know what he meant until on day he beat the crap out of me and jerked off in my front. His cum spilling on my back and some got into my hair. I was never cleaned properly from that experience. I still feel dirty to this day. As much as
Reina's Pov The soft hum of the jet filled the quiet, yet my mind raced. I intently stared out the window at the world blurring rapidly beneath us and the lights of faraway cities flickered like distant stars. However, I didn't notice it. The deeply unsettling events of earlier—everything that went drastically wrong—continued to haunt my thoughtsI had been attacked. Again. It wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last, but something about it sat differently in my chest. Maybe it was how sudden it was, how unprepared I felt in that moment. Or maybe it was the fact that I should have seen it coming. I should have been better.But that wasn’t what was really bothering me.Marco was.Ever since we boarded the plane, he had been trying to talk to me, trying to explain himself. I refused to let him. Every time he so much as opened his mouth, I shut him down. If I wasn’t physically walking away from him, I was pulling Silver into the conversation just to keep him at a distance.And
Marco's Pov Rarf, Rarf, Rarf.That name was driving me nuts. Rarf. The bastard. And Giorgia… why the hell did she help him? For what? To get back at me? To make a point?Even if she wanted me, if that was her angle, it was a stupid move. Self-destructive, reckless, and now I’m left scrambling because of her choices. I could almost laugh at the absurdity of it, if it didn’t make me so furious.And Reina… God, Reina. She has this way of making everything worse. Not because she messes up—no, she’s perfect. Too perfect. The way she handled everything, so calm, so collected, like nothing phased her. Meanwhile, I’m unraveling, and she’s just watching, with those sharp eyes, that biting voice, and that damn unreadable face. She doesn’t even need to say anything; her existence alone feels like a judgment on me.I used to be the calm one, the one who handled the chaos and kept things together. But I couldn’t this time. I let my anger take over, and it cost me. And what if something had happen
Reina's Pov I couldn’t give up, even if I felt alone and lost. The thought of defeat made my chest tighten, but then I caught sight of them; Silver and Marco lingering in the shadows. My eyes locked on Marco, and everything else seemed to fade. Those hazel eyes of his steadied me, grounding me in a way I couldn’t explain. They held a quiet strength that made me feel like I could stand tall again, like I wasn’t truly alone.For a moment, his expression softened, and I saw the relief in his face. He could see I was still on the gound and still breathing, and that was enough to calm me. But that peace didn’t last long. His face changed, those same hazel eyes darkened, his jaw clenched, and I could see the fury rising in him.I didn’t need to ask what had set him off. I already knew. It was because of Rarf. Because of Giorgia. And because of the blood smeared across my mouth, a vivid reminder of the chaos I had just endured. Marco didn’t have to say a word for me to feel his anger, his fr
Reina's Pov I slipped on my usual baggy outfit, the kind that made me feel at home in my own skin. Comfort was my priority, and baggy clothes gave me that. I swept my curls into a messy bun, letting two strands fall delicately on either side of my face. For the first time in what felt like forever, I painted my lips in a rich cherry-red, and when I looked in the mirror, I couldn’t help but feel... beautiful. It was a rare feeling, one I didn’t often allow myself to have.I never used to wake up thinking about how I looked—it wasn’t my thing. But today was different. I lined my eyes with black eyeliner and brushed on some mascara, watching my brown eyes come to life. It wasn’t for anyone else. This was for me.Today, I wasn’t wearing black. I chose brown—my favorite color. As I adjusted my outfit, I felt more like myself than I had in a long time. Being mixed meant walking a line where I didn’t always fit, and growing up, I learned how uncomfortable people could be with “black.” But i
Reina's Pov Waking up to the sound of birds chirping outside the window, I slowly opened my eyes. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, making the room feel warmer than it probably was. For a moment, I felt at peace—until I realized where I was. Or more importantly, who I was with.I was in Marco’s arms.His grip was tight, holding me close like I might disappear if he let go. It wasn’t the comforting kind of tight; it was suffocating. I tried to wiggle free, but he didn’t budge. Frustrated, I lifted my leg to nudge him awake, but things didn’t go as planned. My knee landed squarely in his crotch.He snarled, his face twisting in pain, and shoved me away with more force than necessary. “What the hell is wrong with you, dove?” he snapped, his voice low and sharp.I didn’t bother answering him. I knew better than to get into it with Marco when he was in one of his moods. Instead, I climbed out of bed, grabbed my robe, and headed to the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.The lock
~Reina~Being a rich ass 20 year-old gang leader was not on my bucket list but I freaking love it. The smell of blood, people's cries that sounded like music to me made me happy.I never had a family that brought me up to be 'normal'. My family was made with the Stingers.I became their weapon, their shield, their ruthless enforcer. Killing was my trade, my survival. Money was the only currency I recognized. My parents? A blur, a distant echo. The lonely, scared child I once was is a ghost. The Stingers were my family, crime my inheritance.I'd grown up in a world where violence was as commonplace as breathing. The scent of blood was familiar, the rhythm of gunfire a lullaby. My childhood was a blur of shadows, punctuated by the harsh commands of my superiors. I learned to suppress emotions, to replace empathy with indifference. The world was a chessboard, and human life was merely pawns to be sacrificed.Now, as they circled the house, I stepped into the lion's den. Each guard that f...
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