~Unknown pov~
"Sir, she is inside the building together with a guard. Should I turn on the security?"
"Not necessary," I murmured, closing the notebook with a deliberate snap. A slow, wicked grin spread across my face. "Let’s see what she can do."
The maniac in me reveled in the challenge, the thrill of the hunt sharpening my focus.
I watched her closely as she headed into the room and the guard was behind her. Perplexed, I watched as she was the one guarding him instead of the other way round. She found the drawer after minutes of checking and found the code too. She was smart but not exactly smart. Even though she was able to get rid of the security cameras outside, there were hidden ones inside.
I watched her closely as she picked all the documents and headed out feeling accomplished. Fake documents Marco planted to avoid to much eyes on his family, my eyes in particular.
I like a lady who beings up a challenge. I love dangerous women, I love her, I've always loved her.
~Marco pov~
Few more days to the ball and I haven't even started planning. We are of course the host of the ball once again but I am truly tired of this ball hosting.
"Inizio, I want the interior design to be deep blue and white. The chandelier should be golden and scream royalty or my mama will kill me." I instructed on what should be done.
"Send invitation to all the Mafia family" that was the day I will be announcing my bride finally. Now Mr. Leonardo is old, I would need to find a bride as soon as possible to be crown don. I left to allow Inizio plan and I went to meet my technician or allow me to say hacker, Alizo.
"Anything about the girl. You saw her at the party the other day with Marilyn"
"She is not related to them. I went through her but she has no history, no parents, siblings or social media account" he paused, "the only thing about her is that she is a killing machine. Many Mafia lords have hired her including Mr. Luciano and she never leaves a job undone and she took documents concerning your family" he said and looked at me waiting for a reply.
"è tutto, Alizo?" I asked.
[Is that all, Alizo]
"ha ucciso Luciano" Luciano has been my ally and always wanted me to marry his daughter because I have money and power. I knew he was involved in dirty business but why will she kill her boss?
[Meaning: She killed Luciano]
I left without saying a word to Alizo and went to my room. Thoughts about Reina clouded me. She was a killer and a dangerous one too. But when I saw her at the party, she was drunk, wild and innocent. Her soft brown eyes hid a lot of emotions and unspoken words but also held danger. I still cannot believe that those little hands have killed and stabbed many. But why will she become a killer?
I didn't even care about the document cause the information there was false. Silver did die but everything else was just rubbish.
My door flying open drifted me away from my thoughts of unanswered questions.
"I have been looking for you. Come downstairs. Inizio and some of your guards are waiting for you concerning a meeting." Mama said
"si mamma. sarò lì tra 5" I said. She stayed there waiting for me to get out of bed and when I didn't, she signed in defeat and left.
[Meaning: yes mama. I will be there in 5]
I checked my phone and saw five missed calls from that slut. She thinks I'll marry her. If only she knew she was just a slut to me and nothing else. I ignored the calls and went down to meet Inizio and the boys. They were already in the room waiting for me. I already knew what they wanted to talk about.
"There has been new arrival of drugs at the harbour in Romania, yesterday." He paused and I could sense he wanted to say something but something held his tongue.
"Speak" I gritted out.
"15 bags of Molly was stolen from the harbour but we were able to get hold of three of the thieves. Boss..." I held my hand up for his mouth to go shut.
"Why are they?" My patience was now running out. Those vagabonds think they can steal from me, that's a big bloody mistake. I am Marco and I was given that name for a reason. It screams fear, power and war and I would bring war upon their very household.
"In the basement" that answer was already enough to pull me out of my seat and head for the thieves. I am the don and I fucking run this entire Mafia business. Anyone who disrespects me in any way will have to face me directly. People who have never come back the same. Either their bodies are found or they go without a part of their body.
Greetings flooded from different angles in the building but I did not care about that. I was seeing red and I know I want to punch and kill the first motherfucker I find. That motherfucker will have to be one of them.
I opened the door and walked inside. The room was pitch black and only a bulb suspended from the middle was turned on. Their faces were bagged and they struggled hard to get free. I could see that from the purple bruises on their wrist.
"Hello boys" I clapped my hands together, "today we are going to have lots of fun. Fun for me most especially. In order to reduce your pain and assigned punishment, tell me who sent you and don't waste my time, okay" I asked trying to be calm as possible.
When I didn't get a reply, I pulled out my gun, shoved it down the first guy throat and released a bullet down his throat. Blood was all over my face and newly bought polished Armani suit. The other two guys were shaking with fear and at this point, I knew even if they didn't speak, killing them will make the pain stop but torture, it will make my heart jump up in excitement.
"Who sent you" I asked again while I dragged a chair to sit and ordered Inizio to take off the bags from their faces.
An unwise fool among them deemed it fit to spit on my shoe. A dark chuckle escaped from my throat as I stared at him.
"Get me the burning steel" the guy looked at me confused wondering what I want to do with a hot burning steel. All I did was smile and collect the rod from Dante and pierced it through his skin. Loud, dry screams erupted from his throat through his mouth.
Blood kept on dripping from his body and the last guy was shocked with sweat.
"Enough questions, now it's time to play" I walked over to them and tapped their shoulders lightly.
There were tables and wardrobes filled with different torture vices. It's been a while since I heard the sounds of wailing from people. No wonder I felt incomplete.
Now it's time to change that.
"Inizio, chiudi la porta. Non voglio che Vita e mamma sentano tutto quel rumore" I ordered.
[Meaning: Inizio, shut the door. I don't want Vita and mama hearing all the noise.]
I took 3 dangers and went for the first guy. I stabbed his both thigh and palm with the dangers and he welp in pain.
"When you still from the don, such is bound to happen." I said slowly.
"Just kill me and put me out of this misery cause I'm not talking" the guy coughed out blood as he managed to speak.
"Kill you? No. We are going to have fun where you'll do all the shouting and I will do all the laughing." I could hear my maniac state speaking.
I took what women call a nipple clip and forced his mouth open. With that, I clipped his tongue and made sure I tightened it as much as possible.
"Fine, if he is not speaking then I will speak because I want to live" the other guy spoke. My attention was drifted to him, waiting for him to speak.
"We were sent by Modric to get some goods from your harbour. I swear i-i..." I didn't let him finish when I snapped a knife and stabbed his neck.
"We don't like stitches here as well" I said. I took a handkerchief, clean the blood off my hand and headed to take a bath.
"Sbarazzati del cadavere e uccidi quello vivo" was all I instructed and I slammed the door shut.
[Meaning: Get rid of the dead body and kill the one alive.]
~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
~Reina~ I stared at her, trying to grasp her words. She was a stranger, yet there was a familiarity in her voice, a desperate warmth I couldn't ignore. Her face remained blurred, like a figure in a dream you're trying to hold on to.'I gave birth to her...' she repeated, her voice cracking. There was raw pain in her words, and a bitterness that twisted them. 'They forced us to hand her over. If we hadn't, we'd all be dead by now.'A chill ran down my spine. She was talking about me, wasn't she? I didn't want to believe it, but every syllable she spoke felt like another piece falling into place. I tried to speak, to ask her who she was, why she'd abandoned me to this...life. But the words caught in my throat, and all I could do was watch her fade back into the shadows of my past.""Yes, she's our weapon now and your death. Kill them"They shoved the knife into my hand, its cold, unforgiving weight settled into my little trembling fingers. Tears blurred my vision, but I felt their eyes
~Reina~I stared at her, my gaze cutting deep, searching for the truth buried beneath her façade. I wasn't like others. I was taught to manipulate, to lie, to get what I wanted-no matter the cost. Killing was just a tool, a means to an end.I leaned in closer, my voice cold. "Tell me who's really in charge. Or you won't like the consequences."She signed, a long, heavy breath escaping her lips as she leaned back, as if the weight of this revelation was something she had carried for too long. There was a shift in her demeanour now-less pride and more resignation."The Mafia family works in a different way than you have in your brain," she said, her voice tinged with both frustration and exhaustion. "My husband, Luciano, was not the head. Or should I say... he was not the Don of the Mafia."The words hung in the air, heavy and loaded with implications. I could see the realization in her eyes-this wasn't just a simple power struggle. There was more to the story, something deeper, somethi
~Reina~The furious pounding on the door forced me from bed. Gun tucked into my nightgown, I charged toward the door, every muscle tense and ready for a fight. I yanked it open, only to be met by Mrs. Luciano, her expression as severe as ever."Since you're now the leader of this mafia," she began, her tone calm but commanding, "you'll need to attend the meeting and learn everything before the ball. There's no room for mistakes."She didn't flinch at the gun in my hand. She never did.My ears couldn't really hear a word so I just nodded in response and got ready. I ripped the night dress off my body and went to take a hot bath.I stepped out, sliding into leather pants and a fitted corset top. My knife and gun sat snugly in their holsters, a reassuring weight against my body. With a steady breath, I headed to the meeting room.Inside, Mrs. Luciano stood at the head of the table, her gaze sharp and assessing. Miguel sat to her left, his usual smirk absent for once. Surrounding them wer
~Reina~I was late and it's all because of that pussy Marilyn. If I wasn't taking her with me, I would have made it there by now."Why cake your face so much?" I asked, already disgusted by her appearance."It's not too much," she retorted, lifting her chin. "I need to look approachable."Now it was my turn to roll eyes at her. Such innocent but dumb fuck human.I made a detour to see Leonara before leaving."Why didn't you tell me about this?" I snapped."I didn't think it was important," she replied, her tone indifferent.I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to walk out and never look back. She was wasting my time, and I hated every second of it. But if I wanted to pull this off, I needed her.I walked out and made my way to the garage. The black E-Tron was there, waiting for me-though Marilyn had already claimed her spot inside. Sliding into the back with Marilyn, we headed toward the club.The ride stretched on for an hour, each minute heavier than the last. My chest tightened a
~Marco~*Warning: Sex scenes*"These are the documents for the drug sales last week" Inizio, my right-hand man.This week had dragged on, dull and endless. I hadn’t found any way to unwind, and the weight of everything was starting to get to me.I signed the last of the documents and handed them over to Inizio. "Finish the rest," I muttered, barely able to keep my eyes open.Exhaustion hit me like a wave—I hadn’t slept properly in days, and it was starting to show. All I wanted was a moment to breathe and escape from the relentless grind.I got ready to go to my club because they are always hungry girls looking for their vaginas to be filled. Inizio and I accompanied by three other guards went to the club."Welcome, Mr. Leonardo. The club is packed, and we’re expecting even more people soon," my secretary said, her voice professional as always.I nodded, offering a brief hum of acknowledgment, then made my way to the bar. One drink would turn into several; it was the kind of night
~Reina~The headache felt like a hammer pounding against the inside of my skull. Every throb seemed to echo with questions I couldn't answer. What the hell happened last night? And who the hell called me?I stumbled toward the table where my phone sat, the screen smudged with fingerprints. No recent calls, no voicemails. My stomach twisted as a vague memory flickered-static, a voice, and then... nothing.The last thing I clearly remembered was being at the bar. Drinks were flowing, laughter around me, but it all became a blur after midnight. There were faces, but they were shadows now, blurred and unfamiliar.The call. I closed my eyes, straining to remember. There was something unsettling in the tone, like they knew me-knew something about me I wasn't ready to face.I felt the ache in my ribs and glanced down. A bruise. My heart skipped. Did I get into a fight? Or was it something worse?My pulse quickened as I checked the door. Locked. But for how long?Was I scared? No. Fear would'
~Unknown pov~"Sir, she is inside the building together with a guard. Should I turn on the security?" "Not necessary," I murmured, closing the notebook with a deliberate snap. A slow, wicked grin spread across my face. "Let’s see what she can do."The maniac in me reveled in the challenge, the thrill of the hunt sharpening my focus.I watched her closely as she headed into the room and the guard was behind her. Perplexed, I watched as she was the one guarding him instead of the other way round. She found the drawer after minutes of checking and found the code too. She was smart but not exactly smart. Even though she was able to get rid of the security cameras outside, there were hidden ones inside.I watched her closely as she picked all the documents and headed out feeling accomplished. Fake documents Marco planted to avoid to much eyes on his family, my eyes in particular.I like a lady who beings up a challenge. I love dangerous women, I love her, I've always loved her.
~Reina~The headache felt like a hammer pounding against the inside of my skull. Every throb seemed to echo with questions I couldn't answer. What the hell happened last night? And who the hell called me?I stumbled toward the table where my phone sat, the screen smudged with fingerprints. No recent calls, no voicemails. My stomach twisted as a vague memory flickered-static, a voice, and then... nothing.The last thing I clearly remembered was being at the bar. Drinks were flowing, laughter around me, but it all became a blur after midnight. There were faces, but they were shadows now, blurred and unfamiliar.The call. I closed my eyes, straining to remember. There was something unsettling in the tone, like they knew me-knew something about me I wasn't ready to face.I felt the ache in my ribs and glanced down. A bruise. My heart skipped. Did I get into a fight? Or was it something worse?My pulse quickened as I checked the door. Locked. But for how long?Was I scared? No. Fear would'
~Marco~*Warning: Sex scenes*"These are the documents for the drug sales last week" Inizio, my right-hand man.This week had dragged on, dull and endless. I hadn’t found any way to unwind, and the weight of everything was starting to get to me.I signed the last of the documents and handed them over to Inizio. "Finish the rest," I muttered, barely able to keep my eyes open.Exhaustion hit me like a wave—I hadn’t slept properly in days, and it was starting to show. All I wanted was a moment to breathe and escape from the relentless grind.I got ready to go to my club because they are always hungry girls looking for their vaginas to be filled. Inizio and I accompanied by three other guards went to the club."Welcome, Mr. Leonardo. The club is packed, and we’re expecting even more people soon," my secretary said, her voice professional as always.I nodded, offering a brief hum of acknowledgment, then made my way to the bar. One drink would turn into several; it was the kind of night
~Reina~I was late and it's all because of that pussy Marilyn. If I wasn't taking her with me, I would have made it there by now."Why cake your face so much?" I asked, already disgusted by her appearance."It's not too much," she retorted, lifting her chin. "I need to look approachable."Now it was my turn to roll eyes at her. Such innocent but dumb fuck human.I made a detour to see Leonara before leaving."Why didn't you tell me about this?" I snapped."I didn't think it was important," she replied, her tone indifferent.I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to walk out and never look back. She was wasting my time, and I hated every second of it. But if I wanted to pull this off, I needed her.I walked out and made my way to the garage. The black E-Tron was there, waiting for me-though Marilyn had already claimed her spot inside. Sliding into the back with Marilyn, we headed toward the club.The ride stretched on for an hour, each minute heavier than the last. My chest tightened a
~Reina~The furious pounding on the door forced me from bed. Gun tucked into my nightgown, I charged toward the door, every muscle tense and ready for a fight. I yanked it open, only to be met by Mrs. Luciano, her expression as severe as ever."Since you're now the leader of this mafia," she began, her tone calm but commanding, "you'll need to attend the meeting and learn everything before the ball. There's no room for mistakes."She didn't flinch at the gun in my hand. She never did.My ears couldn't really hear a word so I just nodded in response and got ready. I ripped the night dress off my body and went to take a hot bath.I stepped out, sliding into leather pants and a fitted corset top. My knife and gun sat snugly in their holsters, a reassuring weight against my body. With a steady breath, I headed to the meeting room.Inside, Mrs. Luciano stood at the head of the table, her gaze sharp and assessing. Miguel sat to her left, his usual smirk absent for once. Surrounding them wer
~Reina~I stared at her, my gaze cutting deep, searching for the truth buried beneath her façade. I wasn't like others. I was taught to manipulate, to lie, to get what I wanted-no matter the cost. Killing was just a tool, a means to an end.I leaned in closer, my voice cold. "Tell me who's really in charge. Or you won't like the consequences."She signed, a long, heavy breath escaping her lips as she leaned back, as if the weight of this revelation was something she had carried for too long. There was a shift in her demeanour now-less pride and more resignation."The Mafia family works in a different way than you have in your brain," she said, her voice tinged with both frustration and exhaustion. "My husband, Luciano, was not the head. Or should I say... he was not the Don of the Mafia."The words hung in the air, heavy and loaded with implications. I could see the realization in her eyes-this wasn't just a simple power struggle. There was more to the story, something deeper, somethi
~Reina~ I stared at her, trying to grasp her words. She was a stranger, yet there was a familiarity in her voice, a desperate warmth I couldn't ignore. Her face remained blurred, like a figure in a dream you're trying to hold on to.'I gave birth to her...' she repeated, her voice cracking. There was raw pain in her words, and a bitterness that twisted them. 'They forced us to hand her over. If we hadn't, we'd all be dead by now.'A chill ran down my spine. She was talking about me, wasn't she? I didn't want to believe it, but every syllable she spoke felt like another piece falling into place. I tried to speak, to ask her who she was, why she'd abandoned me to this...life. But the words caught in my throat, and all I could do was watch her fade back into the shadows of my past.""Yes, she's our weapon now and your death. Kill them"They shoved the knife into my hand, its cold, unforgiving weight settled into my little trembling fingers. Tears blurred my vision, but I felt their eyes
~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