All Chapters of KILLER: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

~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, 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 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 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'