*MATURE SCENE ALERT* 18+ His lips claimed every inch of my body, leaving red beauty marks on my skin that was his perfect way to claim me, to make sure that everyone knows I was his, only his own. He traced the scars on my body and then looked at me like he needed some kind of permission. "Hold me, touch me, kiss me and make me vulnerable because I am always yours." *************************************************** 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.
~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 fell was a victory, a coin in my growing empire. The adrenaline coursed through my veins, a potent and intoxicating elixir. There was a cold satisfaction in the efficiency of my actions, a perverse sense of accomplishment. I was a predator, and this was my hunt.
"Happy family, huh? Pathetic." My words made some flinch their way to face me while other just faced me.
I circled the table, a predator stalking its prey. My hand snaked into the waistband of my black cargos, emerging with the cold steel of my pistol. A quick glance at my blood-splattered reflection in the glass confirmed the chaos I'd wrought. Their fear was palpable, a sweet scent amidst the metallic tang of iron.
The sound of a loud fired gun echoed throughout the room. I smiled as I saw the woman who I suppose was the mom going down, her body stiff. She was gone. I placed the gun on his head making him close his eyes shut ready to meet with the devil. Tears flowed down his cheek like a running waterfall.
"patetico"I spat.
(Pathetic)
I squatted to his level, lowering the gun.
"Don't cry you little fagot. You'll soon be reunited with your wife and children." He looked at me confused because his kids were alive.
Bang! Bang!
Each bullet for each child dropping them dead. I always hated the Mafia. They think they are superior but I just made this fucking Dick bag Italian mafia dump cry.
"You crazy godforsaken bitch, you'll pay with your blood." He said like some chaotic deranged bastard.
"First of all, I'm no bitch, I'm a fucking assassin. Secondly," I responded while opening his mouth "I pay with the blood of others not mine" and with that, I cocked the gun, realizing the bullet down his throat. I peeled his blood off my face and licked it. I could feel his gagging on my gun in fear before I pulled the trigger.
Bunch of freaks.
Their hands, entwined in death, were a macabre tableau of love's fragility. A pathetic display of vulnerability. Such weakness was a foreign concept to me. Love was a luxury, a distraction that could blind even the sharpest mind. I'd traded emotions for efficiency, heart for cold calculation. No one would ever hold me captive with such a foolish thing.
Love is just a stupid mistake made by many ignorant souls.
Dipping my hands in my pocket, I removed my phone and dial a number. "
"è fatto, vengo per i miei soldi"
[It's done. I'm coming for my money]
The pistol slid into the waistband of my trousers, a cold comfort against my skin. I pulled on my coat, a futile attempt to shield myself from the chilling reality that had just unfolded. The house was a macabre tableau, a silent testament to the violence I'd unleashed. My men, once a formidable force, were now mere echoes in the empty rooms. Their lives, extinguished with careless abandon, haunted the silence.
A cold dread seeped into my bones as I realized the implications of my actions. Innocent people, caught in the crossfire of a war that was no longer a game. The weight of their deaths pressed down on me, a crushing burden. I was no longer just a survivor. I was a destroyer. And the world, it seemed, was closing in.
I didn't care.
They were all just distraction. I knew they wouldn't be able to make it. I hopped onto my motorbike and speed off. The first rule of being a stinger was to get ready for death. They deserved it for being so clueless, untactful and bunches of fools. I had to no heart. I killed without mercy and I love it cause that what has kept me till this time.
I arrived at and saw Mr. Luciano waiting for me with a suitcase. Money. I packed off the road and went to meet him. As I approached him, two guards popped up from nowhere to kill him.
Playing smart with me, hell no.
"Do you want them injured, dead or unconscious" I shouted to his hearing but he stood still with a bug grin across his face. I wasn't scared, I was angry and going to kill here and here. I didn't care who the fuck he was. He just got me at gunpoint but he doesn't remember, does he?
I'm the fucking gunpoint. Ha!
Immediately, I pulled out my gun and shot one of his guards in the chest. I was opened and that made me obtain a bullet to my thigh. I fell to the ground grunting in pain and leaned behind a burnt bus. I could hear him approaching slowly to finish the job I laid flat on the ground and saw his leg.
Bingo.
I shot his leg making him drop to the ground releasing his gun. I dragged myself to him and smiled.
"ci vediamo all'inferno, puttana" and I shot the bullet right through his skull.
[See you in hell, bitch]
Mr. Luciano looked stared me with wide open eyes. I knew those were his best. Attempting to run away, I shot a bullet I'm sure affected his spine, making him paralyze instantly. I got closer to him and whispered in his ear, "no one double crosses me and lives" I smiled and killed him. I picked my suitcase and took his car. Putting my bike in the boot, I headed to the road to meet my family, 'the stingers.'
I turned the radio up and Sza's kill bill was playing. My favourite. I sang along and smiled as the wind blew my curly hair. I've always thought what normal was. I'll be a poor, broken, looked down on orphan if I didn't choose this life.
This life wasn't awesome but it bought me a family and happiness, I think. I arrived home, to my family with blood on my thigh. They received me quickly and took me to the bed where the doctor cake over and blood drip was set up. Though the blood ran through my veins, I was losing blood more than I was gaining. Soon enough, I fell asleep.
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