Stylish, sassy and feisty
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Reina Clementine Romano the youngest Romano of the Sicilian mafia and course the most badass. A successful CEO of the Romano's hotel in the day; but at the night she hides under the name The Black Hunter. A professional crazy criminal with talents in every corner of the underground world. The best shooter, body hunter, assassin, fighter, and practically anything you can name. Jax Phoenix Martinez the ruthless and bloody American Mafia boss. Feared by many cops and criminals. He loves seeing his enemies suffer so tortures him for days on end; nonstop. An absolute psycho! He simply doesn't give one damn towards anyone so say the wrong things to him and the rest of your life is not promised. Both are feared and talented in what they do; both love seeing their enemies on their knees begging for mercy; both are beyond the word crazy. What happens when they cross paths? Will the demons rise while the angel falls or will they be intertwined by fate and fate alone?
murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”
He. They always assume I'm a man but whose to tell them that it's a woman killing multiple men and women. Pure sexism in the 21stcentury. As the saying goes ‘Some women fear the fire while some women simply become it’. I am the fire that burns enraging the wrath and vengeance that runs in my veins but there is a twist.
One thing between us is that I'm not the monster everyone plays me out to be. The people who I ruthlessly and personally kill are ones that the justice was not served to. Rapists. I despise them. With my encounter but I was strong enough to fight back, but many can't and for that reason, the messy kills will only be with them. One and one of my only purposes is to protect and take payback on the ones who can’t take the revenge they desire to have. Lucky for me I have the crazy Romano gene.
Best get my ass to work before I miss any meeting; I owned the Romano’s enterprises which consists of many venues and hotels which I had made well-known all over the world; so hard work and overtime was something regular for me. I was not raised as a privileged child and my parents made sure of that. After school jobs at the cafe, summer jobs at the library, weekends jobs at retail shops and internships throughout the years of unis were what I did to get money for college and my own house. So spoilt I was not. At all. I had a shower and then changed my clothes. I wore a black long-sleeved black shirt, a grey and black patterned skirt and topped it off with a light grey blazer. I had a black purse handbag and put my hair into a high ponytail.
Spraying my body with my Jasmine perfume, I walked out of the house and took my car and drove off to the Romano headquarters in Sicily. Yes, Sicily, I'm usually in America but for right now I had business to help with for the rest of the family. It was a large headquarters full of elegance, class and very much sophisticated. Maybe not a clear representation of me but my mum no doubt. She is a very classy woman who had her own business as an interior designer and took it upon herself to do it. Each of my hotels has their distinct theme along with them designed by her. My mum despised my criminal activity but knows I won't stop. For I am my daddy's daughter even if he hates the fact that I take after him. I reach the headquarter and enter inside and into my office. A knock.
“Miss Romano, this is your meeting schedule for the rest of the day,” my secretary Jayden had walked in and announced which made me huff already fed up.
“Thank you,” I replied calmly disguising my enthusiasm.
Three meetings today. Ugh. This was going to be a long day but if that’s the price I have to pay to be the rich, successful badass woman that I am today, then so be it. Let’s begin with these horrible meetings to make the company better for me. The company was known to be the best, winning multiple awards in the hotel category since I started when I was nineteen. Now I am twenty-four with five awards in the biggest competition for hotels in the world and hundreds of mini awards. Men despised that a woman could top them in a category that was made for them. Well, it’s a shame that a woman does it better.
Three long meetings later. I called it a day and headed out back to my car. My mum and I made plans that we would meet at my brother Reese's house. In case, you couldn’t tell, my mum is one of my best friends forever; I just had a close relationship with her since the moment I was born. So, I turned my car on and made my way to his house. Did I forget to mention that he the Sicilian Mafia Boss, the most feared man , as well as one of the most influential men in the world yet, had place in his heart had a soft spot for his sweet wife Ophelia. I rang the doorbell. Reese opened the door looked at me up and down.
'Ugh. It's you.' he groaned and shut the door on my face. Sibling love is the best kind of love a person could get. I got my bobby pin and fiddled it into the keyhole opening the door, unlocking it eventually. The right just in case tool that I need for daily problems with this irritating man anyways.
'Aunty Reina!!!!' was screamed from the back yard and I saw my niece. She came running towards me. My only niece and I were very much blessed to have her in my life despite her being a tad bit annoying from moment to moment.
'HAZEL BABYYY' I yelled back with the same energy that she had possessed. I ran up to her and picked her up swinging her around. She was now three years old. She had. Jet-black hair and the glimmering green eyes. God, I already know she's going to be a beautiful Goddess when she's older. Hazel and I both played with the Legos even though I hated it in case I stepped on them. (I do anything for her). After a bit, I headed towards the kitchen. Their kitchen had a grey marble interior and honestly, I could fall in love with it every time that I had walked into it.
'Ophelia!' I exclaimed while hugging her.
I finally stood away and asked 'how's the baby? Giving you any problems?'
She chuckled 'No he's not.'
'HEEEEE! I'M FINALLY GETTING A NEPHEW.' I screamed.
After having a very comforting conversation with my sistein-law, I headed towards my brother's office.
'Reese.' I said 'You're named after a chocolate.' He rolled his eyes to the back of his head with my comment which had no longer irritated him like it used to.
'What is it I hear of that you’re going to America on a new turf to build a hotel?'
'Yeah, well maybe because my company is expanding.' I said in a duh tone.
'Don't use that tone on me' he snapped.
'I'm sorry your royal majesty.' I announced while bowing down.
'It's that sort of attitude that will get you killed on his turf.'
'Whose turf?' I questioned.
“Jax Martinez,” he said.
Jax Phoenix Martinez. The renowned, brutal and deadly American Mafia Boss. Cops shiver and shake when he enters the streets and criminals only have the utmost respect for him. The most lunatic and mad man you will ever meet. He tortures his enemies for days on end letting them beg for mercy all they can. Cold-blooded and heartless.
'So, what if it is his turf?' I questioned.
'It's dangerous to be on his turf with no protection.' Reese replied.
'And knowing you, you will probably go on a little killing spree' he added.
'Me?' I screamed accused with a shocked face pointing at myself.
'Yes, you.' he said pointing at me with his eyes staring at me accusingly.
'I'm still going whether you like it or not.'
'Pa is not going to like that at all.' he replied.
'Who’s going where?' said my dad while he walked in. The old man still thought he was in charge of everything. I love him to death and always will but that stubborn man won’t let go of his power and let life go on for me.
'Reina's going to New York to build a hotel.' Reese stated. What a little rat?
'On the Martinez's turf.' he bellowed and then chuckled and then howled with laughter.
'Yeah, you're not going anywhere near that turf.' he said abruptly after he stopped laughing.
'Yes, I am I said while walking out and running towards my mum for protection as everyone feared her.
'REINA CLEMENTINE ROMANO. COME BACK HERE.' he said while running out behind me.
I ran to behind my mum who was talking to Ophelia. She kissed my cheeks while I hugged her.
'REINAA' he screamed with anger pumping through his veins because once again I embraced the rebellious daughter personality and defied him.
'YOU BEST HAVE A REA-' he stopped as soon as he saw ma's face.
'Vincent, why on God's earth are you screaming at our daughter?'
'She plans on opening a hotel on someone else's turf.' he said.
'So what?' my mum replied calmly.
Blank stares from my father goes unfazed to my mum.
'He is the most ruthless mafia leader.'
'Ok and what?' my mum said 'Reina is more than capable of taking care of herself and by refusing to let her go on certain place is restricting her full potential. Get over its Vincent, she is the strongest criminal in the underground. She can fight herself.'
'I don't want her to fight herself' my dad said back.
'She's a business owner Vince, you need to travel.' she replied looking at him.
'Exactly.' I screamed.
'She's not going, Vasilva' he screamed 'end of conversation.'
My mum glared at him.
'Temper temper father' I said.
He stormed off while my mum chuckled at my joke.
'You know sometimes you should listen to your father even if he sometimes talks a load of bullshit' she said turning to me.
'Ehh, i guess I should probably try to but I love pissing him off.' I giggled.
She laughed, 'promise me you will be safe'
'I promise ma'
Later on, I went back to my house and changed my clothes. I wore some ripped black jeans with a black off shoulder top topped with a khaki green jacket. I wore the necklace my dad gave me when I was a child and black and white trainers. I headed to the airport.
'Welcome back Ms Romano.' followed with 'Have a safe flight, Ma'am '
I got comfortable on a seat and fell asleep.
After 10-12 hours, I got off the plane and checked my phone.
108 Missed Calls from Pa
Oh shit... eh, I mean my mum can deal with him. I headed towards the house I had rented out. It was a beautiful black interior. Pure love at first sight.
It was still night around here so I guess I could do something I like.
I wore a green turquoise colour dress which highlighted my figure perfectly and wore white heels. I put on my turquoise curly wig on. I slipped on my green eye contacts and headed towards the club with the rental car at the front.
light beard growing in. I went in and ordered my drink.
'Oh, let me buy you a drink darling' he said while checking me out very baitly. God I was gagging in my mind.
'You sure about that handsome?' I said with a smirk forming on my face.
'Yeah, I'm pretty sure that a sexy lady deserves to be bought a drink.'
We had a conversation while drinking.
'Why don't we go on the dance floor?' I offered
'Let's go darling.'
So, we headed there. I grinded on him constantly making him go hard and before you knew it, we were at his house kissing.
Now was the perfect time to strike. I took my knife and stabbed him in his abdomen. Then pushing him back on the ground I dragged the knife across his body constantly stabbing. He was bleeding everywhere.
'Please what?' I said in response while taking my spray can out and spelt The Black Hunter out across the wall.
And with that I stabbed him instantly and he closed his eyes.
'Should have thought about it before you raped that poor girl.'