Chapter 2: Hell Hath No Fury
Regina’s P.O.V
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned…
She bathes in blood of her enemies torn.
She leads her knights to battlefields alone,
And then she watches as the whole world atones…
Who said these fine lines of poetry, you may ask? Well…of course, a woman scorned. And when a woman is left no choice, nowhere to run, that’s when she learns to be at her strongest. That’s when she learns to fight back, to be her most vicious self that even the demons of hell fear and cower from.
Or so it is said…
I’m a woman with a vendetta. A woman scorned and a woman torn apart till there were only ashes left of her.
But I rose from those ashes long ago. And I will keep on rising no matter how many times I am burned, scorched and shatters. Because there is nothing more dangerous than a woman who has learned to rise from her ashes; who has been violated countless times and has learned to use her body as a weapon…who has been broken and scattered to the ground …before she has learned to dust off those parts of her like fine dust on the road.
Learning to rise up hadn't been easy. Learning to patch my wounds hadn't been easy. Learning to dust off a filthy man’s touch after my body had been violated by countless of them, countless times…hadn’t been easy. But I had done it anyways.
Because that was what made me stronger. My resilience and my strength…and my thirst for revenge. And because it was the only choice I had left.
I had been sixteen when I had been sold off to prostitution. A girl barely a woman. And then I had had to survive a world that had been worse than hell, my admirers worse than vile demons of hell.
Today, ten years later, I sat at the back seat of my SUV, admiring the glow of my skin in the dim overhead light as I applied the last layer of make-up on my perfectly sculptured face, the tiny mirror of my compact reflecting the light from above. I was beautiful, and I knew it. I wasn’t going to be a gullible fool who shied away from compliments and pretended not to know my self-worth.
I knew just how beautiful I was, and just the kind of affect I had on men when I walked past them on the streets. I had been blessed with my mother’s Italian features as well my father’s sharp American features. I had the best of both worlds.
My long black hair reached to the middle of my back in thick, natural waves; the light reflecting off of my olive skin made it appear golden and my soft lips were painted a devil red to accentuate the plump, roundness of them. I inherited my green eyes and my sharp nose from my father, and that set me apart from the rest of the woman in the party.
That…and the blood red dress I was wearing with a diamond choker. The dress had a halter neck, with a triangular cut-out right under my breasts that reached down to my navel. I had paired the dress with red stilettos. The white gloves added a hint of chastity that was far from the truth. And then I lay in waiting right outside the City Hall where the party was in full swing; a charity event for the high and mighty. The politicians, the rich businessmen and the men who ruled the underbelly of New York with an iron fist.
“Sorella (sister),” Cole, one of my bodyguards, brought my attention back to him in the car. “Here comes the prey.”
The corners of my lips tilted up as I saw the black Rolls-Royce pull up to the red carpet. And then I saw him coming out of his car in a tailored suit that fit him like a glove, accentuating all the hard muscles and that slim waist.
Him…the man who was called the Lion of the Empire…the man who was responsible for my misery…Leonardo D’Angelo. The head of the Costa Nostra, the Capo de Capi… the most ruthless man in New York.
No cameras flashed as he entered the Hall. No cheers or wails of fandom. Only silence greeted his entry as the entire party cooled down to a simmer, watching…dreading.
And that was my cue.
“Be careful, Sorella,” Alistair, my chauffer and another one of my bodyguards warned me as I opened the doors to my car. “He’s not gonna be an easy target.”
“No, of course not.” I smirked. “What’s the fun in taking him down if the prey dances right into your trap at first glance?”
With that, I stepped out of the car and shut the door, flipping my hair over my shoulder as I made my way to the entrance.
My heels clicked on the concrete floor, the sound growing louder as I approached my destination, until my footfalls hit the velvety red carpet and were completely muted by the soft material.
The valet turned towards me and his eyes widened in shock. It didn’t take long for lust to follow as he looked me up and down, before he cleared his throat to compose himself and held out his hand. “Invitation, please.”
I took out the little golden envelope from my purse and handed it to him. “Regina Milanesi.” I told him.
“Yes…of course.” His composure held a slight hint of imbalance as he looked me up and down once again, before pointing towards the entrance. “Ma’am…”
I gave the kid a lopsided smile, watching his composure slide even more, before I walked past him and into the open gates of the City Hall.
This time, the commotion that followed was off the charts. Heads turned, eyes widened and whispers spread like wildfire.
It was all because of one vital reason…I had violated the black and white dress code…purposefully.
And when the entire room had eyes only for me…a pair of electric blue eyes met mine from across the room, from within a face carved out by expert Greek sculptors. That look turned searing in a matter of seconds, making me pause in my steps.
And as his lips tilted up at the corners, making my heart skip a beat in a way I had never once expected…I thought to myself…Did I really come here to prey? Or was I going to be the one being preyed on tonight?
Chapter 3: The Official EncounterDraco’s P.O.VWho was that woman?It was the first thought that came to mind as soon as my eyes met vivid green ones from across the room. She stood out like a beacon, a flash of wildfire amid the monochrome of the crowd. She had violated the dress code on purpose, that much even I could tell, especially from the tilt of her lips into a sly smile that few women knew how to pull off.But why? With the mix of her Italian-American features, paired with that hourglass body…there was no way she would go unnoticed even if she wore a rag to the red-carpet. Then why had she chosen to wear that devil red dress that made her even more attractive than any of the supermodels I had dated in the past?Well…wasn’t that a question every single person in the party was dying to know?She walked in slow, measured steps, extending her hand to the passing waiter as he stopped just for her, so she could fetch herself a champagne flute. I saw the waiter transfixed in his pl
Chapter 4: An eye for an eye Regina’s P.O.V The second I stepped inside my house, the commotion coming from the business quarters caught my attention. Alistair and Cole were immediately beside me, guarding the door so no one else could get inside the building that now belonged solely to me. But as soon as the doors slammed shut, they started to follow behind me as well, staying close at all times to make sure I was alright. However, when I came to the working quarters, the sight in front of me had my blood boiling in my veins. Aroma, one of my escorts, was lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood, several visible cuts and bruises on her entire body, as the rest who were present were trying to hold back a man with a huge burly figure from hurting Paris, Aroma’s seventeen year old son, who had obviously been trying to help his mother when the man had started to attack her. “What is going on in here?” The commotion stopped as soon as everyone heard my voice, but the man took a
Chapter 5: An Intriguing little PuttanaDraco’s P.O.V“Capo! Capo!”Riccardo burst through the doors to my study, making my head snap in his direction in irritation. Leaning up from the naked woman on my desk, I sneered at my guard. “This better be good, Rico.”“It’s Devon!” Rico sounded out of breath. “He’s in bad condition…”“The bagman?” I growled. “If he’s incapable of collecting our dept then chop him up and throw him to the sharks!”“No, Capo.” Rico lowered his head. “Someone tried to burn him alive.”That got my attention instantly.“Leave,” I ordered the puttana still lying on my desk as I picked up my shirt from the floor and buckled up my belt. She immediately got off, and clutching her clothes to her chest, ran out of the room. Outside, my men lowered their eyes, giving her the dignity she needed to find an empty room and get dressed.“Lead me to him.” I ordered Rico once I had put my shirt back on.Rico complied and began leading me towards the infirmary where Devon was cu
Chapter 6: Rico and Paris 1 Rico’s P.O.V “Are you sure this is the right one?” I asked Gustav, stepping on the butt of my cigarette once I threw it onto the concrete floor. “This is the last one.” He grunted, just as pissed off as I was. “If this isn’t it then all I can say is that the whore is being treated inside that building itself.” “The bookstore opposite to the brothel confirmed that she was taken out of the house on a stretcher.” I shook my head. “She is being treated at a hospital somewhere.” “Damnit! Fucker did a number on her.” Gustav cursed, placing his hands inside his pockets. “How could you still defend Devon after what he did? I thought you two were just fuck buddies.” So not only had Devon been out using violence on women, he had also been going around telling people about what happened between us? “Devon and I had one drunken night together.” I told him firmly. “And we have been working together for Capo since we were teenagers, that’s why I defended him. But i
Chapter 7: Saved by the QueenRegina’s P.O.VI caught a hold of the man’s arm and bend it all the way backward before he could react or recognize me.The scream of pain that he emitted was just as I had expected. Pathetic. A sore loser who jerked off to a woman’s pain, was only good at berating those weaker than them; but when faced with a stronger opponent, they wail and cry and act the victim instead.“Listen up, little fucker,” I spat at him as I kicked his shin, sending him straight to the ground. “No, means NO!”I twisted his arm further back and had the pleasure of hearing his wail once again. It garnered the interest of a few passerbies’ but once they noticed the scantily clad woman next to me, they simply turned away and began minding their own business.I turned to the girl who he had been harassing for about fifteen minutes now, but no one, not even her brethren had come to her rescue. However, it was expected of them, wasn’t it? After all, there was no loyalty among whores.
Chapter 8: Kidnapped by the LionRegina’s P.O.VThree days had passed since the incident and the streets had yet to be overrun by blood.I frowned at the local newspaper headlines, scanning my eyes over the stupid political news and the glamour of the celebrities. They were pointless to me, at least until it was election season. What I wanted was the doings of the organized crime syndicates; the men who came to life at the darkest hours…especially the one man whose name was equivalent to that of the Mafioso Voldemort…Leonardo Draconis D’Angelo.Someone knocked at my door then, distracting me from my thoughts. “Come in.” I sighed, setting aside the paper.Paris came in with a steaming cup of my morning coffee alongside some French toast and fresh cut strawberries. He was accompanied by the nine year old Eugene, another child of one of the escorts in the company, who liked to follow Paris around like his little shadow.There weren’t many children in the house, but the child of each of m
Chapter 9: La SorellaRegina’s P.O.VA bucket of ice cold water being thrown over my head brought me back to consciousness.The first thing I noticed, even before opening my eyes, was the fact that I was on my knees, held suspended by metal cuffs attached to my arms.I opened my eyes to beautiful blue orbs staring right at me and even before I noticed the rest of his features, I knew exactly who I was in the presence of. The Lion of New York never failed to leave a memorable first impression.His hair was gelled back and yet, a few dark strands had dared to grace his forehead. Broad shoulders, a lean waist and strong legs…he filled every inch of the expensive suit he was wearing. Black jacket and pants paired with a silken red shirt underneath. If I hadn't been so intimidated, I would’ve reminded him that we matched…even though the situation didn’t call for light-hearted teasing.“You’re ‘the sister’?” Draco gave me a suspicious look, not believing me for an instant. “You? La sorella?
Chapter 10: MineRegina’s P.O.VI woke up with a start, this time taking it slow before opening my eyes.I was lying on something soft…a bed probably, with the covers pulled up to my chest and my hair no longer wet from the water that had been poured on top of me the last time I was awake.I tried to go by sensation and feel if there was anything on my body that could indicate that I was tied up by any means, but I didn’t come up with anything.“Stop pretending. I know you’re awake.”Even though my heart thrashed against my ribcage as fear took hold for a few seconds, I opened my eyes slowly, trying my best not to give away too much from my expression.The jacket was gone and Leonardo now stood at the foot of the bed in his red shirt and black pants, the sleeves folded to his elbows as he folded his arms across his chest to look down on me.“Didn’t anyone teach you that invading people’s privacy is disrespectful?”Draco raised his eyebrows as he moved closer, causing me to spring up f