Chapter Two - Backup

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Reina's Point of View

Russia is a very much beautiful country. Yes, I said Russia. Once Angelo told me to head to the airport I headed straight for Spain. Madrid to be perfectly accurate and it was horrible. Not the country, no. The glowing sun would radiate my skin so it was golden; the perfect glow to take some pictures and there were so many that I did take. The beaches and all of the food was a too good to be true package deal of a holiday but it was him. Narc, I mean Jax. He kept appearing everywhere I was accusing me of being the traitor.

The whole moment with the rope would always be on replay at the back of my mind. He had haunted my dreams and my sleep patterns were totally disrupted and now messed up because of hm. The man who ruined my entre life by jumping to conclusions too quickly. Hell, I couldn't give two shits if he was crying his eyes out because at the end of the day what's done is done. He can't take back what he did and he most certainly can't take back the fact that he broke my heart in two within the split second after winning it.

However just like every other fairy-tale, we have an evil villain who becomes obsessed on taking revenge and I made the full appointed decision to embrace my natural villain side. Revenge, baby was the best kind of thing that could happen to me once that I realised that he wasn't worth the heartbreak. So, I became the Black Hunter full time as I couldn't go back to being the CEO of Romano's because that'll be me being alive out to the world including Jax himself.

Number one on that list was messing with his shipment all day every day. You should have seen his face all confused and angry but the only thing bout that was it was all a short outburst and then quickly his face would fade back into the monotone and no feeling face. He looked empty and even from a continent away you could see the guilt gnawing his mind away.

Number two, let me just quickly side in I'm no longer a virgin since I decided to do one of the evillest things alive and fuck all of his enemies before killing them myself. Yes, each and every one of them. Call me a whore but hey I would do anything to hurt the man and make him feel the same way that I did. Betrayal at the greatest. He screwed me over and now karma was back fo him. Also, mainly because I couldn't exactly go fuck his brother since their like besties.

Majority of the time was spent with Angelo to be frankly honest. He would phone me up every morning and night making sure I was ok with everything around me. He became my best friend despite the rough beginning we had the beginning, and mostly in particular the fighting between me and him. We even went to Dubai together and it was probably one of the best places with someone especially with the good company I had with him.

Anyways back to me as usual, Russia is an amazing country. The pure snow settles down softly and gently; just like the fairy-tale atmosphere. It was an awfully unreal place to be in and to be honest the true reason I was here was one of my friends had just got married and to the big bad Russian Mafia boss, Dimitri Ivanov. Before you say anything, it was an arranged agreement since she was a child to stop the Russian and Italian war. She was the Italian mafia princess but their family believed women should not be allowed in the Mafia. She proved them wrong and was known to be the Dead Queen. One of the feared criminals. She has her own links everywhere and if she wants something to be done; it'll be done. Ladies and gentlemen, that is Moya Vitiello for you.

Everyone knows her and fears her boldness; all for except Dimitri. I should perhaps tread carefully around here since the Russians and the Americans have a strong alliance formed a few years ago and now have one of the solidest links in the Mafia world. I only met her a couple of years ago through an agreement we had when we were kids; to become the best criminals in the world. That was the day before her dad put her in a boarding school in London. She knows that I'm the Black Hunter since we collaborated on a couple of heists as we stole from a royal palace in Sweden for the Jewels. The memories with her were never dull but always fun and adventurous and I was going to visit her later in the after. However, that was only if I got out of this horrible bed.

Just then, my phone rang and it was Angelo.

"Morning, princess," his deep voice stated. I could feel his smirk forming on the other end of the call.

"Shut up, Angel."

"Don't call me that."

"Don't call me princess."

"Why because you only want Jax to call you baby?" he chuckled.

"I'm going to kill you, when you get here."

"Oh, really. Well good thing that I don't plan on being there. Wait, where are you?"

"Russia."

"You were in Afghanistan yesterday."

"Yup, beautiful culture there but there's always a more eager attitude to discover the rest of the world."

"Of course, you do but be careful Reina, Jax and Dimitri are close. So, if he even sees you or the news comes around, Jax will know automatically."

"Yeah, obviously but you know I'm going to visit his wife Moya."

"Reina, you're playing a dangerous game."

"You're the one who says that you want me to come and shown him that I'm alive."

"Well not like this. You know he is genuinely sorry for what he did. It ruined him."

"it also ruined me but hey no one cares about what Reina is feeling."

"Rein, you're my best friend just like he is but you know I'm lying to his face every day since I'm keeping it away from me. You take your revenge but the man's soul and emotion are gone. He doesn't look at anyone like he does to you and you'll see how guilty he feels once you come here."

"Mmmhm. Anyways me and Moya are meeting at a café and going to do some shopping. Since she was going to make me gown for the Winter ball in America."

"You know, Jax will be there."

"Guess I'll see him there, then."

"I got to go, Rein, I love you yeah."

"I love you too." And I hung up the call. I loved Angelo but he was dead set on persuading me to show Jax that I was truly alive. I got up and headed for the shower and changed to a black jumper and some leather trousers and a cosy grey jacket for this freezing snow. One thing you should know about Moya is she's a fashion designer and the nest fashion designer. She considers it her part time job when she's not on heist and murdering people. Italy has her name renown everywhere and even has her named the best in the industry.

I walked to Morticia's café. She owned this whole street and designed it to match her own desire and to be honest it looked like Heaven. The snow settling in complemented the grey background of the café. There were a lot of people but because it was such a big place it looked calm enough atmosphere to have people come in and just grab their daily café. I missed that. When I was running late for work and some meetings and seizing the hot coffee and chugging it down my burning sore throat. There's no urge to rush; no job no rush but that was my lifestyle and I will get it back sooner rather than later.

"Rein." A feminine voce called from a few feet away from me. Her hair was a mx of black and blonde lockets and her green eyes looked as gorgeous as emeralds shinning under the sun's rays. She was mixed race just like me but she was half Italian, quarter Polish and quarter Somali and she shared a very much equal feature between each one but majority Somalian with her dark brown skin.

"Moya," I said while embracing her in a hug, "nice name for the restaurant."

"Death, literally." She said while chuckling lightly.

"How's the marred life treating you?"

"horribly, my husband nothing to sexually satisfy me like what the hell am I even going to do. I've tried to get a divorce."

"By pissing him off."

"You know me too well!"

"Sorry, I couldn't come to the wedding but you- "

"Your ex-boyfriend who thinks you're dead will end up finding out that you were actually alive. Girl you're always have been forgiven even if you won't drop me a name." she responded and took my hand to take me to a table.

"Seriously though who took the Black Hunter's heart?"

"Shut up, Moya."

She laughed hideously that how I knew that it was actually her. It would always be that hyena laugh that she would have.

"So, you want a dress for the winter ball?"

"Yeah, the one thrown by Silason. You coming?"

"Of course, I am."

"Apparently, your family will also be there because they made a deal with the Americans."

"Huh. Since when?"

"Since like two weeks ago."

"Oh, they never told me. I'll give them a call."

The rest of the evening went like a blur most of it was me telling her about my holidays with Angelo and her complaining about Dimitri, her husband. Then, I told her to design me my dress for the ball and I would pay her. So, that'll be done by the end of the week she said herself so I can come pick it up later. To be honest, my mind kept wondering on the alliance between the American and the Sicilian that had just formed. I picked up my phone and rang Reese's number.

"Reese, what's up brother?"

"What do you want, Rein?"

"That's really rude."

"Reina, I can't do it. There's a baby that crawls around everywhere and then Hazel hates going school and Ophelia and oh my God Ophelia and me can't have sex in peace."

"Oh my God, Reese. I don't want to hear that. I'll be in the country in a month and I'll babysit them a lot ok?"

"What's the catch?"

"information."

"Carry on."

"On the American and the Sicilian alliance."

"We're teaming up to get rid. of the Milans. They have messed with my shipment as well as theirs. I also heard you're messing with the Americans."

"Mmmhm. Let's say I have a reason."

"I'll trust you on that, but now that you know this, you won't md coming as backup, will you?"

Backup. That was one way to show Jax that I am the Black Hunter and not someone to mess with.

"I'd love to be backup."

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