Stylish, sassy and feisty

Chapter 63 - 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

Reina's Point Of View

The gunshots had run the are so violently that I had jolted awake away from Narc's chest. Alert and alarmed was written on Narc's face so clearly like he was some sort of letter. He automatically reached for his gun just as I had reached for mine.

"Stay her, Nemesis," he said as he walked away from me and into the ball hall once again.

Hell no! Who does he fucking think he is telling me what to do? No one tells me what to do especially not hm. I followed him discreetly into the hall. He was shooting left and right. Men and women drop dead while some were screaming and running away n fear and panic. Some had tried to be sly and attack some of the criminals from behind but clearly didn't work. Not at all.

Just then some men had cornered Narc. He was outnumbered. With one way out and that way being death, which was practically annihilation for criminals to forfeit. 6 men to 1. Good this would be such an amusing and fun match to watch. Jax Martinez killed. Lol that would get me rolling. That's the thing though. If he dies there's no fun teasing for me to have with hm and who on this earth am I meant to annoy these days if it isn't him.

"Wait for me, boys." I said while walking towards the middle of the hall where he was cornered.

"Nemesis, turn around and walk away now."

"Don't feel like it, baby and you also look like you could do with a hand you know," I remarked, "I mean looking at your position. Doesn't look too compromising?"

"You might want to listen him, little girl," one of the old men gruffed in a husky voice.

"You see old man, I don't have time so don't bother wasting your breath," I began as I approached him, "let's start."

I threw the first punch across the old man's face and it looked like his fake teeth were gong to fall out. Another man tried to slip me up but failed as I took my legs swung them around swiping his stomach. The heel acted as a knife so clearly cut hm. No scrap that, it was a stab for him. The third man came from behind that gave him a head starts in this little fight but unfortunately for him I had some very fast and I dare to say the fastest reflexes that I had ever seen. He went across the room slamming into the wall opposite. The first man that I put down had come back for more. He was old; so, I made a wild guess that 4 punches would kill him. So that's what I did. I punched him 4 times consecutively and every time he used his hands to defends him I broke his bones. It was sort of satisfying.

I looked over at Narc. He was still gong on fighting with three men. When he was done, he came to face me instantly like he was there to offer me some help. Little did he know that I was more than capable of taking care of myself more than he is for I am Reina Romano.

"How did you- "he began but then stopped talking when he realised that the cops were outside as their car lights were flashing so brightly. Before he could tell me to do anything, I whispered to hm "run," quietly. I made my way to the women's bathroom. Time to get my acting face on. I took some water from the tap and put it on my forehead to make it look as if I was sweating in fear or panic of getting killed.

"Chicago Police DEPARTMENT. OPEN UP." They screamed while banging on the stall I was in's door.

"I.... I heard.... Gun......gunshots......" I shook myself and without even doubting my performance they took sympathy on me and bought me to the hall where they were interviewing everyone. A detective was on this case. She had dark brown skin with emerald green eyes and to top off her beautiful look she had curly dark brown hair. She had approached me.

"Ms. Romano, please take a seat." She ran through me the questions and I answered back just as a scared person should. She looked straight just like a detective would. No emotions as it gives clues to others on what the department thinks. She was the sort of person that doesn't even trust her colleagues on what she thinks case of any dirty cops in her own department.

What was interesting though was the fact that she had muttered "probably has nothing to do with you," under her breath when I asked her if there was anything I could do. She hated the Martinez family because she simply hates criminals but knows that he could have her killed in an instant if he wanted.

After I made my way out of the ball venue, I saw Narc waiting outside. That nosy bitch would not leave me alone and now he had seen me fight he would ask too many questions for my liking and that will not go down well. Not now not ever. So, I took the back entrance and went straight for my flight to New York as I had heard the hotel is nearly done so needs to be done.

I got to the house where I was staying with Narc. Angelo was sitting there on the sofa. He was a total stake and one of the biggest douches that I have ever seen and experiences in my life and I have dealt with a whole load of them.

"Oh, look what the cat dragged in. it's the whore that Jax is fucking around with."

"Are you homeless now as well?" I asked with hatred oozing out of me so evidently.

"You know he's going to get bored of you, sooner or later and then he'll move onto the next one and boom your as good as dead when he's done toying with you."

"Call me a whore again and you won't have a knee."

"Whore!"

Rage poured into me and the adrenaline kicked into me and right now all I could see was my fuelling hatred for him pouring out. I shot one of his knee caps and when I began to move my arm to aim at his other kneecap, a sudden grp on my waist came and tightened.

"What the hell do you think your doing? You aim for his arm darling because he still needs to walk to do his jobs for me but he can survived with only one arm and one leg damaged, Nemesis."