My name is Reyna.
I'm a killer.
My life's purpose was to earn my father's acknowledgment, to prove my worth as a mafia heiress.
I craved his recognition, a place in his world.
So I survived, endured it all.
Eight: the stray cat, its blood on my hands.
Ten: the buzzing of the electric chair.
Fourteen: the violation, the shame I swallowed whole.
He swore it would forge me into a weapon, earn his respect.
Now? I've grown up to be exactly what he wanted me to be. And he discards me, sells me like chattel to some geriatric...