The Assassin's Obsessions: The Confradia Assassins IV

PriestFinding a dead body in a hotel is something that happens more often than anyone might think. Every day, in many places around the world, a hotel employee or guest will find a dead body frozen in its final moment of life. The media will then report a homicide or suicide, which in most cases occurs in a bathtub, bed, or shower. Sometimes the body will go sailing over a hotel room balcony to grotesquely land near a fountain near the front entrance and create quite a stir. There will even be occasions where a hotel guest will find someone’s body floating in the pool or hanging from the ceiling.Of course, it’s the dealer’s choice on how an assassin wants to end someone’s life. Especially a high-profile asshole like John Treadwell, who has been selling children on the black market for his client’s pleasure. In this case, the children are tortured and killed in some gruesome way while the customer watches. Yes, you heard me right—th

Chapter 3: Is blood thicker than water?Priest       I was eighteen when I decided to join the Navy and twenty when I choose to join the elite Navy Seals. My family was not very happy about it, but I was adamant, and there was Nothing they could do or say to stop me. My father argued that I was the heir to his vast fortune and that I let my family down by not following in his and his father’s footsteps. But being a wealthy mogul was never in my plans. I wanted to save the world. Therefore, it fell onto my younger brother, Casper, to take over the family business’s reins. Unfortunately, to my father’s dismay, Casper fell short on the mark. He was immature and liked living the party life without responsibility. My cousin Tariq, however, was the epitome of a businessman. Tariq thrived in the business world as if he was born in it. Believe it or not, Tariq, Casper, and I was inseparable as boys. It wasn’t until we were

PriestOf all the places I needed to get to today, I never expected to be back here. It has been years since I stepped inside this building. And I would have gone another thirteen years not coming through the Santos Trade Corp’s (STC’S) tower doors. Regrettably, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for my cousin, Tariq. Damn that noble son of a bitch for not adhering to the status quo. It all started this morning when a courier showed up on my doorstep with an official letter from STC. The sentimental asshole is abdicating the CEO throne because he feels that I am the rightful heir. Of course, he’s ignoring the fact that I walked away from it all years ago. And the fact that I never looked back because I didn’t want anything to do with my father’s legacy.Adjusting my navy-blue suit jacket, I roll my shoulders and step through the lobby’s doors. I have a meeting with one of the top Confradia directors, Stryker Owens, in the af

PriestStryker Owens is one of the toughest men I’ve ever met. He and I have known each other for years. As a matter of fact, he became my mentor when I joined the Confradia and was my former CO when I was in the Seals. The bastard is as tough as nails. His real name is Decker Owens. We call him Stryker because he’s a genius strategist. He would strike at our enemies with singularly, deadly intent. The man is bigger than life, and I owe him a great deal, including my eyesight. He was the one that recommended me for the experimental eye surgery. Stryker is taller than I am, measuring six feet six inches and heavily muscled. He’s in his early forties with a short haircut and a five o’clock shadow that shows a sprinkling of gray.We both agreed to meet at his home. I wasn’t lying when I told Sage that I was heading down SoHo when I offered to give her a ride. Stryker owns a large brownstone in lower Manhattan. Being divorced for nearly ten ye

 PriestMy body is on automatic as I make my way out of Sage’s building and slide into the front seat of my car. I don’t start the ignition, though. I simply lean my head back on the seat, close my eyes, and let agony course through my body. Why now? Why did Stryker have to call me now? Without a thought, I pull back my arm and slam it down hard against the steering wheel. Everything was perfect until Stryker called. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!Why is my life so fucked? Every time I think everything is going well, something happens to drag me back to a hellish existence. I believed that Sage and I had a chance—then this happens. According to Stryker, Willem Kazik has struck a deal with the Confradia in exchange for a new life. Apparently, he has invaluable information about a foreign organization that the Confradia has been trying to bust for years. The majority of the Confradia’s most wanted are on his list, and the Confradia is frothing at